<?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-26292356</id><updated>2012-01-27T13:40:57.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adult Deprived</title><subtitle type='html'>A stay at home mother of four seeks adult interaction even if it is through a computer screen.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>222</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-8522438101261663978</id><published>2010-06-14T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T00:51:41.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is This?!</title><content type='html'>**crawling in with my tail between my legs like a dog who finally responds after you have been calling for 15 minutes (or in my case, 8 months)**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/TBcrgCMa63I/AAAAAAAABm0/JEYiXHvXpUs/s1600/sad+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/TBcrgCMa63I/AAAAAAAABm0/JEYiXHvXpUs/s400/sad+dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482898900691643250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, just where have I been?  In a word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/TBcsayggPsI/AAAAAAAABm8/4MPAwVXF2tE/s1600/facebook_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 101px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/TBcsayggPsI/AAAAAAAABm8/4MPAwVXF2tE/s400/facebook_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482899910093192898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I really only have time for one addiction and the instant  gratification of FB is overwhelmingly powerful.  AND THEY HAVE GAMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For a long time I was caught under the sea in FishWorld but now I have  surfaced on a deserted isle in Island Paradise.  *sigh*  I know, I'm  pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Really.  The login page should just be a giant, flashing warning from the&lt;br /&gt;Surgeon General.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WARNING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Using this site may cause extreme emotional connections which are not easily broken.  User may become dependent on the opinions of people whom they have never met.  Those who use this site may experience a withdrawal from other more productive activities and/or websites.  Also, one may develop an  overwhelming urge to create for oneself a cyber life involving crops, cafes, fish, barns, pets, tikis, cities, plantations or mob connections which have no real bearing on ones real existence whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;** turning away my face in shame **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Facebook also has live chat!  Its like talking on the phone but you are typing... You know about this right?!  I can hold a conversation with someone with out them hearing my kids screaming in the background.  AMAZING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/TBctgl5_KUI/AAAAAAAABnE/SyaMxk2jDHM/s1600/fone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/TBctgl5_KUI/AAAAAAAABnE/SyaMxk2jDHM/s400/fone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482901109301258562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not dissin' the F to the B... it has its purpose in the grand scheme of cyber things.  However, it is time consuming and, at least for me, has become a great diversion away from the only journal I have been successful at keeping up for more than a week.  And, since I have been gone from the blogosphere for about eight months I will endeavor to spend the next few posts catching up on what I failed to journal about.  Hopefully, for your sake, if you choose to partake, I will pull off being mildly entertaining in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/TBcvFJuLsoI/AAAAAAAABnM/Ez2BSAM-f4Q/s1600/calendar.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/TBcvFJuLsoI/AAAAAAAABnM/Ez2BSAM-f4Q/s400/calendar.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482902836902343298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, oh, oh... By the way, I would like to give a shout out to those of you who continuously nagged... er... gently questioned when I would return to blogging. Kellie, DaNella, Linda, Andi, Becky, Laura, Tabi and a few others... you know who you are.  Thank you for missing me and my humble blog.  It is, in essence, my first cyber love/addiction (even before the AI boards).  You, gentle readers, were my first emotional connections , and yours were the first opinions I became dependent on.  I missed you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm back :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-8522438101261663978?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/8522438101261663978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=8522438101261663978&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/8522438101261663978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/8522438101261663978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-is-this.html' title='What is This?!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/TBcrgCMa63I/AAAAAAAABm0/JEYiXHvXpUs/s72-c/sad+dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-8030772757856475940</id><published>2009-10-01T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:36:15.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Him a Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If your kids are like my kids then they love to paint.  Nothing in particular, mind you.  The verb paint is used loosely to describe the act of slathering innocent reams of printer paper with as much wet, sloppy color as they can hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SsRXj_Wel6I/AAAAAAAABmU/uIikdHZKGpg/s1600-h/paintings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SsRXj_Wel6I/AAAAAAAABmU/uIikdHZKGpg/s400/paintings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387527330054707106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, I said reams.  I have REAMS of painted paper.  Piles.  Mountains.  SO in honor of My Love's birthday I decided to utilize my wealth of water color paintings.  We started with making some hand prints...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SsRXkHxDsqI/AAAAAAAABmc/oN8eqcPVhaE/s1600-h/Paintings2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SsRXkHxDsqI/AAAAAAAABmc/oN8eqcPVhaE/s400/Paintings2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387527332313674402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...and putting them together for a birthday banner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SsRXkpdiKTI/AAAAAAAABmk/QGI1QspvUs4/s1600-h/paintings3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SsRXkpdiKTI/AAAAAAAABmk/QGI1QspvUs4/s400/paintings3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387527341358590258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No birthday is complete without a handmade card.  No pun intended :-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SsRXk4_gp1I/AAAAAAAABms/vdE6ZC3TjDc/s1600-h/paintings4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SsRXk4_gp1I/AAAAAAAABms/vdE6ZC3TjDc/s400/paintings4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387527345527629650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy birthday My Love.  You are the light of my life.  I love you truly, madly, deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, gentle reader, what do you do with all that excess "artwork" your kids create?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-8030772757856475940?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/8030772757856475940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=8030772757856475940&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/8030772757856475940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/8030772757856475940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/10/give-him-hand.html' title='Give Him a Hand'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SsRXj_Wel6I/AAAAAAAABmU/uIikdHZKGpg/s72-c/paintings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-1785004324295787160</id><published>2009-09-15T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T01:53:38.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Flying Allowed and A Random Dozen 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SrHapJ8qD_I/AAAAAAAABlk/v1FlzciTvdI/s1600-h/6-4+Super+Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SrHapJ8qD_I/AAAAAAAABlk/v1FlzciTvdI/s400/6-4+Super+Baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382323430264279026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor Marli learned the hard way that humans... no matter how enthusiastically they flap... are NOT made to fly. Her maiden voyage off the ladder of her brother's loft bed landed in a an itty bitty walking cast.  Healing should take about four weeks.  Its a tiny little crack on the toe end of her fifth metatarsal... er... the wee littlest piggy.  Look at her little bones... they don't even touch yet.  Oh they are so cute on the inside as well as the out... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SrHyoh1zQPI/AAAAAAAABmE/bph7RdwJZpE/s1600-h/xray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SrHyoh1zQPI/AAAAAAAABmE/bph7RdwJZpE/s400/xray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382349807777169650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ARE fearfully and wonderfully made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so brave too.  From the doctor to getting the x-rays to being fitted for the cast she never complained or cried.  I think she rather enjoyed all the attentioin and being carried everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, because of Marli's adventure I am a little late in putting up my Random Dozen.  Once again Linda @ 2nd Cup has given my brain something to chew on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... here's what it spit out.  :-p'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376672090338191202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/Sp3Gx4JdZ2I/AAAAAAAANLg/ZGEEyJSMpok/s200/random+dozen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Which is worse: a long, boring meeting or standing in a return/exchange line after Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not remember ever being in a long boring meeting... I can, however, remember being in some overly long completely boring collage classes.  I must honestly say that in comparison to those classes I actually enjoy standing in the return/exchange line after Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one thing, I am the type that has no qualms about striking up conversations with strangers for my own entertainment.  That is totally looked down upon during lectures in a classroom.  Another thing is that after Christmas EVERYTHING is half off.  It's the perfect time to take back that ugly, green, turtle neck sweater, complete with twinkling lights, that my out of state (and mind) great aunt sent me and grab myself some bargains with the store credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bargain I ever got from those long past, too boring for words classes was an open eyed nap for the price of tuition. :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Except for maybe Rosie O'Donnell or Ann Coulter, nobody likes confrontation, yet we all have to deal with it. When you feel cornered and defensive, do you "bite back" or become passive aggressive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooo passive ... not aggressive at all... just passive. Go ahead, blame it all on me, I'll take the rap if it brings about peace and order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Do you know anything about your genealogical background? (What country, culture, ties to prominent historical figures, or other stuff.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my mother's side I am Pennsylvania Dutch of German descent.  A quiet people of huntsmen and crafts women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my fathers side I get more German and lots of deep, dark Scandinavian.  And by deep and dark I am talking Vikings.  My paternal relatives grow out their beards, and don their horned helmets to take part in a Scandinavian festival every year.  They wear fur and roar and pillage and plunder on a viking ship shaped float.  I've seen pictures... its not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SrHo3jIhUCI/AAAAAAAABls/W5oQm6T_UU8/s1600-h/viking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SrHo3jIhUCI/AAAAAAAABls/W5oQm6T_UU8/s400/viking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382339070705881122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;4. What is the quickest way a person can endear him/herself to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babysit for free.  :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;5. Cake, pie, cookies, or ice cream? (Note there is no "all of the above" option. You must choose one. Feel free to elaborate on flavor or memories tied to this dessert.) If you'd like, you can share a recipe, but you certainly don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could live off ice cream.  Denali's makes some killer flavors like Bear Claw (dark chocolate, fudge and caramel swirls and chocolate covered cashews) and Extreme Moose Tracks (chocolate ice cream, fudge swirls, and dark chocolate filled chocolate cups).  Sinfully good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;6. Females: Do you regularly change your handbag to coordinate with your outfit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be such a let down to some of you, but I have used only two different purses in the last 12 years.  AND  they both look pretty much the same.  I had a small, tan, knit bag before I had kids, and now I have a large, tan, knit bag that holds all the stuff I carry for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SrH3t1DeWQI/AAAAAAAABmM/y8ABdoCsJoQ/s1600-h/purses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SrH3t1DeWQI/AAAAAAAABmM/y8ABdoCsJoQ/s400/purses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382355396392278274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;7. Are you task-oriented or relationship-oriented?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be task oriented cuz I'm not sure I know what being relationship oriented means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;8. IHOP, Bob Evans or Cracker Barrel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only been to IHOP... I think I would prefer one of the other two. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;9. Have you ever left a movie in progress in a theater? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.  We are pretty careful about what we go to see at the movie theater.   And once I've paid ten bucks to watch something I'm. Going. To. Watch. It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;10. What is one area of life in which you would like to develop more discipline or organization?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids' schooling.  I'm getting there, but I know I'm still lacking in some areas.  We flip flop from one subject to another depending on our mood.  Sometimes I even let the kids choose which subject they want to do next.  Its worked so far though.  Kiah is reading everything she can get her hands on and trying to be extra good at math because she is going to be an astronaut... and "they need to be good at numbers ya know".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James is a little more challengling but he does the work I put in front of him... eventually.  He wants to be anything that allows him to drive a vehichle with sirens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes our sit down school day lasts two hours other days it will drag on forever... Seems to me it should be a little more regular but, then again, LIFE is not regular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;11. Was middle school fun or painful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only remember glimpses of middle school but they can all be rated neutral to good.  Certainly not painful, so I choose fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;12. What is your favorite Fall beverage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eggnog.  It is so yummy.  I don't like the fancy homemade stuff.  Just give me the artificially flavored, packaged in a cardboard carton, always on sale, eggnog.  MMMMmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SrHrOFs5jGI/AAAAAAAABl0/0iX3FutUQsA/s1600-h/eggnog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SrHrOFs5jGI/AAAAAAAABl0/0iX3FutUQsA/s400/eggnog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382341656965647458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-1785004324295787160?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/1785004324295787160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=1785004324295787160&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/1785004324295787160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/1785004324295787160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-flying-allowed-and-random-dozen-3.html' title='No Flying Allowed and A Random Dozen 3'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SrHapJ8qD_I/AAAAAAAABlk/v1FlzciTvdI/s72-c/6-4+Super+Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-2385509257049199557</id><published>2009-09-09T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:18:25.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random Dozen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What would I do without my 2nd Cup of Coffee?  ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as not to leave you all wanting more  :-p  I give you my answers to Linda's awesome new meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376672090338191202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/Sp3Gx4JdZ2I/AAAAAAAANLg/ZGEEyJSMpok/s200/random+dozen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What is something that you have changed your mind about either recently or over a number of years?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Four words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The quiver is full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Choose either subject, but does your a) church b) job feel more like a dental chair experience or an easy chair (recliner) experience? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is going to sound terrible but considering the amount of high pitch whining I hear at church and the fact that I haven't heard a complete sermon in approximately seven years I would have to equate my church experience to a dental chair.  Its not the congregants or the pastor whining, lol, its my kids.  "I'm hungry, I need to go potty, he keeps touching me, she pulled my dress, are we done, can I go play".... and on and on and ON.  I'm not really complaining... just stating the facts my friend, just stating the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday I took at least five trips to the bathroom during the one hour sermon, never once relieving myself mind you.  I cleaned up a bathroom accident once pre-sermon and once post sermon... one puddly, aaaaaaaaand one not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... seems a good amount of the whining is coming from yours truly... my bad.  :-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now my job, on the other hand, that's the easy chair.  I have a college degree and I make pizzas... see what I'm saying?  Its not rocket science.  Great peeps, though, and it pays for groceries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqjCb9UnLQI/AAAAAAAABlU/VOpqnMyyTM8/s1600-h/recliner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqjCb9UnLQI/AAAAAAAABlU/VOpqnMyyTM8/s400/recliner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379763540467330306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Kisses or hugs? I actually typed "huts," which might have been a more interesting question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't mind most hugs, but if you are kissing me you better be my husband or one of my babies.  Otherwise you are free to give me as many huts as your little heart desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. What do you think is the biggest threat to families today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Technology (I say hypocritically). Not stuff like running water and electric lights and the LANDLINE phone.  But its getting ridiculous with the bud in one ear and the bluetooth in the other.  I'm fine with the radio... anything past that gets a big fat raspberry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. A day after you grocery shop, you open a perishable item that is horribly spoiled. Do you take your receipt back to the store to be reimbursed or just throw it away and forget about it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GASP!  WHAT!  That's cash in the trash!  Having done my time as a grocery store employee I know that any store worth its weight in clippable coupons will gladly do whatever it takes to make their customers happy.  I once took back a bad box of Junior Mints (they were hard) and those were just a buck.  It was a big box :-O  Are junior mints perishable?  Apparently so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What personality trait (feel free to address good or bad or both) do you notice yourself adopting from your parents? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From my dad, complacency and a twisted sense of humor.  From my mom, the ability to cry at the drop of a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. How many slices of bread do you leave in the bottom of the bag when you throw it away? Two? Three? Just the heel? None? (I really want to know if you eat the heel.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!!!???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE cash in the trash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little baffled by this question.  Does anyone actually throw away bread?  Why?  Whats with that?  In my household of six we go through about four loaves a week.  FOUR BIG FAT LOAVES and I don't buy the cheap spongy stuff either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my kids complain of hunger THREE SECONDS AFTER DINNER (C'mon Becky compose yourself)... a slice of bread is one of their options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French toast once a week, eggs and toast, pb&amp;amp;j every other day, grilled cheeses, cinnamon toast... we eat a lot of bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be able to trick the kids into eating the heels by turning them inside out on the sandwich... that doesn't work any more.  When Marli was a little littler she would eat them during the after dinner feeding frenzy, but she is almost three now and, in her great age and wisdom, has begun to appreciate the finer things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to be wasteful I take the heels, bag them up, and keep them in the freezer.  When we have collected a loaf or two of heels it is time to visit the ducks... usually on the way to the dump.  Its a day out for us.  A cheap... er... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inexpensive &lt;/span&gt;day out.  Often times I become faint at the last minute and remain home insisting that the rest of the family goes on with out me (hehhehheh)  "The ducks are counting on you" I plead with conviction, and off they go leaving me home ... alone.  (Thank you My Love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqjBXL2wqkI/AAAAAAAABlM/uIcLUnm4U6Q/s1600-h/ducks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqjBXL2wqkI/AAAAAAAABlM/uIcLUnm4U6Q/s400/ducks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379762358957681218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The heels... represent freedom.  And the ducks will eat anything you throw at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What mispronunciation or usage error really irritates you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't think of what bothers me but if you are irritated by RANDOMLY capitalized words AND frequently "misused" punctuation!!!  Then you ??? probably won't be ONE of my followers, any, time, soon!!!!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. In honor of the uniqueness of today's date, what does the numeral 9 mean to you? (Any special life moments attached to the 9th? Are you the 9th kid in your family? Can you count by 9s really fast? etc.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9... 9th...?  Yesterday was the 9th?  Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Does the general color palette in your closet match the colors you chose to decorate your home with? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IF my home were decorated I would totally use the colors from my closet.  Navys, burgundys, deep greens, and goldenrod.  Then a few surprise splashes of bright color... because it was on sale... and it was the only one in my size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. When you're hanging out with friends in the kitchen, do you automatically ask to help, or do you sit there and chat until the host asks if you'd like to help? I'm not implying that the 2nd choice stems from rudeness or laziness, just not a first-response like it is for some people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I ask if I can help with the hope that they will say, "Oh, no thanks, I got it alllll under control."  That way I'm free to chase my kids around their house ensuring that they don't destroy anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Let's end on a pleasant note: What do you enjoy about September the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The promise of Fall.  The cooler weather.  The shorter days.  The rich colors.  The warm kitchen where there is always something in the oven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqjDoymSWXI/AAAAAAAABlc/1scs3Z7UC6s/s1600-h/fall+leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqjDoymSWXI/AAAAAAAABlc/1scs3Z7UC6s/s400/fall+leaves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379764860438600050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go to Linda's @ 2nd Cup of Coffee, grab a mug, link up, and enjoy.&lt;/span&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/26292356-2385509257049199557?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/2385509257049199557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=2385509257049199557&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/2385509257049199557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/2385509257049199557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-dozen.html' title='A Random Dozen'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/Sp3Gx4JdZ2I/AAAAAAAANLg/ZGEEyJSMpok/s72-c/random+dozen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-2034080774575757934</id><published>2009-09-03T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:10:57.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Glow Donuts, H1N1, ABCs, and Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me just start by saying that I was being sarcastic in my previous post when I asked, "Don't those day glow donuts look gooooood?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its odd to find me being a bit sarcastic (ahem) but its the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned to a friend (on her blog) I prefer my food in natural earth tones... like chocolate brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Warning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I actually express a political opinion in this post which is unusual for me.  Just wanted to give you a heads up.  Please, don't hate me.  ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was watching the news (which I like to call "Information I Was Better Off NOT Knowing"...see, not a bit of sarcasm here)  and it turns out that the high school not even 15 minutes (which I attended back in the day) from my house has about 300 students out sick with H1N1 (swine flu).  But, as the news reporter stated, there is no need to panic.  SERIOUSLY!!!!!  300 students (70% confirmed by the way) are out with a pandemic flu in my very small emo goth community and I should not PANIC!  I guess we wouldn't want healthy students to stay home and cause the school to lose even more money.  If they are gonna stay home they would rather they already HAVE the flu! Jeewillikers.  Just be sure to wash your hands after you visit my blog.  Thats all I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqDW1zJVdBI/AAAAAAAABk8/QE0dH1qQJFk/s1600-h/swine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqDW1zJVdBI/AAAAAAAABk8/QE0dH1qQJFk/s400/swine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377534174831146002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reporter then states that no one has been hospitalized in the area due to this flu.  Oh thank you, that is such a comfort.  GOLLY!  See no reason to take any precautions when 1 out of 6 of high school's students are sick.  Excuse me while I lick this door handle because obviously there is no need to panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that I am involved with a high school ministry that is made up of about 50-80 students who attend the infected campus.  These kids are not just going from school to home with bags over their heads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DEEEEEP breath*   Aaaaaaand... moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Facebook has memes too?  Wow!  They are pretty much the same ones that circulate here... go figure.  You've seen one questionnaire you've seen them all.  This one was called The ABCs Of Me.  It is a little self absorbed but when I am old and I am reading this again off of my memory chip implant I know it will make me smile at how self absorbed and NOT sarcastic I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqDY8xNvHzI/AAAAAAAABlE/0nW6Yin8Rv8/s1600-h/abc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 123px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqDY8xNvHzI/AAAAAAAABlE/0nW6Yin8Rv8/s400/abc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377536493595074354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A - Age: 33, I think, *doing the math*, Yep 33.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Bed size: Most nights, too small.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Chore you hate: Are there supposed to be some I like?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - Dog's name: Flip, aka Flippah dippah dooooo dahhhhh! or Flip The Amazing. Our friends come to visit the dog and say hi to us on their way through.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - Essential start your day item: More sleep.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite color(s): Blues (and chocolate brown).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - Gold or Silver: Don't wear much jewelry but when I do I prefer silver.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - Height: 5'2"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - Instruments you play: Flute, Alto sax... piano, sort of.  I need lessons.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - Job title:  Wife, Mom,Teacher, Pizza Whisperer.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids: No thanks.  I already have some.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Living arrangements: I live in a house with My Love and our four kids and a menagerie of pets who are family in their own special way. My parents live across the street so imagine the show Everybody Loves Raymond but without the humor, laugh tract or situational comedy.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - Mom's name: Why, is someone talkin' smack about her?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - Nicknames: Boo, Supafreak, My Love, Mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth: Yep, appendicitis. Best vacation ever!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - Pet Peeve: Rude/stupid drivers (myself included :-/ )&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quote from a movie: "Tuh not tuh", Tow Mater. "I write in my journal to keep secrets from my computer", Dwight Shroot. See, how cultured am I? :-p&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - Right or left handed: Right mostly but the left one works too.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - Siblings: 1 older brother.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you wake up: I GET up around 7ish... I WAKE up around 11am.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - Underwear: Under there!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you dislike: Bell peppers.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W - Workout style: Mothering.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays you've had: Hand, teeth, abdomen.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yesterday's best moment: My Love came home from work early.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zoo favorite: Any of the animals I don't get to see in the woods around my house on a daily basis. Like hippos. Hippos are cool! I don't see them around here much. And I like the giraffes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So there you have it.  Next time I do this one hopefully the answers will have changed.  I don't want to be stuck in a rut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am wondering how many of you made it through the whole alphabet and are still with me in my random, late night, semi panicked, half asleep, laundry avoiding state?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, whats this I hear about Obama sending out a back to school address to students to be shown in the class room?  Couldn't it just be aired prime time so students and parents could watch it together?  Have any other presidents attempted to do this?  Doesn't he know that he would be considered WAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;cooler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if he just posted it on U toob and it was found by accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqDQV1gK8SI/AAAAAAAABk0/KVFloqH8z7k/s1600-h/ObamaCookie-md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqDQV1gK8SI/AAAAAAAABk0/KVFloqH8z7k/s400/ObamaCookie-md.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377527028638216482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm just sayin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I completely support the president's desire to encourage youngsters to do their best and perhaps it should even become a presidential tradition.  However, my home school curriculum will not include my children writing letters to themselves on what they can do to help the president or what the president wants them to do.  I'm all for respecting the leader of the free world but I will not follow blindly, and prayerfully neither will my children be required too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he will at least remind them to wash their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-2034080774575757934?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/2034080774575757934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=2034080774575757934&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/2034080774575757934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/2034080774575757934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-glow-donuts-h1n1-abcs-and-obama.html' title='Day Glow Donuts, H1N1, ABCs, and Obama'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqDW1zJVdBI/AAAAAAAABk8/QE0dH1qQJFk/s72-c/swine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-1936171926267386808</id><published>2009-09-01T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:09:52.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello September,</title><content type='html'>Where did you come from?  You just popped right up out of nowhere didn't ya.  Here I was listening to complaints of a long cold winter, then fanning myself through the lengthy days of Summer... wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was Spring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September, you sneaky month you.  Where did you hide Spring?  Well, you're here now.  I guess I have to deal with you.  Which means I have to get the kids back into a school friendly schedule of NOT being in their jammies until noon.  It means that I have to look at skulls, dead bodies and ISLES of easily consumed candies every time I grocery shop.  It means that Autumn is upon us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it could also mean that I should get back to blogging more regularly.  It doesn't HAVE to mean that but its my blog... so it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I am a dry well of blog fodder I would like to thank Linda @ 2nd Cup of Coffee for creating a meme for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376672090338191202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/Sp3Gx4JdZ2I/AAAAAAAANLg/ZGEEyJSMpok/s200/random+dozen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't those day glow donuts look goooood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. When you go to Wowmart, what one thing do you get every single time, besides a funky-wheeled squeaking cart full of frustration? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey Nut Cheerios and Spaghettios with "meat"balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What is something that people are currently "into" that you just don't get or appreciate? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are people into nowadays anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What is something that really hoists your sail that other people might feel "ho-hum" about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time ALONE!  Grocery shopping ALONE!  And my favorite... thrift store shopping ALONE.  The only other thing I think is better is spending time ALONE with My Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;...i like to be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL at "hoists your sail".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Favorite song to sing in the shower or car? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always &lt;/span&gt;by Jewel,  and close runner up is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always and Forever&lt;/span&gt; by Heatwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. A really great salad must have this ingredient:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranch dressing.  I know I'm so uncultured   :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Advice in a nutshell to new bloggers (one or two sentences): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be noticed you have to notice others.  Do it for fun and be true to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What was the alternate name that your parents almost named you? Do you wish they had chosen it instead of the one they gave you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was going to be Steven which, as a girl, would have been a little awkward... I'll stick with Becky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What in your life are you waiting for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The return of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.  Everything else pales in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. You get a package in the mail. What is it, and who is it from? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its FREE homeschool curriculum and all the exact stuff I needed/wanted.  Its from my fairy homeschool mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Today--what song represents you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... don't ... know... What song do you think of when you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What is one thing that blogging has taught you about yourself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone!!!  LOL!  There are other mommies who come thiiiiiiiis close ( ) to cooking and eating their children on a daily basis.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How are you going to (or how did you) choose the clothes you're wearing today? What do they say about you in general or specifically how you're feeling today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will and always do wear whatever is clean and comfy... and the clean part is negotiable.  As a slightly psychotic Mommy of four kids age seven and under my clothes say... "hmmm, she must be a carzy Mom of four kids seven and under."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets not even talk about the hair do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to answer a Random Dozen then go ahead.  Then stop by Linda's to let her know ya did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Linda :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-1936171926267386808?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/1936171926267386808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=1936171926267386808&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/1936171926267386808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/1936171926267386808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-september.html' title='Hello September,'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/Sp3Gx4JdZ2I/AAAAAAAANLg/ZGEEyJSMpok/s72-c/random+dozen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-4412669912704711104</id><published>2009-08-06T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:00:57.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morning After</title><content type='html'>So the actual morning after the sleep over was Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped off the last friend around 2pm after Space Chimps, breakfast, beading, snacking, whining, a quick lunch and a stop at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnvOsFuW55I/AAAAAAAABkc/1hymrLMi5s4/s1600-h/party12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnvOsFuW55I/AAAAAAAABkc/1hymrLMi5s4/s400/party12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367110637788260242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiah didn't want it to end.  She rode home with her hand pressed longingly against the window fruitlessly grasping at moments passed, blubbering uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnvOsQDx5PI/AAAAAAAABkk/m9hdO2z68YU/s1600-h/party13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnvOsQDx5PI/AAAAAAAABkk/m9hdO2z68YU/s400/party13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367110640562463986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ... it was... well, it was pitiful.  She sees these friends about twice a week so I have a sneaky suspicion that she was not going through friendship withdraws but sugar/sleep withdraws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even wandered out of her room after bedtime to tearfully inform me that she misses her friends and can't stop thinking about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh to be seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnvOsj3k8jI/AAAAAAAABks/FB0bszb1tFQ/s1600-h/party14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnvOsj3k8jI/AAAAAAAABks/FB0bszb1tFQ/s400/party14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367110645879992882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe we are into the weekend.  At least the beginnings of it.  I feel the need for some major thrift store therapy but time on the weekends is divided between ministries, momming, work, and catching up with everything I should have been getting done during the week.  Lately any time I get to thrift shop seems to be right before the store closes and I hate rushing my thift store experiences.  Its like going in for a full spa treament only to have them send you home without getting your shoes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I'm going to settle for a dose of Seinfeld and some much needed pillow therapy.  I hope to someday have time to catch up on my posts and catch up with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-4412669912704711104?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/4412669912704711104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=4412669912704711104&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/4412669912704711104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/4412669912704711104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/08/morning-after.html' title='The Morning After'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnvOsFuW55I/AAAAAAAABkc/1hymrLMi5s4/s72-c/party12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-7242848116958277960</id><published>2009-08-06T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T02:46:34.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Was I Thinking</title><content type='html'>It started innocently enough.  Kiah wanted to have a slumber party.  I knew what to expect but did that stop me?  NooooOOOOoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Snqfucgz6iI/AAAAAAAABkE/Yr1oEui_Kqg/s1600-h/party9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Snqfucgz6iI/AAAAAAAABkE/Yr1oEui_Kqg/s400/party9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366777526241978914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking part in a massive kid swap we arrived home around 6:30.  Giggling ensued.  I prepared dinner while the girls terrorized anything that stood still long enough (ie, Booger, Flip, Mo, etc.).  Then we ate... and ate, and ate, and...ATE!  After dinner the girls had to earn their Eskimo pies by listening to a Bible story and answering a question correctly.   They were all rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqfuFwqdzI/AAAAAAAABj8/zKtWEeqmPIc/s1600-h/party8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqfuFwqdzI/AAAAAAAABj8/zKtWEeqmPIc/s400/party8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366777520134453042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we decorated some sugar cookies and went for a walk/giggle fest/race that ended in more pet torture.  The girls tried to eat the cookies but they only tasted as good as they looked. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Snqft4oh0qI/AAAAAAAABj0/RbXSsH5B6Ds/s1600-h/party7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Snqft4oh0qI/AAAAAAAABj0/RbXSsH5B6Ds/s400/party7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366777516610671266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were crafts.  They painted sun catchers.  It was actually quiet for about three minutes before they finished and began revving up on their next sugar rush.  I directed their energy around the couch, like any normal mother would, which resulted in a three girl pile-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqVzt2KpSI/AAAAAAAABjM/uilE7yHZwLo/s1600-h/party2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqVzt2KpSI/AAAAAAAABjM/uilE7yHZwLo/s400/party2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366766621678019874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqWelY8pVI/AAAAAAAABjs/zI-s-i7vGuo/s1600-h/party6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqWelY8pVI/AAAAAAAABjs/zI-s-i7vGuo/s400/party6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366767358142358866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqV0GwfmhI/AAAAAAAABjU/mIqz0NhwLNI/s1600-h/party3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqV0GwfmhI/AAAAAAAABjU/mIqz0NhwLNI/s400/party3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366766628365113874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course anytime we have kid friends over there are unceasing requests to hold the snakes.  Candy is getting ready to shed so Mocha and Red were up.  I had to laugh when the one girl who was requesting to hold the snakes the most was actually terrified of them, but only when they moved.  At first she put Mocha bravely around her neck but as soon as Mocha turned to crawl back around she recieved her first flying lesson.  HA!  Not to worry, she was no worse for the wear.  LOL!  Our snakes have become accustomed to the squeezy hands of youngsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqWeVWrxhI/AAAAAAAABjc/BfHPvyk6cTg/s1600-h/party4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqWeVWrxhI/AAAAAAAABjc/BfHPvyk6cTg/s400/party4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366767353837897234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time the clock was racing toward 10pm so it was time to put the little girls to bed and let the big girls have the night to their 7-9 year old, grown up selves.  G'nite Marli and Eden...sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqjSLVG1uI/AAAAAAAABkM/XsL2P_NrU7A/s1600-h/party10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqjSLVG1uI/AAAAAAAABkM/XsL2P_NrU7A/s400/party10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366781438639658722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been saving the movie Annie for a special occasion.  Kiah had never seen it and to my shock neither had any of her friends.  They were ENTHRALLED!  I chuckled inside thinking about how hard I try to entertain and enlighted and sometimes I just need to regress.  Who needs Hannah Montana... we have Annie.  One girl did lament the fact that it was "singy dancing" movie but each time a song and dance came up they were glued to the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqVzmK9WDI/AAAAAAAABjE/DDSQWr7fO2Q/s1600-h/party1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqVzmK9WDI/AAAAAAAABjE/DDSQWr7fO2Q/s400/party1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366766619617744946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Annie was safe and sound with Daddy Warbucks it was time to hit the sack... and by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sack &lt;/span&gt;I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tent out in the front yard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqWeq28p4I/AAAAAAAABjk/x8L2VU0BN5U/s1600-h/party5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqWeq28p4I/AAAAAAAABjk/x8L2VU0BN5U/s400/party5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366767359610365826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a few warnings and I had to threaten a few lives but they finally all quieted down, the giggling ceased and they all feel fast asleep around  12:30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~deep breath~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning I'm sure will be filled with more giggling, crafts, sugar, nail polish, videos and cranky girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Please forgive me for being so sporadic in my posting and visiting.  I always seem to be out of time or energy.  What happened to all those lovely indoor winter days?  HA!  Hugs to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-7242848116958277960?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/7242848116958277960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=7242848116958277960&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/7242848116958277960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/7242848116958277960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What Was I Thinking'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Snqfucgz6iI/AAAAAAAABkE/Yr1oEui_Kqg/s72-c/party9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-6792662630782286415</id><published>2009-07-21T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:57:59.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What!?!  ABC Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that its Wednesday already.  &lt;a href="http://abcwednesdayround3.blogspot.com/"&gt;ABC Wednesday&lt;/a&gt; is back to A.  I gave up at R during the last round.  Let me see if I can come up with something to talk about that begins with the letter A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about atrophy. My gray matter has become non-functioning and as much as I want it to work for me now, it refuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have scanned countless photos and nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atrophy of the brain due to lack of use.  I guess that is what happens when one functions on a junior high level of intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SmbF_nao3dI/AAAAAAAABi8/e70YZzsUkpo/s1600-h/brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SmbF_nao3dI/AAAAAAAABi8/e70YZzsUkpo/s400/brain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361190103134297554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-6792662630782286415?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/6792662630782286415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=6792662630782286415&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/6792662630782286415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/6792662630782286415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-abc-wednesday.html' title='What!?!  ABC Wednesday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SmbF_nao3dI/AAAAAAAABi8/e70YZzsUkpo/s72-c/brain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-2273122239677276487</id><published>2009-07-20T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T01:17:18.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I decided to post simply so my bloggy friends would no longer envision me lying in a ditch somewhere, leaking bodily fluids into the soil, all the while my lap top lies just out of reach.  I strain to reach the "publish post" button but to no avail.  The crumpled vehicle has me pinned, my mocha frappaccino is splashed throughout the wrecked interior and the onstar is non-existant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it is far less dramatic.  Nothing really, in fact.  Just life in general... which does involve a plethora of bodily fluids, but I'm quite sure you don't want to hear about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... do you see it?!?  I got something bloggy done tonight.  My lovely new header.  Now I am exahausted so I bid you ado... until my next late night burst of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know exactly how she felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SmQnYWrdFZI/AAAAAAAABi0/jNzf1g1rtec/s1600-h/shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SmQnYWrdFZI/AAAAAAAABi0/jNzf1g1rtec/s400/shoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360452755835917714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming Attractions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haircuts&lt;br /&gt;Family Camp&lt;br /&gt;Project 365: A Major Catch Up&lt;br /&gt;The boy's B-day (aka A Trip to the Zoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-2273122239677276487?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/2273122239677276487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=2273122239677276487&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/2273122239677276487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/2273122239677276487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-i-am.html' title='Here I Am'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SmQnYWrdFZI/AAAAAAAABi0/jNzf1g1rtec/s72-c/shoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-2044909578383556723</id><published>2009-06-24T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T01:18:18.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Workshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMeuWM71RI/AAAAAAAABhk/Lun561c3uxw/s400/writersworksop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351154563828929810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Prompts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Interview a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) How do you stave off boredom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Write a poem for the little boy in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Describe a memorable interview or talk about your experience trying to find a job amidst this recession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Create a Help Wanted Ad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Boy James&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any room you are the scene,&lt;br /&gt;loud and proud lover of green,&lt;br /&gt;a t-rex a croc or a bat today,&lt;br /&gt;there is no limit to your boyhood play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions from you unlimited flow,&lt;br /&gt;boggle the mom but you simply must know,&lt;br /&gt;curiosity killed the cat, "Is that true?"&lt;br /&gt;It applies to the whiskered, but of course not to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outdoors are yours you are king of the hill,&lt;br /&gt;Owies and scars on your knees from the thrill,&lt;br /&gt;Frogs, a lizard, a snake and a snail,&lt;br /&gt;are toted along in your play dented pail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the adventure of the day does end,&lt;br /&gt;to the dreamship with a kiss on your cheek I do send,&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy will you lay here and sing to me,&lt;br /&gt;rub my tummy and cuddle for a minute or three?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another side to you that is rarely seen,&lt;br /&gt;which comes out at bedtime when you're ready to dream.&lt;br /&gt;Blue shining eyes soften and ready to close,&lt;br /&gt;"I love my mommy." and then off you doze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMuLCylbVI/AAAAAAAABiE/jE9EPZpPyKE/s1600-h/james.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 327px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMuLCylbVI/AAAAAAAABiE/jE9EPZpPyKE/s400/james.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351171549508758866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMgoHzkq5I/AAAAAAAABh0/rFO6eYdN1Ss/s1600-h/March5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMgoHzkq5I/AAAAAAAABh0/rFO6eYdN1Ss/s400/March5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351156655908498322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMpt-8aR8I/AAAAAAAABh8/In9q-ekPQ4I/s1600-h/meandJames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMpt-8aR8I/AAAAAAAABh8/In9q-ekPQ4I/s400/meandJames.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351166652213512130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMgDBPMq7I/AAAAAAAABhs/-diMWDCqbIE/s1600-h/snow5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMgDBPMq7I/AAAAAAAABhs/-diMWDCqbIE/s400/snow5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351156018490158002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMuLaU3ADI/AAAAAAAABiM/895tvKsVErw/s1600-h/james2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMuLaU3ADI/AAAAAAAABiM/895tvKsVErw/s400/james2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351171555826532402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And since I forgot to post this ON Father's Day I will do so now.  I know some of you have been waiting on pins and needles (don't you know thats dangerous!?!) to see how it came out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMyFSQbm6I/AAAAAAAABiU/KtcdWx6qGjI/s1600-h/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMyFSQbm6I/AAAAAAAABiU/KtcdWx6qGjI/s400/dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351175848627772322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To the other boy in my life&lt;br /&gt;you are the best!&lt;br /&gt;I love you My Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-2044909578383556723?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/2044909578383556723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=2044909578383556723&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/2044909578383556723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/2044909578383556723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/06/writers-workshop.html' title='Writer&apos;s Workshop'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMeuWM71RI/AAAAAAAABhk/Lun561c3uxw/s72-c/writersworksop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-1826181387476935490</id><published>2009-06-23T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:48:11.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pinkalicious Day! ~ Wordful Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Mommy, when you are home to work will you bring pinks for making cupcake stuffs.  And make sure you bring da cherries for the tops."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a mommy resist such a request?  Especially when it comes from a freckle faced cutie like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFtNbtxXiI/AAAAAAAABg8/UQh2AiHli34/s1600-h/pink3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFtNbtxXiI/AAAAAAAABg8/UQh2AiHli34/s400/pink3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350677909838323234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Here is the book that started it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Victoria Kann and illustrated by Elizabeth Kann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFyTJJfMkI/AAAAAAAABhU/zXi1etnIf-g/s1600-h/Pink6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFyTJJfMkI/AAAAAAAABhU/zXi1etnIf-g/s400/Pink6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350683505491653186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Pink-aboo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFu5fBsVpI/AAAAAAAABhE/xlZc6mJrdL0/s1600-h/pink4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFu5fBsVpI/AAAAAAAABhE/xlZc6mJrdL0/s400/pink4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350679766153057938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So for no particular reason at all we set out to make today pinkalicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eden played the part of Pinkerbelle.  LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla icing, vanilla cake, a few drops of red food dye and pink sprinkles...  TAH DAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFp3zgH2oI/AAAAAAAABgs/L7rPSBK6gU8/s1600-h/pink1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFp3zgH2oI/AAAAAAAABgs/L7rPSBK6gU8/s400/pink1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350674239731522178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Is that Pinkerella?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFr3Bnay_I/AAAAAAAABg0/iE5VURt8xeA/s1600-h/Pink2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFr3Bnay_I/AAAAAAAABg0/iE5VURt8xeA/s400/Pink2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350676425363606514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Today was pool day at a friends house so we took our pinkcakes to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFv4Nj7_dI/AAAAAAAABhM/atc3hB76THU/s1600-h/Pink5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFv4Nj7_dI/AAAAAAAABhM/atc3hB76THU/s400/Pink5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350680843796610514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Am I going to really wake up pink Mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;(that is what happens to the main character in the book)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smirked and answered, "Perhaps, after all, you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;eat A LOT of pinkalicious pinkcakes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Eden, now wide eyed, "Cool."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought to myself, it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;happen.  I DID forget sunblock on their arms.  :-/  Please no lectures.  I remembered everywhere else and the pool was in the shade  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkF0qrDoesI/AAAAAAAABhc/drCMdvpVTFY/s1600-h/pink7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkF0qrDoesI/AAAAAAAABhc/drCMdvpVTFY/s400/pink7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350686108754148034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thus ends this pinkorama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-1826181387476935490?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/1826181387476935490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=1826181387476935490&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/1826181387476935490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/1826181387476935490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/06/pinkalicious-day.html' title='A Pinkalicious Day! ~ Wordful Wednesday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFtNbtxXiI/AAAAAAAABg8/UQh2AiHli34/s72-c/pink3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-8050084573998474055</id><published>2009-06-19T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:26:49.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Posty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I just found a nice giveaway over here at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" href="http://mysweetsavannah.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-lucky-reader-will-win.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MY SWEET SAVANNAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; with super classy prizes.  I'm gonna enter.  Yup I is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently I find myself in an odd mood.  I'm tired from work (making pizza is hard, wah)  and unmotivated at home.  Obviously I am unable to kick start my thought life as well because my blog has been sitting idle for so long that the comments are being moderated.  I have it set for posts over five days old just in case someone reads back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Why would someone read back???  Maybe to find out if I have always been so funny/weird/esoteric/boring/slakerly/smelly/quirky... you may pick your own adjective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I have thought of a few posts to write but none of them have happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Saw UP.  Liked it.  A lot.  Took the kids.  They liked it.  A lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Saw Star Trek.  Liked it.  No kids.  Liked that.  A lot.  ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Have you tried that whipped cream cheese?  Its da bomb!  If you like cream cheese you must try it whipped.   Its so soft you can dip your crker right in and it won't break.  It spreads super nice as well for those of you who would never dip anything into a container meant for public usage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids eat dirt, see, it could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I get to work tonight and I get paid.  Yay!  The job is going well even though my very not a teenagers body doth protest.  I still haven't memorized all the toppings and probably messed up  once too often, but I'm getting there.  They actually had to dump a pizza last night because I put the wrong meat on it.  Woopsie.  My Bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my brain is emptied for now.  Until I hit publish.  As it is I have been staring out the window for five minutes trying to think of something else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic  :-p  And I mean that in a very self loving affectionate way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-8050084573998474055?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/8050084573998474055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=8050084573998474055&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/8050084573998474055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/8050084573998474055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-posty.html' title='A Little Posty'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-3726990340157374689</id><published>2009-06-06T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:55:38.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhhhhh.....</title><content type='html'>It is so quiet here right now.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here &lt;/span&gt;being home.  My parents are finally back from a month long road trip and they invited Kiah and James over to play with their new puppy... a miniature dappled dachshund.  Her name is Daisy and she is about the size of one of Mo's paws.  Mo is their lab mix... he is BIG.  Pictures are necessary for full comedic impact of that pair but they will be shown at another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my other two lovelies are napping.  I wore them out at the thrift stores this afternoon.  My Love is home but also napping.  He has kid duty tonight and so must be fully rested.  I am working tonight.  5-10 doing something that will probably make me sore.  I did not realize that making pizza was such a workout but I have come home after each shift very sore and exhausted.  But being a mom I recover quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week end I will be busy busy busy!  I work 6-11 thurs, fri, and sat and I'm doing a yard sale.  I LOVE having yard sales.  Its a great way to get grown ups to come to my house.  I usually have water or lemonade available and popsicles or lollipops to give to kids.  What doesn't sell will most likely be going to the thrift stores where I can make regular visits to it until someone gives it a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have completely enjoyed doing this last giveaway.  Stuff like that is so fun for me.  I'm a giver.  When I'm out shopping around I see little trinkets (ok sometimes secondhand junk, lol) at thrift stores or garage sales that reminds me of someone, and I want to get it for them.  Usually I refrain because, having done so before, I have found that the thought of getting stuff from the thrift store makes some of my pals naseous.  I don't get that.  I'm all into second hand stuff.  I love thrift stores, garage sale, yard sales, *drool* ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would do give aways a little more often... smaller ones, using some of the great finds I come upon.  After my yard sale I will set aside any of the nicer stuff and do giveaways for it here.  Hmmmm... I'm just wondering if it would work.  It would sort of be like a thrift store but you don't pay, you just enter a drawing to win my junk.  Would any of you be into that?  Maybe in a new blog by itself.  I'll have to work out the details... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Free Stuff Friday&lt;/span&gt; is kinda catchy ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that is enough rambling for one post and I want to hop in the shower before work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!  To all my giveaway winners I'll be going to the post office Mon or tues to ship your stuff.  Thanks again for playing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin, I got your email, we're good to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-3726990340157374689?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/3726990340157374689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=3726990340157374689&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/3726990340157374689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/3726990340157374689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/06/shhhhhhh.html' title='Shhhhhhh.....'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-2691641398891401129</id><published>2009-06-02T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T04:01:55.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giveaway Results Watch Me Wednesday Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The results are in and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;oop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;thank &lt;/span&gt;you all so much for entertaining and humoring me for the past couple of weeks. I definitely needed the escape from reality today.  It was just hectic and I have no one to blame but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I started the day out by forcing the kids to work on a Father's Day project only to realize that Father's Day is still actually over two weeks away.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I had realized that before&lt;br /&gt;I had made them cry.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;snacks to make&lt;/span&gt; for a hundred plus highschoolers who go to Campus Life.  And, of course, I procrastinated until the last minute on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tallying and preparing your comments&lt;/span&gt; for the drawing.  Shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZVK6vKr7I/AAAAAAAABfU/_NTEvNbGmZc/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZVK6vKr7I/AAAAAAAABfU/_NTEvNbGmZc/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343051653975814066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZVLNW5tOI/AAAAAAAABfc/ZoFFCE0vMBw/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZVLNW5tOI/AAAAAAAABfc/ZoFFCE0vMBw/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343051658974311650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then there was just life in general which today involved convincing a 2yo. to use a potty instead of the floor, an overly loud/whiny five yo. boy who stayed up waaaaaaay to late, a sweet but sneaky pair of blonds who wanted everything I have said no to in the last month, and PMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So if you find a bite out of any chocolate that you may have won, now you know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Despite all of the above I did get it all done and below you will find a revealing video *snicker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do apologize for the length of the video. and if you do not have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;fast connection&lt;/span&gt; then I suggest you just skip it and scroll down to where I actually typed out all the information you are looking for.  My video &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"clip"&lt;/span&gt; turned out to be eight minutes.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EIGHT MINUTES!!! &lt;/span&gt; Which wouldn't be so bad if I actually &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had something to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also found out some things about myself from the making and viewing of this results video:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I should always, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALWAYS &lt;/span&gt;be scripted when on camera.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I'm a bit bizarre.  Perhaps that is what draws some of you back... its hard to bear but yet you can't look away.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I lather/rinse/repeat as in &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;overkill&lt;/span&gt;.  In fact, after My Love helped me film he said, "you're gonna have to change your blog name to Ramblings of a Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Perhaps, but I don't want to be obvious.  :-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I like to wear My Love's shirts.  I guess I could have changed into some of my own clothes for the sake of appearances but I was keepin' it real ya know... yeah... thats it.  At least I had a bra on.  I know TMI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I crack myself up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZX5n3DgDI/AAAAAAAABfk/G1-CYhRYaps/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZX5n3DgDI/AAAAAAAABfk/G1-CYhRYaps/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343054655385731122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*whimper*cry*wail*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently we don't own a computer with the capability to upload an 8 minute video   :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I just edit the post so there wasn't all this build up and then a big let down!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm a little lazy like that  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just include a copy of it for you winners... maybe someday I'll get it to post... until then, read on for the winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Congratulations to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rlambright.blogspot.com/"&gt;Robin @ Be Still and Know&lt;/a&gt; - 21st commenter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://skirkman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Skoots1mom @ My Hands His Glory&lt;/a&gt; - 100th commenter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beyondmicrobursts.blogspot.com/"&gt;DaNella @ Beyond Microbursts&lt;/a&gt; - 200th commenter (and for most comments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anitalianmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Saundra @ Italian Mama Gone Crazy &lt;/a&gt;- 1st random drawing winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have all won this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZVKrvsF0I/AAAAAAAABe8/rgQ1R90Ugww/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZVKrvsF0I/AAAAAAAABe8/rgQ1R90Ugww/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343051649951471426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Danella gets this bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZVK3wgjBI/AAAAAAAABfM/mefv_clLh0Y/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 369px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZVK3wgjBI/AAAAAAAABfM/mefv_clLh0Y/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343051653176134674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peach867.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura~Peach @ Silence is Broken&lt;/a&gt; - 2nd random drawing (must be a nonwinner) winner gets this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZVKmXPrxI/AAAAAAAABfE/m0AIo0Kzd-I/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZVKmXPrxI/AAAAAAAABfE/m0AIo0Kzd-I/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343051648506769170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There may be a little something extra thrown in with all those for good measure too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also, I want to &lt;a href="http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/02/pay-it-foreward-and-then-some.html"&gt;pay it forward&lt;/a&gt; to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777608222288520089"&gt;Hair Bows &amp;amp; Guitar Picks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://avoiceformoms.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mel @ Voice for Moms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Linda @ 2nd Cup of Coffee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whew!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised if you don't see me for a few days because I may be passed out on the floor and the kids will be using me as a TV pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just saying&lt;/span&gt;  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now all of you winners need to send me your mailing address so I can get you your prize and pay it forward.  My email is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gbhadley @ yahoo . com  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With no spaces of course ;-)&lt;/span&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/26292356-2691641398891401129?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/2691641398891401129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=2691641398891401129&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/2691641398891401129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/2691641398891401129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/06/giveaway-results-watch-me-wednesday.html' title='Giveaway Results Watch Me Wednesday Style'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZVK6vKr7I/AAAAAAAABfU/_NTEvNbGmZc/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-8568071214953383818</id><published>2009-06-01T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T01:21:42.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Good Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... must come to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg3ygC4bXTI/AAAAAAAABaQ/MJRY9mzTPiA/s1600-h/200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg3ygC4bXTI/AAAAAAAABaQ/MJRY9mzTPiA/s400/200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336187765847186738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;The giveaway entry period&lt;br /&gt;is officially closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you SOOOO much to all my faithful readers and a few new comers for making my dream come true.  OK, so it was a small dream, but a dream nonetheless.  Not only did you help me reach my goal of 200 comments on one post you surpassed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;247 comments!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;You Rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be officially announcing the winners on Wednesday, June 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The prizes??????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a small collection of items to sort through and still more shopping to do.  If I know you well enough I may pick out something extra special just for you.  i hope what I have so far is worth all your effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now off I go to tally comments&lt;br /&gt;and find a hat ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To see my Project 365 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;scroll down or click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-365-may-17th-may-30th.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiONPSh0ZBI/AAAAAAAABeo/_PXA8et3pUQ/s1600-h/project365Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiONPSh0ZBI/AAAAAAAABeo/_PXA8et3pUQ/s400/project365Logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342268876802778130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-8568071214953383818?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/8568071214953383818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=8568071214953383818&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/8568071214953383818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/8568071214953383818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/06/giveaway-entry-period-is-officially.html' title='All Good Things...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg3ygC4bXTI/AAAAAAAABaQ/MJRY9mzTPiA/s72-c/200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-1719158284206171847</id><published>2009-05-31T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:49:52.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365 ~ May 17th - May 30th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiN1BfkZuRI/AAAAAAAABeg/XTsMsXzshWc/s400/project365Logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342242251506039058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, May 17th &lt;/span&gt;the laundry lines up for washing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx5E9rV5BI/AAAAAAAABdw/CHtVaJy972U/s1600-h/5-17+laundry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx5E9rV5BI/AAAAAAAABdw/CHtVaJy972U/s400/5-17+laundry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340276384337355794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, May 18th&lt;/span&gt; the kids play a not so quiet game while Marli naps.  SHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx5EmVp0OI/AAAAAAAABdo/ynB95hjf618/s1600-h/5-18+bees+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx5EmVp0OI/AAAAAAAABdo/ynB95hjf618/s400/5-18+bees+game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340276378072371426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, May 19th&lt;/span&gt; My Loves put this moth on James while he was taking a mid-day snooze.  James woke up and screamed like a girl ROTFLOL!  He quickly calmed down and took his new friend outside where it belonged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx4XLHC5iI/AAAAAAAABdg/u_LEVOcI79M/s1600-h/5-19+moth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx4XLHC5iI/AAAAAAAABdg/u_LEVOcI79M/s400/5-19+moth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340275597669230114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, May 20th&lt;/span&gt; we find the moth has found another friend of its own kind this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx4W7-nWMI/AAAAAAAABdY/RfgKyA9HFnM/s1600-h/5-20+moths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx4W7-nWMI/AAAAAAAABdY/RfgKyA9HFnM/s400/5-20+moths.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340275593607338178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, May 21st &lt;/span&gt;this green climbing frog finally found a resting place on top of the window trim of my parents house after being manhandled by the kids for a bit.  I told them that for my birthday I wanted them to let it go... and they did.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx4Ww7kXkI/AAAAAAAABdQ/5cyGcIe0Sic/s1600-h/5-21+frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx4Ww7kXkI/AAAAAAAABdQ/5cyGcIe0Sic/s400/5-21+frog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340275590641770050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, May 22nd &lt;/span&gt;we met some friends by a private lake and while enjoying the sunshine this young buck walked right up to us.  It was sort of freaky.  I told it to tell his friends to stay out of my yard or else but I'm afraid my warning fell on HUGE def ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx4WuO1KlI/AAAAAAAABdI/oIJnwzgEBQc/s1600-h/5-22+deer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx4WuO1KlI/AAAAAAAABdI/oIJnwzgEBQc/s400/5-22+deer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340275589917256274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, May 23rd &lt;/span&gt;the peonies I gave to my dad are blooming.  They are giant and beautiful and smell heavenly.  They never put on quite a show for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx4WShOEQI/AAAAAAAABdA/fkZReIIVIII/s1600-h/5-23+peoney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx4WShOEQI/AAAAAAAABdA/fkZReIIVIII/s400/5-23+peoney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340275582478192898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, May 24th  &lt;/span&gt;Kiah is My Love's date for a friends wedding.  I was plain worn out after church and didn't have the wherewithal to help the kids sit quite through a wedding.  But Kiah was very excited to see the "princess" wedding and I think her and her dad make a lovely couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiNzP_Qk2zI/AAAAAAAABd4/p1YmHn5mrEI/s1600-h/5-24+kiah%27s+date.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiNzP_Qk2zI/AAAAAAAABd4/p1YmHn5mrEI/s400/5-24+kiah%27s+date.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342240301507730226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, May 25th&lt;/span&gt; ...aliens  :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, May 26th&lt;/span&gt; The kids were watching a bee on one of the flowers but I thought it looked like the flowers were looking at the kids.  teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiNzQJQECRI/AAAAAAAABeA/D9sQG_dM0IA/s1600-h/5-25+peony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiNzQJQECRI/AAAAAAAABeA/D9sQG_dM0IA/s400/5-25+peony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342240304189933842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, May 27th &lt;/span&gt; James catches a baby alligator lizard.  At this size they aren't quite as formidable as their adult selves.  He gets a thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiNzQPA3yqI/AAAAAAAABeI/rjoGnUeldxw/s1600-h/5-27+lizard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiNzQPA3yqI/AAAAAAAABeI/rjoGnUeldxw/s400/5-27+lizard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342240305736829602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, May 28th&lt;/span&gt;... see Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, May 29th&lt;/span&gt; I worked a shift at Round Table and did the grocery shopping after.  All I wanted to do when I got home was put my feet up and watch Jay Leno's last show.  Headlines and Jaywalking, some of the best bits ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiNzQVNI9GI/AAAAAAAABeQ/kh2QePW0bwM/s1600-h/5-29+Leno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiNzQVNI9GI/AAAAAAAABeQ/kh2QePW0bwM/s400/5-29+Leno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342240307398898786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, May 30th &lt;/span&gt;I wake to find my white Canterbury bells (?) in full bloom... yes... I see they are not white.  I bought them last year when they were two inch starters... now they are four foot purple topped stalks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiNzQoeIPOI/AAAAAAAABeY/l0MDIxk6m2Q/s1600-h/5-30+flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiNzQoeIPOI/AAAAAAAABeY/l0MDIxk6m2Q/s400/5-30+flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342240312570428642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.  To see other peoples weeks in review visit &lt;a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sara at Make Music From Your Heart to the Lord.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-1719158284206171847?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/1719158284206171847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=1719158284206171847&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/1719158284206171847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/1719158284206171847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-365-may-17th-may-30th.html' title='Project 365 ~ May 17th - May 30th'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiN1BfkZuRI/AAAAAAAABeg/XTsMsXzshWc/s72-c/project365Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-7522486204730834041</id><published>2009-05-28T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:04:52.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roundom Rudeness</title><content type='html'>So if you haven't heard yet I just started working at Round Table Pizza.  I'm not entirely sure that I am allowed to write about my experiences there but I will anyway because I don't know any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ignorance is bliss.  Thats my story and I am stickin' to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have only worked three shifts so far the longest of which was 3.5 hours.  Tonight I worked my forth shift and instead of make-up (building and baking pizzas) I was trained to be the pizza runner.  This is the person who brings the food to the table after going through an elaborate ritual of figuring out which pizza it is, whether it was paid for and where it is really supposed to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note... Billy Crystal was on Jay Leno tonight. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I am getting old.&lt;/span&gt;  I can tell because every time I see a celebrity I grew up watching I think, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"boy they are getting old."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Crystal is one of my favorite actors who is, quite frankly, beginning to look a little pasty.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That means I'm not too far behind. &lt;/span&gt; I do admire him though for letting it happen and NOT pulling a Kenny Rodgers permanent surprise but in denial lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I close my eyes I can picture in my minds eye that Jay is actually interviewing Mike Wisowsky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and all is well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AnYwAy&lt;/span&gt;, I also know I am getting older because the antics of teens, specifically the rude ones, gets on my nerves.  I brought a medium twist (six garlic bread twists) to a table of three teens, two girls and a boy.  It was accompanied by two little tubs of ranch dressing...standard.  The boy asked me for an extra ranch.  I knew there was a .25 cent charge for extra tubs but was unsure of how to collect it at that point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked with another employee and went back to the table and said, " I'm sorry, it is my first night serving and I was told that extra ranch is .25 cents would you still like one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking at me like I had hissing cockroaches climbing out my nose he answers, dripping with sarcastic teenage angst, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"NO, reeeaaally, I'll be just fiiiiine, but thanks A LOT for bringing extra plates, yep, thanks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely ignoring his tone I respond cheerfully, "You're welcome, enjoy your meal and have a nice evening."  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because that is what I am paid minimum wage to do&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ignore the fact that someone in this teens life has neglected to tell him that he is not owed a thing just by being born and that not everything in life is free even if you whine for it.&lt;/span&gt;  All the while thinking... between the three of you you couldn't scrounge up a lousy .25 cents!?!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really!?!&lt;/span&gt;  You are copping attitude over a quarter cup of ranch!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OOOooo&lt;/span&gt;... Prince is on Leno too... I... oh my word, seriously? ... nah... I won't go there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't forget to enter... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-it-is-200-with-giveaway.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg3ygC4bXTI/AAAAAAAABaQ/MJRY9mzTPiA/s400/200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336187765847186738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-7522486204730834041?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/7522486204730834041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=7522486204730834041&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/7522486204730834041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/7522486204730834041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/05/roundom-rudeness.html' title='Roundom Rudeness'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg3ygC4bXTI/AAAAAAAABaQ/MJRY9mzTPiA/s72-c/200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-485879624209392767</id><published>2009-05-28T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:03:10.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is Still Time</title><content type='html'>To enter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-it-is-200-with-giveaway.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg3ygC4bXTI/AAAAAAAABaQ/MJRY9mzTPiA/s400/200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336187765847186738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it probably getting annoying to hear about AGAIN but there is still time to enter this just for fun, its my birthday, I have reached 200 posts giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't comment here... only comments on the original post will count as an entry.  Just click the pic and you're there.  May 31st is the last day to enter and you can put in as many entries (comments) as you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned to My Love that my awesome blogosphere friends had helped me to reach my goal of 200 + comments on one post and he says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really, I guess there's a first time for everything... and a last."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOooooooo... &gt;:-[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I could never really be mad at My Love, and it was all in fun, but...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-485879624209392767?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/485879624209392767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=485879624209392767&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/485879624209392767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/485879624209392767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-is-still-time.html' title='There is Still Time'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg3ygC4bXTI/AAAAAAAABaQ/MJRY9mzTPiA/s72-c/200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-3181509074767693383</id><published>2009-05-21T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:52:03.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And It Was a Good One Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is in bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So You Think You Can Dance is waiting for me on my dvr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another slice of cheesecake is calling my name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday strolls to a close and, yes, it was a good one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird feeders, plants (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you think I'm a little obvious about loving gardening and birdwatching&lt;/span&gt;),  time out with my friends and a quiet celebration with my family... AND CHEESECAKE!   Basically everything this Mommy could ever want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you My Love :-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;for all your warm wishes :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't forget to enter&lt;br /&gt;my giveaway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(How could you really?  I am very persistent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just click the silly pic and follow the directions.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-it-is-200-with-giveaway.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg_W39J3P3I/AAAAAAAABcY/lod_cfNijP4/s400/200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336720340254408562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-3181509074767693383?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/3181509074767693383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=3181509074767693383&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/3181509074767693383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/3181509074767693383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-it-was-good-one-too.html' title='And It Was a Good One Too'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg_W39J3P3I/AAAAAAAABcY/lod_cfNijP4/s72-c/200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-7589436712908259232</id><published>2009-05-20T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T01:36:41.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC, Wordful, and Watch Me Wednesday ~ A Triple Threat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't forget to enter&lt;br /&gt;my giveaway!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just click the silly pic and follow the directions.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-it-is-200-with-giveaway.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg_W39J3P3I/AAAAAAAABcY/lod_cfNijP4/s400/200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336720340254408562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Interested in learning more about me?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, a girl could hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just read this post before you go.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://abcwednesdayround3.blogspot.com/"&gt;ABC Wednesday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is the letter &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ShO2YynozDI/AAAAAAAABcw/NfbH2JvjU7M/s1600-h/Roundtable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ShO2YynozDI/AAAAAAAABcw/NfbH2JvjU7M/s400/Roundtable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337810520385309746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ound Table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah, I work there.  Today was my first real shift.  A grueling two hours... I know!  Slave drivers.  I made pizzas, for I am... The Pizza Whisperer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wordful Wednesday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ShOy8Q54ekI/AAAAAAAABco/rR_e_JlLfVM/s1600-h/hummer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ShOy8Q54ekI/AAAAAAAABco/rR_e_JlLfVM/s400/hummer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337806731763808834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This lovely little Anna's Hummingbird stopped for a rest between being pursued by a persistent male and taking sips from the feeder.  Poor girl was plain tuckered out.  Not sure if it shows up too well in the photo but her face and beak were covered in pollen.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Watch Me Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes a girl has just gotta dance... even if it is to a Ponyville merry go round.  And Eden... was just being Eden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-56a3589b59025100" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D56a3589b59025100%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329898667%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13A0EE2979EFB7D960EF4EF592FB8512601C75B9.DD4ADE419EA70FF04125458FCD76759BC69272%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D56a3589b59025100%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dbo473l2Bty9lFVrat8Cygj498ZQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D56a3589b59025100%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329898667%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13A0EE2979EFB7D960EF4EF592FB8512601C75B9.DD4ADE419EA70FF04125458FCD76759BC69272%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D56a3589b59025100%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dbo473l2Bty9lFVrat8Cygj498ZQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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/26292356-7589436712908259232?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=56a3589b59025100&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/7589436712908259232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=7589436712908259232&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/7589436712908259232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/7589436712908259232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/05/abc-wordful-and-watch-me-wednesday.html' title='ABC, Wordful, and Watch Me Wednesday ~ A Triple Threat'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg_W39J3P3I/AAAAAAAABcY/lod_cfNijP4/s72-c/200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-3484299661360877915</id><published>2009-05-17T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:02:24.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365 ~ April 26th - May 16th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't forget to enter&lt;br /&gt;my giveaway!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just click the silly pic and follow the directions.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-it-is-200-with-giveaway.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg_W39J3P3I/AAAAAAAABcY/lod_cfNijP4/s400/200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336720340254408562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Interested in learning more about me?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, a girl could hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just read this post before you go.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Project 365 is a great way to keep up with yourself and your bloggy buddies.  It is hostessed by Sara at Make music from your heart to the Lord.  You can find her and more weeks in review by clicking the Project 365 button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-365-week-19.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sf_p6BXgieI/AAAAAAAABZw/o0op_JsE61E/s400/project365Logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332237666838677986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  I had some catching up to do.  I hope you all remember who I am, teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, April 26th&lt;/span&gt; Awanas held a family carnival instead of a store.  There were games, candy, cupcakes and more.  We had a great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sf_p6PZGArI/AAAAAAAABZo/bS2f0bpjqys/s1600-h/4-26+awanas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sf_p6PZGArI/AAAAAAAABZo/bS2f0bpjqys/s400/4-26+awanas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332237670603424434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, April 27th&lt;/span&gt; My Love brings home my birthday/mothers day present.  I have wanted a large fountain for a long time and we got this one for only $40 at a yard sale.  They were using it as a planter :-/  We bought a pump online... a steal of a deal to fulfill one of this Mommy's dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sf_pRXvKlkI/AAAAAAAABZA/9f-Hmaavf8k/s1600-h/4-27+fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sf_pRXvKlkI/AAAAAAAABZA/9f-Hmaavf8k/s400/4-27+fountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332236968468846146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Flip says, "A fancy new water dish FOR MEEEEE?  Fill'er up!"  Silly pup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sf_pRoMAt_I/AAAAAAAABZI/aHvO_huX5U4/s1600-h/4-27+fountain+Flip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sf_pRoMAt_I/AAAAAAAABZI/aHvO_huX5U4/s400/4-27+fountain+Flip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332236972884801522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, April 28th&lt;/span&gt; I like to call Eden the lizard whisperer.  Everyday she catches a new blue belly and names it Love.  EVERY time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sf_pSIwJXFI/AAAAAAAABZY/Lzb7yewEz-A/s1600-h/4-28+lizard+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sf_pSIwJXFI/AAAAAAAABZY/Lzb7yewEz-A/s400/4-28+lizard+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332236981626297426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I let her keep them over night then she has to let them go.  Its always bitter sweet to see Love go but he always has family waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sf_pSesTzaI/AAAAAAAABZg/E0wcxxq4AKY/s1600-h/4-28+lizard+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sf_pSesTzaI/AAAAAAAABZg/E0wcxxq4AKY/s400/4-28+lizard+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332236987515784610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, April 29th&lt;/span&gt; Ladybugs.  We watched them eat aphids, clean up, and even mate.  Look out!  Its Spring fever in Ladybug Land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sf_kUzoaRpI/AAAAAAAABY4/OqH2q1XjN88/s1600-h/4-29+ladybugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sf_kUzoaRpI/AAAAAAAABY4/OqH2q1XjN88/s400/4-29+ladybugs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332231529938175634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, April 30th&lt;/span&gt; just like Eden with her lizards, James loves his stink beetles (Darkling beetles).  They are big but harmless.  I was not too thrilled to have it inside but my budding entomologist wanted to be sure I met his new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sf_kUuY4JAI/AAAAAAAABYo/atB9R3-Cyx4/s1600-h/4-30+james+beetle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sf_kUuY4JAI/AAAAAAAABYo/atB9R3-Cyx4/s400/4-30+james+beetle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332231528530846722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, May 1st&lt;/span&gt; give a girl a tire...  she'll make a planter out of it.  My tendency to turn anything that doesn't move into a planter drives My Love bonkers.  He took this one OK though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sf_kUR08TVI/AAAAAAAABYg/AbH9Z2V_k_M/s1600-h/5-1+tire+planter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sf_kUR08TVI/AAAAAAAABYg/AbH9Z2V_k_M/s400/5-1+tire+planter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332231520863931730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, May 2nd &lt;/span&gt;on our hike the day before to find wild bleeding hearts to fill my new planter we came upon these charming little fellows.  The California newt.  The thing I like about them are their little hands.  So cute!  So cartoony.  This day we hiked to where we found them and put them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sf_kUP7j8vI/AAAAAAAABYY/Lq-oeMpJ_vI/s1600-h/5-2+newts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sf_kUP7j8vI/AAAAAAAABYY/Lq-oeMpJ_vI/s400/5-2+newts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332231520354824946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, May 3rd&lt;/span&gt; Awanas award night.  Here is Eden and James with their teacher, and, below, Kiah with hers.  I admire these ladies so much.  I could not do what they do with the amount of patience they do it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-8-nCO04I/AAAAAAAABag/udexxVdR4mc/s1600-h/5-3+awanas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-8-nCO04I/AAAAAAAABag/udexxVdR4mc/s400/5-3+awanas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336691867273581442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-8-ijUkwI/AAAAAAAABao/-39WJYwvxd0/s1600-h/5-3+awanas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-8-ijUkwI/AAAAAAAABao/-39WJYwvxd0/s400/5-3+awanas2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336691866070192898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, May 4th&lt;/span&gt; Eden was so photogenic after her bath.  Those curls and freckles... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-8-_qrMyI/AAAAAAAABbA/J-cembrB9OE/s1600-h/5-6+eden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-8-_qrMyI/AAAAAAAABbA/J-cembrB9OE/s400/5-6+eden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336691873885664034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, May 5th&lt;/span&gt; Marli helps me bake for Campus Life and reaps the rewards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-8-8w6XoI/AAAAAAAABa4/dkSEeC9VOTg/s1600-h/5-5+marli+bakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-8-8w6XoI/AAAAAAAABa4/dkSEeC9VOTg/s400/5-5+marli+bakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336691873106517634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, May 6th&lt;/span&gt; the pump for my fountain arrives in the mail and My Love gets it up and running.  I added some pond hyacinth, bullfrog tadpoles and goldfish to the bottom level.  I love it!  Thank you My Love :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-8-mLfmnI/AAAAAAAABaw/p7hxNaOGsJk/s1600-h/5-4+fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-8-mLfmnI/AAAAAAAABaw/p7hxNaOGsJk/s400/5-4+fountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336691867043994226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday and Friday escaped the camera.  :-(&lt;br /&gt;I suspect more aliens  :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, May 9th&lt;/span&gt; My Love takes James out for a little airsoft (like paintball).  I wasn't thrilled but James was in dire need of some MAN time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-_HcefoXI/AAAAAAAABbI/XuYNDQcze7Q/s1600-h/5-9+airsoft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-_HcefoXI/AAAAAAAABbI/XuYNDQcze7Q/s400/5-9+airsoft.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336694218081411442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, May 10th&lt;/span&gt; Happy Mother's Day!  With my love doing all my work for me I relaxed for once.  We went to church, had naps (yes, even me), had a picnic, went bike riding, and then out for ice cream.  What a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-_HW2EA1I/AAAAAAAABbQ/KgWMMC1znDI/s1600-h/5-10+Mothers+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-_HW2EA1I/AAAAAAAABbQ/KgWMMC1znDI/s400/5-10+Mothers+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336694216569652050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, May 11th&lt;/span&gt; the clover begins to bloom and makes for great tree decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-_HrF5n_I/AAAAAAAABbY/irCkGVMRA4U/s1600-h/5-11+clover+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-_HrF5n_I/AAAAAAAABbY/irCkGVMRA4U/s400/5-11+clover+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336694222004789234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, May 12th&lt;/span&gt; we had an exciting walk.  We saw two snakes (a harmless yellow-bellied racer and a teeny tiny red sharp tail).  Then Flip caught a HUGE alligator lizard by the tail which it kindly left behind right before it scampered up a tree.  James wanted to keep it... um, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-_H3V20cI/AAAAAAAABbg/1iciXIwICpQ/s1600-h/5-12+james.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-_H3V20cI/AAAAAAAABbg/1iciXIwICpQ/s400/5-12+james.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336694225292939714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, May 13th  &lt;/span&gt;I don't remember what I was making for dinner but it sure peaked Flip and Mo's interest.  Mo is my parent's dog.  They are traveling so we are pupsitting.  This dog is equal to two of Flip at 70 pounds, and he is only one year old.   :-o  But he is a gentle giant and LOVES the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-_H-rayiI/AAAAAAAABbo/AS6dUYovKQQ/s1600-h/5-13+flip+and+mo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-_H-rayiI/AAAAAAAABbo/AS6dUYovKQQ/s400/5-13+flip+and+mo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336694227262425634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, May 14th&lt;/span&gt; and yet another friend is made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-_sXSQ2TI/AAAAAAAABbw/NT_A0X5u6yo/s1600-h/5-14+stink+beetle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-_sXSQ2TI/AAAAAAAABbw/NT_A0X5u6yo/s400/5-14+stink+beetle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336694852343093554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, May 15th&lt;/span&gt;  a puppet show awaits courtesy of Kiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-_sZuv90I/AAAAAAAABb4/SlPoejgmZB0/s1600-h/5-15+puppets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-_sZuv90I/AAAAAAAABb4/SlPoejgmZB0/s400/5-15+puppets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336694852999444290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, May 16th&lt;/span&gt; I'm kidnapped for a girls day out birthday surprise.  My friend Melissa came to pick me up... I had no idea she was coming!  I had not showered, put a bra on, or brushed my hair, but it didn't take me long to get ready.  Another friend, Nadya, was waiting for us at our first destination. Surprise again!  We went to the Cheesecake Factory for dinner and the most fabulous birthday dessert.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White chocolate rassberry truffle cheesecake.&lt;/span&gt;  YUM!  We all agreed that next time we will skip the meal and just have cheesecake.  I had so much fun.  I have the best of friends!  Thank you soooooooo much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-_st2yRNI/AAAAAAAABcA/r8qEAqoy3Bc/s1600-h/5-16+surprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg-_st2yRNI/AAAAAAAABcA/r8qEAqoy3Bc/s400/5-16+surprise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336694858401858770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg_UiRsO2kI/AAAAAAAABcQ/_qYWLk1YVys/s1600-h/100_0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg_UiRsO2kI/AAAAAAAABcQ/_qYWLk1YVys/s400/100_0874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336717768786893378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg_UiX-t6NI/AAAAAAAABcI/dpf6MwN-pFA/s1600-h/5-16+cheesecake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg_UiX-t6NI/AAAAAAAABcI/dpf6MwN-pFA/s400/5-16+cheesecake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336717770475038930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for catching up with me.  To see more click the Project 365 button at the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And don't forget to enter&lt;br /&gt;my giveaway today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-3484299661360877915?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/3484299661360877915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=3484299661360877915&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/3484299661360877915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/3484299661360877915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-365-april-26th-may-16th.html' title='Project 365 ~ April 26th - May 16th'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg_W39J3P3I/AAAAAAAABcY/lod_cfNijP4/s72-c/200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-6465656372370787612</id><published>2009-05-15T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:59:42.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here It Is!  #200 with a GIVEAWAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my mind again... all the new thoughts are at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;We are almost there!&lt;br /&gt;GO! GO! GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I can't find some random pic of the #200 off of the intermajiggernet then you will have to settle for my cheezy homemade graphic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg3ygC4bXTI/AAAAAAAABaQ/MJRY9mzTPiA/s1600-h/200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg3ygC4bXTI/AAAAAAAABaQ/MJRY9mzTPiA/s400/200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336187765847186738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if you want to know what 200 calories worth of just about any food looks like then click on the 200 calories worth of smarties pictured below, which looks much more appetizing than 200 calories worth of ketchup.    :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wisegeek.com/what-does-200-calories-look-like.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 171px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg3ygdgznQI/AAAAAAAABaY/18NF7-IA4uI/s400/smarties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336187772995869954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is my idea!  I want to do a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;giveaway &lt;/span&gt;to celebrate my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;200th post &lt;/span&gt;and my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;birthday &lt;/span&gt;on the 21st but I'm not quite sure what I am going to give away.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All you need to do is leave a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;comment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THIS POST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telling me that you are interested in getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever the prize turns out to be&lt;/span&gt;.  Leave as many comments as you want because &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;each one will be counted&lt;/span&gt; as an individual entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 31st I will tally all the entries the old fashioned way and draw the winner at random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE ONLY CATCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; is that each comment must say something different even if it only contains one word.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll even give you some examples of acceptable comments to leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Becky, you rock!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love your blog!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are sooooooo funny!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I laugh every time I come here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hilarious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Delightful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...and so on.&lt;br /&gt;You could even mean it.  :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be adding little notes here on this post each day until the entry period comes to an end (on May 31st) so keep checking back and leaving new comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AM I NUTS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have seen my profile pic right?  HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT WAIT... THERE'S MORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since my birthday is on the 21st of May then the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21st commenter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will win a prize!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I reach 100 comments the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100th commenter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will win a prize...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I reach 200 comments the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;200th commenter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will also win a prize&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I do not expect that to happen since I average around 12 comments per a post, but wouldn't that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; totally rock if it DID!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;200!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we do it!?!&lt;br /&gt;I want to try don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;your friends to come on down and leave a comment right here on this post and they too will be entered in to win&lt;br /&gt;WHO KNOWS WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lets do this for fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets do this cuz its my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets do this because, at least for now, it is still a free country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets do this because I am feeling like having a bit of fun and you all are benefiting from that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPPEE SKIPPEE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Added at 1:35am on Saturday, May 16th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So I tell My Love all about my plans for my giveaway and my goal to reach 200 comments and ya know what he says. "200!?!  You've never even reached 50!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;:-(  Yeah, thanks, I'm aware of that, nice of you to point it out though  :-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Well, how about it my friends and giveaway junkies... are you ready to help me squash the bejeebers out of My Love's doubts?  Please feel free to mention my giveaway on your blog... its totally not required and there are no extra entries for doing so, but it may boost my number of comments and then I can rub it in My Love's face... er... I mean show him I can do anything I set my mind to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;BTW I did my grocery shopping tonight and picked up a few surprises for the winners... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Added at 4:06 on Sunday, May 17th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;WOW!!!  Look at you all go!  I am already up to 93 comments!  SWEET!  I never really thought I could get to 200 but now I am thinking HOT DOG I may have a  chance.  After all, we have until May 31st.  Of course if I reach 300 comments then that means another prize for the 300th commenter.  I love seeing some of your creative ways to post.   You crack me up.  HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Again, if you want to mention my giveaway on your blog that would be just fine and dandy.  I'm not trying to get new followers, I don't want to be queen of blogland, I am just out for a bit o' fun.  Just trying to do a bit of paying it forward so to speak.  I have been blessed so I want to bless.  Put a smile on one or two...or five of your faces ;-)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Besides we should get some newbies in here to pull some of the weight of reaching MY goal of getting 200 comments (or more) on one post which has nothing to do with anything really.   ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;OH! And congrats to &lt;a href="http://rlambright.blogspot.com/"&gt;Robin at Be Still and Know&lt;/a&gt; for being the first prize winner with comment #21.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It can happen to you too. :-D  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Added at 11:24 pm on Monday, May 18th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YEEEEEEEEHHAAAAAAAAAW!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did it!  You helped me reach 100 comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys (and by that I mean girls) ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to &lt;a href="http://www.skirkman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Skoots1mom&lt;/a&gt; for being commenter &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#100&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yay for you!  :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, you don't have to be one of those crazys who leave 50 one word comments to win ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I CAN call you crazys because it takes one to know one HA!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On to 200!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Can we do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yes we can!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ShJQKDBTZfI/AAAAAAAABcg/6peUrFwzEho/s1600-h/Bob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ShJQKDBTZfI/AAAAAAAABcg/6peUrFwzEho/s200/Bob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337416641927144946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Added at 11:49 pm on Tuesday, May 19th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I would just clarify a  few things for my own sake as well as yours because this post is a crazy read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My birthday has not happened yet.  I appreciate all the belated Bday wishes though.  The actual day I turn 33 (I know, I'm a baby) is the 21st of May... hence the reason the person who left the 21st comment wins a prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Only comments on this post count as entries, but you are welcome to post all you want on my other posts ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  May 31st is the last day to comment.  I will do one random drawing of all the entries including previous prize winners.  Then I will do another random drawing of those who have not won anything.  YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I will announce the winners on Wednesday, June 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I may throw a few more prizes out there... because I'm crazy like that :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been picking out things here and there for prizes.  There is some chocolate there are a few garden knick knacks, a useful item or two.  Really I won't know exactly what you have won until you win it, LOL.  Kind of exciting huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is all I had to say... Keep commenting, keep telling your cyber friends to stop by... 200 cometh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Added at 11:58pm Thursday, May 20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I don't care what you say...  its true... there is no denying it... I'm a dork :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before you try to disagree let me tell you that I went all day being depressed because there were no new comments on my giveaway postipoo  :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sad and dismayed and feeling a little abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Pathetic I know, but my life is so small.&lt;/span&gt;  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was even more shocked to log on a few minutes ago only to find the number of comments unchanged from this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to my dashboard... and... a note was waiting for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You have 5 new comments waiting to be moderated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I forgot that this post is aging (LOL, just like me) and I have comment moderation on for posts over 5 days old (ya know, so I don't miss anything nice you have to say about me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;So thanks for not abandoning me (I'm so fragile *sniff*)... (rolling eyes) and thanks for putting in your two cents toward 200 comments.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Don't let my dorkiness dissuade you from reaching our goal!  Comment away and I'll be by to publish them ASAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Added at 12:12am on Friday, May 22nd  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great birthday... thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. FYI... you don't have to scroll over all the comments. Over the first comment there is a little underlined note which reads "Jump to comment form". Click it and ZAPPO there's the little box ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Added at 10:45pm on Saturday, May 23rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I. Am. Tired. I worked tonight. Not for very long. Three and a half hours. But at the end of the day... even Saturday... it wiped me out. I smell like pizza. You would think that was a good thing. They acted as though I have worked ther for months. I had only actually worked there two hours. I did OK considering I was thrown into the dinner rush on my second day. I'm not complaining, just stating the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also signed James up for soccer today. He needs to run. and run. and run. The boy has a lot of energy. It needs to be focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiah and James have both had their training wheels removed from their bikes. They are doing well. Kiah is getting more brave by the day but James is taking to it a little slower than I expected. Now all I have to do is get Marli potty trained and we'll be all ready for family camp in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are having a wonderful weekend.  God Bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Added at 11:05am on Monday. May 25th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;We are almost there and just six days to go.  At last check there were 175 comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GUYS ROCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Memorial Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shre3oXhWpI/AAAAAAAABc4/bXSCbfKZQvw/s1600-h/flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shre3oXhWpI/AAAAAAAABc4/bXSCbfKZQvw/s400/flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339825355511388818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;God Bless America!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Added at 12:03am on Tuesday, May 26th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Well, you did it!  You helped me reach over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;200 comments on one post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Who was the 200th commenter???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Congratulations DaNella @ &lt;a href="http://beyondmicrobursts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beyond Microbursts!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;earned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;it!  LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So now that we are at 206 comments (and counting) and still have five days to go, I just have one little question...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Who will be commenter 300?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Added at 12:58am on May 29th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Thank you to all my faithful participants.  You still have three days to enter... sure hope the prizes I come up with are worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Maybe if we reach 300 I will add a bonus to each prize winners package.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;And of course comment 300 will win a prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;having fun yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-6465656372370787612?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/6465656372370787612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=6465656372370787612&amp;isPopup=true' title='247 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/6465656372370787612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/6465656372370787612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-it-is-200-with-giveaway.html' title='Here It Is!  #200 with a GIVEAWAY!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg3ygC4bXTI/AAAAAAAABaQ/MJRY9mzTPiA/s72-c/200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>247</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-5514135700619855009</id><published>2009-05-13T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:52:19.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK, AI, and Watch Me Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh when, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt;, dear reader did it become acceptable to be blatantly rude!?!  I'm not talking about a bad attitude, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that is a whole different post&lt;/span&gt;,  I'm talking about general table manners... EVEN WHEN YOU ARE NOT AT THE TABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what, you ask, has my undies in a bunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me start by saying that I put in my time as a grocery store bagger.  I enjoyed it, I was GOOD at it.  I talked politely to the customer, I made them feel appreciated even if they were just buying a pack of gum.  If they were upset (in regards to their shopping experience) I did everything within my power to make it right.  I would help them cheerfully to their car and I would certainly have NEVER belched in their ear or hocked a lunger as I retreated back to the store.  Which is exactly what the bagger who "helped" me to my car did tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kid you not.  I had only two bags and would have refused help out had he offered but I was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;INFORMED &lt;/span&gt;that he &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WILL &lt;/span&gt;be helping me out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOoooookaaaaaay &gt;:-[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I unlocked the passenger side door I told the bagger to put my two very light bags on the floor of the car.  As he leaned over to put them down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BBBBRRRRAAAAAAAAAP!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No "excuse me"... no "oops"... no "sorry"... just "have a good one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?  Ya think?  I suppose I should be thankful that it was from the attic and not the basement.  SHEESH!  Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN... to top it all off as he is strutting back to the store he snorts, hacks, then hocks a loogie not ten feet from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HELLO!!!  Did they teach you that in the baggers class of how NOT to have class!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can appreciate a good bout of well placed bathroom humor just as much as the next person but this was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;completely oblivous assalt to my senses.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BAGBOY, I would like to speak to your mother please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do you watch American Idol?  If you don't thats ok with me.  I am a closet watcher myself... well, sort of, well ok... not at all.  This season I have been rooting for Adam from the beginning but I grow weary of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE NOTE &lt;/span&gt;which always inevitably includes a closeup of the boys tongue.  Enough, right?  Sing one song without &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE NOTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAM, please, just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That being said I would not be terribly upset if the boy was not in the finale.  He will be tremendously successful either way.  Not that I will be buying his album.  I am a big sissy when it comes to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I was not impressed with Adam nor the presence of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE NOTE&lt;/span&gt; in both songs he sang.  Can't you sing one song without &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE NOTE.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAM, please, just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris was OK tonight.  I have never been a fan of his and I find myself being shocked that he made it this far.  I did like his first performance of "Appologize"  better than his second song... uh... which I was so enthralled by that I can't even remember the title.  I even went back and watched it again to see what the judges were raving about.  Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Danny's rendition of "You Are So Beautiful".  It is one of my favorite songs anyway and I thought he changed it up just right to showcase his capable pipes.  However, I was unimpressed by his first song.  I was not familiar with it and could have thought of a hundred songs I would have rather heard him sing, PAULA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The results will be interesting.  I am excited to see who the top two will be.  And saddened because this season of AI is nearly over :-(  Now what will I do with that extra hour every Tuesday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Watch Me Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a cat person.  I love my kitties.  I lay my head on their bellies as they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;sleep &lt;/span&gt;on my bed.  The soft purr they emit acts as a much needed tranquilizer.  I stroke their back as I walk past them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;sleeping &lt;/span&gt;on the couch.  I skritch their ears as they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;sleep &lt;/span&gt;on my face at night.  They &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt; ... a lot.  And yes, I get jealous.  So to pay them back for flaunting their life of leisure in my face, I torture them... just a little.  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I appreciate you so much.  Your helpful hands, your caring heart, your words of wisdom, your love for your grandkids all make up the gift God gave us in you.  I would not be able to do it with out your help and input... at least not mentally stable.  You are a solace for this adult deprived mommy.  Thank you for being an involved and compitant mother and grandmother.  I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SgaSzZZYgLI/AAAAAAAABaI/JeA_si5H7m0/s1600-h/mothers_day_card1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SgaSzZZYgLI/AAAAAAAABaI/JeA_si5H7m0/s400/mothers_day_card1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334112220355264690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn't. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(this is exactly what I'm thinking when those cute little old ladies in line at the grocery store say,"enjoy it they grow up fast."  THERE IS A REASON FOR THAT!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Insanity is hereditary; you get it from your children.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Sam Levenson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(That and vericose veins, gray hair, and a sore back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The one thing children wear out faster than shoes is parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~John J. Plomp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Usually within one hour of all the kids being awake... I'm ready for bed.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, The fruit of the womb is a reward.  Psa 127:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after church my schedule is wide open.  Which means I will probably have my duff planted in the recliner with my laptop open, trying desperately to catch up on my Project 365.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YES... that is exactly what I WANT to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later I have been promised a night off from cooking... which actually happens more often than it should but I'm not one to bring up the obvious.  Anyway, my night off will probably involve Subway sandwiches eaten either at home or at a park where the kids can run free and DADDY can chase them whilst I doze under a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SgaPTheSCJI/AAAAAAAABaA/NsX7bVjIB4c/s1600-h/happy-mothers-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SgaPTheSCJI/AAAAAAAABaA/NsX7bVjIB4c/s400/happy-mothers-day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334108374232598674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What are your plans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-7922009125881150718?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/7922009125881150718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=7922009125881150718&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/7922009125881150718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/7922009125881150718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SgaSzZZYgLI/AAAAAAAABaI/JeA_si5H7m0/s72-c/mothers_day_card1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-4489356217566838856</id><published>2009-05-06T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T02:31:37.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RRRRARAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(If you are here for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wordful Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; its toward the bottom... but you are welcome to read the whole post if you want... For Free!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;soooooooo &lt;/span&gt;frustrated right this second.  Here I am watching American Idol on the dvr (which I was totally unmoved by tonight), eating a redvine, relaxing and reading some blogs when my dog runs to the door and grumbles.  I let her out and she bolts out the door and across the grass barking vigorously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not unusual since we have a wide variety of night time critters who frequent our property.  I walk out onto the patio to breathe in some fresh night air and to make sure the dog is not being eaten when I see it.  Or, actually DON'T see it.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; IT &lt;/span&gt;being the fuchsias I just bought for a planter in my yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my best Charlie Brown voice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AAAAARRRRRGGGGG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;STUPID RATS WITH HOOVES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you don't know what those are, I am referring to DEER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;LOATHE &lt;/span&gt;them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell my kids I said "stupid"  they don't need to know Mommy is a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those nasty deer ATE my beautiful fuchsias that I was going to plant today but didn't get around to.  Right off the patio table.  They ate them... down to the base... every bloom... GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWWWWAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you ever visit us here at our Humble Hillside Academy you will know why every flower bed and planter in our yard is covered in chicken wire and the ones that aren't are full of nubs :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;watch this&lt;/span&gt;...  I am going to segue to a completely different subject so smoothly that you'll wonder why I am not an anchor on one of those cheesy local cable news shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what exactly kept me from planting my precious flowers today?  Well, it was the small matter of an interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HuH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may remember that I was looking for an evening job a while back.  I put out about 10-12 applications and had really given up on hearing anything back.  My dream job at the Salvation Army just wasn't panning out (they are confused).  However, last night I got a call from the manager at Round Table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my dream job but it would be grocery money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview went really well and he said I was exactly what they were looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OooooooKay.  :-/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to pick up some paperwork on thursday and I'm not sure when my exact start date is but I am hired.  Please trust me when I say that despite any outward appearances this decision was bathed in prayer and is an answer to them.   Any extra prayers, though, are appreciated.  This whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mommy has a job &lt;/span&gt;thing is on a trial basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/2009/05/wordful-wednesday-happy-mothers-day.html"&gt;Wordful Wednesday.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy, James, is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such a boy&lt;/span&gt;.  Dirty, smelly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;loud&lt;/span&gt;, ACTIVE, always a bug &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somewhere &lt;/span&gt;on his person, picking, scabby, and emitting noises, are some of his more ...ahem... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;charming&lt;/span&gt; qualities.  James makes me realize that God only gave me one boy for a reason.  Nonetheless, he is my boy, my little man, the man I would marry if I wasn't already married to his dad.  (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ok that sounds weird here, but when I say it to him he beams&lt;/span&gt;).  He has a sensitive side.  We cuddle at bedtime while I rub his back and sing his song and he is still and quiet.  He always wants an extra hug and kiss for later whenever I go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SgFRdkPs3_I/AAAAAAAABZ4/jSMvsidCuV4/s1600-h/dandelions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SgFRdkPs3_I/AAAAAAAABZ4/jSMvsidCuV4/s400/dandelions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332633002170966002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He loves his Mommy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to him, these flowers are not a menace.  They are worth a million bucks because they were picked specially for me.  To a boy, a flower is a flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks Buddy, you made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-4489356217566838856?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/4489356217566838856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=4489356217566838856&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/4489356217566838856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/4489356217566838856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/05/rrrraraaaaagggggghhhhhhh.html' title='RRRRARAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SgFRdkPs3_I/AAAAAAAABZ4/jSMvsidCuV4/s72-c/dandelions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-8614913931274336888</id><published>2009-04-26T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:22:21.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365~April 19th-25th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SfVFbBpY0eI/AAAAAAAABYI/8Ry7oPIe41A/s1600-h/Garfield.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SfVFbBpY0eI/AAAAAAAABYI/8Ry7oPIe41A/s400/Garfield.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329242064663663074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days.  Not in a totally bad way but my rhythm was just off.  The kids were antsy at church, the better part of the afternoon was spent in a tearful battle of the wills, little disobediences kept me reeling and questioning my parenting skills... or lack of them, and we finished the night completely over stimulated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. am. exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as I write, the kids are in bed, My Love is asleep, the house is clean... enough, and I am sitting right here to rest my aching feet and show you what happened LAST week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SfTrTmB6BvI/AAAAAAAABYA/XTiA9t9jPA0/s400/project365Logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329142980944725746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sunday, April 19th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marli calls out, "Yook Mommie, Kitties iz besfwend wit me, gittup an takkah pitture."  Which translated means, "Look Mommy, the kitty is best friends with me.  Take a picture."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SfTpiDVPTBI/AAAAAAAABXw/9O-afBO0WFc/s1600-h/4-19+Marli+and+Boogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SfTpiDVPTBI/AAAAAAAABXw/9O-afBO0WFc/s400/4-19+Marli+and+Boogs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329141030305352722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Monday, April 20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a jump in the temperature so at the very persistant begging from the kids I broke out the kiddie pool, hose and bathing suits.  The best thing about it, besides the joyful laughter, was that we were able to skip baths because they became self-cleaning.  Now theres a concept!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Marli (the one in turcoise).  Ya think that water was a little cold?  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SfTpiI0ymOI/AAAAAAAABXo/9mi_dJPErsU/s1600-h/4-20+pool+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SfTpiI0ymOI/AAAAAAAABXo/9mi_dJPErsU/s400/4-20+pool+time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329141031779866850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tuesday, April 21st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather held out for another day so we brought all the snakes out to catch some rays and stretch their... um... legs?  The gray one is Mocha,  the red one is... Red,  and the red one with white markings is Candy.  They DO NOT come when called.  :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SfTph0JtQuI/AAAAAAAABXg/Ekjr_Ts3XnY/s1600-h/4-21+snakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SfTph0JtQuI/AAAAAAAABXg/Ekjr_Ts3XnY/s400/4-21+snakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329141026230452962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Wednesday, April 22nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiah's ballet teacher is moving.  This was her last class :-(   We are not yet sure if Kiah will continue with another teacher.  I think she is ready to try something else.  Maybe piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SfTo0Yw0AeI/AAAAAAAABXY/fW18BgA_LAs/s1600-h/4-22+ballet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SfTo0Yw0AeI/AAAAAAAABXY/fW18BgA_LAs/s400/4-22+ballet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329140245784166882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Thursday, April 23rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Have no pictures for this day and I can't, for the life of me, remember anything from this day.  I'm thinkin' alien abduction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SfVcJNvoo4I/AAAAAAAABYQ/wwdIa2Mio_M/s1600-h/ufo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SfVcJNvoo4I/AAAAAAAABYQ/wwdIa2Mio_M/s400/ufo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329267047440884610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Friday, April 24th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiah's friend Elizabeth came to spend the night.  A humming bird followed her in the door.  I caught it after it bonked into a window.  It was sooooooooo tiny and delicate.  It felt like I was holding a rose petal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the kids got a chance to poke... er... pet it I took it outside and as soon as I opened my hand it flew up and away with a loud hum.  One of the best moments of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SfTo0LEliTI/AAAAAAAABXI/Uqv76aURSeo/s1600-h/4-24+hummingbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SfTo0LEliTI/AAAAAAAABXI/Uqv76aURSeo/s400/4-24+hummingbird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329140242109008178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner the girls decorated  cupcakes.  And decorated and decorated and decorated and decorated.  Those poor cupcakes never had a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SfTo0fOOYBI/AAAAAAAABXQ/54sLpgoEZZU/s1600-h/4-24+cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SfTo0fOOYBI/AAAAAAAABXQ/54sLpgoEZZU/s400/4-24+cupcakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329140247518142482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, April 25th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls had a great time playing dress up and having a princess parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SfTo0Ba90qI/AAAAAAAABXA/WXmlDToOlLg/s1600-h/4-25+dressup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SfTo0Ba90qI/AAAAAAAABXA/WXmlDToOlLg/s400/4-25+dressup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329140239518519970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa came over for dinner (floating tacos, mmmmmmm) and cake and presants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy 59th Birthday Dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SfToz50H73I/AAAAAAAABW4/p6OI4DlFyQA/s1600-h/4-25+Grandpas+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SfToz50H73I/AAAAAAAABW4/p6OI4DlFyQA/s400/4-25+Grandpas+bday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329140237476556658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my week.  If you want to join in Project 365 hostessed by Sara over at Make Music From Your Heart or you want to read about others' weeks then click on the project button at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God Bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-8614913931274336888?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/8614913931274336888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=8614913931274336888&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/8614913931274336888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/8614913931274336888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365april-19th-25th.html' title='Project 365~April 19th-25th'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SfVFbBpY0eI/AAAAAAAABYI/8Ry7oPIe41A/s72-c/Garfield.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-6605639388579412980</id><published>2009-04-21T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:12:20.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giveaways!</title><content type='html'>So in my last post I was so overwhelmed by the excitement of sour cream/ cheddar cheese/ green onion biscuits that I forgot to mention a few giveaways going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First of all if you will check out &lt;a href="http://chunk-a-monk.blogspot.com/2009/04/giveaway.html?showComment=1240387140000#c936423517861955246"&gt;Chunk-a-Monks&lt;/a&gt; blog you will find an assortment of some of the cutest handmade goodies around. She can even match your current decore.  Now tell me that isn't so COOL!  She is giving away a birthday frame in honor of her adorable son's third birthday.  Go check it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Se7Qeke2LFI/AAAAAAAABWo/yhEm6CdeoQE/s1600-h/frame.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Se7Qeke2LFI/AAAAAAAABWo/yhEm6CdeoQE/s400/frame.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327424632833584210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't it so fun you can't stand it!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Over at &lt;a href="http://april-georgia.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-time-is-it-giveaway-time.html"&gt;Straight From the Heart &lt;/a&gt;she is doing a giveaway for a handmade necklace.  You even get to pick which design you would like to win.  The necklaces are sold on Etsy and come in tons of different styles and they are CUTE!  Perfect for accenting your Spring/Summer wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Se7QecrkTvI/AAAAAAAABWg/zqxHNV6yJGs/s1600-h/necklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Se7QecrkTvI/AAAAAAAABWg/zqxHNV6yJGs/s400/necklace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327424630739455730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Se7QqEdgivI/AAAAAAAABWw/TQotZXGsS2o/s1600-h/necklace2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Se7QqEdgivI/AAAAAAAABWw/TQotZXGsS2o/s400/necklace2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327424830396467954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is my fave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Keep an eye on Adult Deprived because I am approaching my 200th post and will be doing a giveaway to celebrate the occasion. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Fun&lt;/span&gt;! Fun! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am slacking when it comes to my Wednesday Triple Threats.  I feel one brewing... be patient.  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-6605639388579412980?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/6605639388579412980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=6605639388579412980&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/6605639388579412980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/6605639388579412980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/04/giveaways.html' title='Giveaways!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Se7Qeke2LFI/AAAAAAAABWo/yhEm6CdeoQE/s72-c/frame.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-987628069494976169</id><published>2009-04-20T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:00:11.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here a Biscuit, There a Biscuit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You mean to tell me that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;you way more savvy than me in the kitchen women out there&lt;/span&gt; don't have fabulous homemade biscuit recipes of your own!?!  So you must beg and plead and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;threaten me with bodily harm &lt;/span&gt;to get my made up by accident recipe for sour cream/cheddar/ green onion drop, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because I am to lazy to roll and cut out,&lt;/span&gt; biscuits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;OK then...&lt;br /&gt;here ya go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First decide that you must do something with that 16 oz tub of sour cream that you forgot to take to church last week.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Buy a packet of green onion dip powder thinking that making the dip will encourage you to eat those baby carrots you bought the week before you were assigned the sour cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mix the dip... eat half... forget about the rest. (This may just be the most important step)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make a decision to do SOMETHING with that one pound block of sharp cheddar that you now have two of because you bought one on shopping day not realizing there was one already at home hiding in the back of the meat drawer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Run out of rice and try to think of some other starch to serve for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember the mass amounts of cheese in the fridge and the yummy cheese biscuits you ate at Red Lobster a few weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look up eight different recipes for cheese biscuits and realize that you are missing key ingredients for each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix in a large bowl&lt;br /&gt;4 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp baking POWDER&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp baking SODA&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 cup + shredded cheddar (+ because remember I had LOTS of cheese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, here the recipe calls for 1/4 cup of thinly sliced green onions and 2 cups of half and half, neither of which I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;*ding*   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the sound the light bulb in my head made as it turned on when I remembered the sour cream turned green onion dip hiding in the bottom drawer next to the remainder of the baby carrots.  But, is it still good?  I opened it.  No mold.  I sniffed... it smelled... well, like sour cream turned green onion dip.  We are all still alive so it must have been OK.  lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I added what must have been at least a cup of the dip and used nonfat milk to make the dough moist enough to stick together.  Then I dropped it in sloppy handfuls onto a pan.  I basted them with a healthy coating of melted BUTTER (um... these are not diet food) and put them in a 375* preheated oven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18-20 minutes later (or maybe longer cuz I sort of forgot about them, but then remembered them before it was too late) I pulled them out of the oven and they were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt;!  And they were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;!  The kids had two each and wanted more but I was afraid of tummy problems that may be cause by mass amounts of bread product containing questionable sour cream turned onion dip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So there you have it.&lt;br /&gt; My recipe for sour cream/ cheddar/ green onion biscuits.  Now aren't you sorry you asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-987628069494976169?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/987628069494976169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=987628069494976169&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/987628069494976169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/987628069494976169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-biscuit-there-biscuit.html' title='Here a Biscuit, There a Biscuit'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-6349918313569124397</id><published>2009-04-19T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:14:31.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365 ~ April 12th - 18th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you noticed?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe not... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am almost at 200 posts!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yippeeeeeeee!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking that maybe a giveaway is in order.  Do you remember&lt;a href="http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-100th-post-giveaway-extravaganza.html"&gt; the last one&lt;/a&gt;?  I will have to think of something extra fun for all my lovely blogger friends.  I'll take suggestions ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But for now its time for .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevH9Z5_ePI/AAAAAAAABUg/9maPGkMYsmg/s400/project365Logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326570842035812594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This project is so much fun and great for keeping track of where the time goes.  I can't wait until the year is done and I can gather the kids around ye ol' laptop so we can relive each moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;*GASP*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A New Year's Day tradition has just been born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sunday, April 12th &lt;/span&gt;was Easter of course.  Our church Crossway Fellowship had a lakeside service and then we had a BYOM buffet.  The weather was perfect.  A gorgeous day to spend outside in God's creation celebrating the ressurection of my savior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevH9l4d4KI/AAAAAAAABUo/YPcTGQfvEEU/s1600-h/4-12+Easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevH9l4d4KI/AAAAAAAABUo/YPcTGQfvEEU/s400/4-12+Easter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326570845250642082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had all the girls dressed alike and even James was wearing a suit but, before I could snap a family pic him and My Love ran off to the car to change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevH9gHHh2I/AAAAAAAABUw/aTBoZILa6XE/s1600-h/4-12+easter+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevH9gHHh2I/AAAAAAAABUw/aTBoZILa6XE/s400/4-12+easter+girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326570843701479266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here he is smiling ear to ear because of the great haul of goodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevH9wb6xYI/AAAAAAAABU4/nP5WfyRgzW8/s1600-h/4-12+easter+james.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevH9wb6xYI/AAAAAAAABU4/nP5WfyRgzW8/s400/4-12+easter+james.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326570848083690882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Monday, April 13th&lt;/span&gt; I made some cheddar/sour cream/ green onion drop biscuts to go with dinner.  There were 24 of them to start.  I guess every one liked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevH90qja8I/AAAAAAAABVA/V5xgguP54FU/s1600-h/4-13+cheese+biscuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevH90qja8I/AAAAAAAABVA/V5xgguP54FU/s400/4-13+cheese+biscuts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326570849218816962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tuesday, April 14th&lt;/span&gt; I used they eggs the kids had dyed to make egg salad sandwiches for Campus Life.  The eggs were still pretty even after they were peeled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevIInO9ygI/AAAAAAAABVI/DutKsNDbges/s1600-h/4-14+easter+eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevIInO9ygI/AAAAAAAABVI/DutKsNDbges/s400/4-14+easter+eggs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326571034592004610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevIItBNC5I/AAAAAAAABVQ/MgPzYiY1Ht4/s1600-h/4-14+eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevIItBNC5I/AAAAAAAABVQ/MgPzYiY1Ht4/s400/4-14+eggs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326571036144896914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Wednesday, April 15th&lt;/span&gt; there was a chill in the air that morning so I turned on the furnace to warm up the house.  I'm sure it is much more effective when the kids don't campout on the vents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevII-11tYI/AAAAAAAABVY/Y7rzuWL3UhA/s1600-h/4-15+heater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevII-11tYI/AAAAAAAABVY/Y7rzuWL3UhA/s400/4-15+heater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326571040929068418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;James was looking so toasty that Marli had to join him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevII9o3FsI/AAAAAAAABVg/xGHpKCsUkuo/s1600-h/4-15+heater+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevII9o3FsI/AAAAAAAABVg/xGHpKCsUkuo/s400/4-15+heater+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326571040606197442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Thursday, April 16th&lt;/span&gt; I notice that the kitties have actually ventured off of the bed to sit on the windowsill to watch the hummingbirds zip about the feeder.  They can drem can't they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevIJG7C_SI/AAAAAAAABVo/CPBbAcsUjBA/s1600-h/4-16+boogie+birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevIJG7C_SI/AAAAAAAABVo/CPBbAcsUjBA/s400/4-16+boogie+birds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326571043098393890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Friday, April 17th&lt;/span&gt; we see lizzards everywhere.  Eden caught the baby alligator lizzard all by herself.  James caught a big, fat, dark blue belly and Kiah found herself a lighter one of the same size.  We let them go of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevITjBhvQI/AAAAAAAABVw/LLivGAlN9AA/s1600-h/4-17+bluebellies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevITjBhvQI/AAAAAAAABVw/LLivGAlN9AA/s400/4-17+bluebellies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326571222440459522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Saturday, April 18th&lt;/span&gt; My Love had an event to attend at a local park and wanted the whole family to go.  I was skeptical due to the fact that it was during naptime but packed everyone up anyway.  I was totally unprepared for water play but that is the only thing the kids wanted to do and despite my screaming repeatedly to NOT GET THEIR CLOTHES WET every single one of them ended up soaked.  Such is life.  :-p  I hopped out of the car on the way home to get a pic of the spillway where we spent the majority of our time at that park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevIUAdf-TI/AAAAAAAABWI/2vsJbrKfFao/s1600-h/4-18+spillway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevIUAdf-TI/AAAAAAAABWI/2vsJbrKfFao/s400/4-18+spillway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326571230342412594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevITmRZcjI/AAAAAAAABV4/p-pfFInGB5U/s1600-h/4-18+creek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevITmRZcjI/AAAAAAAABV4/p-pfFInGB5U/s400/4-18+creek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326571223312331314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the way home Eden and Marli drifted off but kiah and James were still raring to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevIZDUthrI/AAAAAAAABWY/_CMk1RQhMdY/s1600-h/4-18+sleepy+Mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevIZDUthrI/AAAAAAAABWY/_CMk1RQhMdY/s400/4-18+sleepy+Mar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326571317010204338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevIUHdftvI/AAAAAAAABWQ/niUB5LxDV5s/s1600-h/4-18sleepy+E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevIUHdftvI/AAAAAAAABWQ/niUB5LxDV5s/s400/4-18sleepy+E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326571232221443826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevIT3nYMpI/AAAAAAAABWA/AoMyyAyIqBs/s1600-h/4-18+k+%26+J+awake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevIT3nYMpI/AAAAAAAABWA/AoMyyAyIqBs/s400/4-18+k+%26+J+awake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326571227967926930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you for Visiting my week in review.  As I read yours I say a prayer for you and I hope that you do the same for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-6349918313569124397?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/6349918313569124397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=6349918313569124397&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/6349918313569124397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/6349918313569124397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365-april-12th-18th.html' title='Project 365 ~ April 12th - 18th'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SevH9Z5_ePI/AAAAAAAABUg/9maPGkMYsmg/s72-c/project365Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-1625955841983444915</id><published>2009-04-18T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T02:42:56.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged... Sort Of</title><content type='html'>So &lt;a href="http://beckyjomama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beckyjomama  at Sweet Abundance&lt;/a&gt; was tagged with this meme then decided to pass it on to whoever would have it.  Since I have been a dry well of late I decided give it a whirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8 Things I am Looking Forward To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heaven (maybe even before the next mortgage payment is due)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My kids finding something they are passionate about (that doesn't involve cartoon characters)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spring planting and working out in the yard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Losing weight (as soon as I start trying).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family Camp.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My birthday (selfish, I know).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Garage sales... having one and going to them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The day my kids do their own laundry, make their own lunch, wash their own hair, wipe their own... um... I'm sure you get the picture.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8 Things I Did Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Read blogs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Homeschooled the kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went for a walk... aka, newt hunt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took a drive just to get out of the house, not necessarily to get out of the car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vacuumed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched Sesame Street ( I know you are so jealous of my life).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched my birds flit about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You would think that "did devotion/Bible reading/Bible study/prayer time" would be a given on this list but looking back I don't recall doing my own... just with the kids.  Naughty Mommy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8 Things I wish I could Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play the piano.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance less like Elaine Benes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get paid for writing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have more time to write here and in general.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay in bed for a week... I'm just tired :-p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a job and help out with the bills.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grow three more inches... heck lets make it four.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have the house to myself for an entire day *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8 Shows I Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;American Idol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Office&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Americas Next Top Model&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food Network Challenge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iron Chef&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seinfeld&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any nature/animal documentary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whatever is on PBS between 8:00 am and 1:30 pm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8 People I Tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ever &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Done &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C'mon, you know you want to.&lt;/span&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/26292356-1625955841983444915?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/1625955841983444915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=1625955841983444915&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/1625955841983444915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/1625955841983444915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged-sort-of.html' title='Tagged... Sort Of'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-6812784113473416439</id><published>2009-04-11T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:53:17.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365~April 5th-11th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeExyFmxALI/AAAAAAAABUY/CRtylDznWfI/s1600-h/happy-easter.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeExyFmxALI/AAAAAAAABUY/CRtylDznWfI/s400/happy-easter.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323590971096629426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved to Death&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;King of all kings, Lord from on high,&lt;br /&gt;He became common but for to die.&lt;br /&gt;He rode in a king then was sold for slaves cost.&lt;br /&gt;He gave up His glory that I not be lost.&lt;br /&gt;Betrayed, accused, beaten and shamed,&lt;br /&gt;For the sins of man this king would be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;His body was broken His blood was shed,&lt;br /&gt;A crown of scorns placed on his head.&lt;br /&gt;“Forgive them Father they know not what they do.”&lt;br /&gt;He was speaking of me, was He also of you?&lt;br /&gt;For with each sin I pierced His hand.&lt;br /&gt;But before His Father blameless I’ll stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death could not keep Him, he rose from His grave.&lt;br /&gt;As He told His disciples, He came to save.&lt;br /&gt;Now ascended to reign on high,&lt;br /&gt;He is my advocate in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Also, within me, a still small voice.&lt;br /&gt;Not by my doing, it was His choice.&lt;br /&gt;To save a wretch so wicked and lame,&lt;br /&gt;But now in God’s eyes we are one in the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, my Brother, for enduring that day.&lt;br /&gt;For dying that in my heart you might stay.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, my Savior, for rising up,&lt;br /&gt;For praying for me and drinking that cup.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, my friend, for dwelling in me&lt;br /&gt;And causing this one, so blinded, to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;By Becky(me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEs7AAQQ1I/AAAAAAAABUI/PyVmS78Myhg/s400/project365Logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323585626653606738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, April 5th&lt;/span&gt; is clash night at Awanas.  Kiah and I put together the perfect outfit... very clashy don't ya think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEnxdYXpFI/AAAAAAAABSg/MW12z5iaMvI/s1600-h/4-5+clashin+kiah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEnxdYXpFI/AAAAAAAABSg/MW12z5iaMvI/s400/4-5+clashin+kiah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323579965182551122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, April 6th &lt;/span&gt;I sent Eden and James out to the yard to burn off some energy which turned into a sword fight over some unclaimed territory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEnxmKSBtI/AAAAAAAABSo/_T3b6ddZ9Cg/s1600-h/4-6+sword+fights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEnxmKSBtI/AAAAAAAABSo/_T3b6ddZ9Cg/s400/4-6+sword+fights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323579967539381970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tuesday, April 7th&lt;/span&gt; there was no Campus Life due to Spring break so I used the spare time to fill my bird feeders.  It didn't take long for the goldfinches and siskins to find them.  The nuthatches, juncos and chickadees soon joined them.  Later this this week I had house finches and even grossbeaks.  I can sit and watch my birds for hours.  Of course that never happens... its usually two minutes here... thirty seconds there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEnxigIUmI/AAAAAAAABSw/9jumxZPtz5c/s1600-h/4-7+birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEnxigIUmI/AAAAAAAABSw/9jumxZPtz5c/s400/4-7+birds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323579966557278818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, April 8th&lt;/span&gt; is ballet day.  Kiah looks like a little pink Easter egg ready to hatch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEnx3Y8E9I/AAAAAAAABS4/hvxDagtFlfE/s1600-h/4-8+ballet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEnx3Y8E9I/AAAAAAAABS4/hvxDagtFlfE/s400/4-8+ballet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323579972164260818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Thursday, April 9th&lt;/span&gt; Marli is developing some interesting quirks.  One of them is that directly after our daily walk or anytime she has had her shoes on for a bit she has a need to check for foreign objects in between each toe.  If you listen closely you can hear her say as she spreads them apart, "nope, nope, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ew&lt;/span&gt;, nope, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ew&lt;/span&gt;, nope, nope. nope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEnx5RHwII/AAAAAAAABTA/WIPpQyrIoio/s1600-h/4-9+marli+picks+toes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEnx5RHwII/AAAAAAAABTA/WIPpQyrIoio/s400/4-9+marli+picks+toes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323579972668342402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, April 10th &lt;/span&gt;Uncle Gary is treated to a home cooked meal and a brownie cake for his birthday. We all gathered around to sing and watch him blow out the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEpEzK39WI/AAAAAAAABTI/lscCgYsK0Es/s1600-h/4-10+uncle+gary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEpEzK39WI/AAAAAAAABTI/lscCgYsK0Es/s400/4-10+uncle+gary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323581396960671074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, April 11th &lt;/span&gt;we take the kids to the local miniature golf course which is hosting a free egg hunt.  FREE!  Even though it was super crowded we all had a blast gathering eggs and playing games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEpFC4_g5I/AAAAAAAABTQ/wrCWjrUymeo/s1600-h/4-11+bunny+plot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEpFC4_g5I/AAAAAAAABTQ/wrCWjrUymeo/s400/4-11+bunny+plot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323581401180636050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Marli tries her hand at a bean bag throw and the ring toss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEpFblSgtI/AAAAAAAABTg/oOmCRwD7NsM/s1600-h/4-11+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEpFblSgtI/AAAAAAAABTg/oOmCRwD7NsM/s400/4-11+game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323581407808881362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEpuXoFJQI/AAAAAAAABTw/Yu4u9lDt8hA/s1600-h/4-11+ring+toss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEpuXoFJQI/AAAAAAAABTw/Yu4u9lDt8hA/s400/4-11+ring+toss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323582111121483010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;James and Eden search for the perfect egg. Preferably one stuffed with candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEpFRlG9AI/AAAAAAAABTY/KiiVMArtGDY/s1600-h/4-11+egg+hunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEpFRlG9AI/AAAAAAAABTY/KiiVMArtGDY/s400/4-11+egg+hunt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323581405123769346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kiah finds a furry friend.  She has been wanting her own pet bunny for a couple of years.  I set my foot down and told her when she was eight.  That will be this December! EEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEpFjhVeuI/AAAAAAAABTo/uHvVL_dSlW4/s1600-h/4-11+kiah+bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEpFjhVeuI/AAAAAAAABTo/uHvVL_dSlW4/s400/4-11+kiah+bunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323581409939782370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;James wants a lizard.  Um... Buddy... lets find one a little smaller OK.  Seriously, this lizard was as big as my arm but he was very nice, and so handsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEs7If-zvI/AAAAAAAABUA/Zl3mw2BSdzg/s1600-h/4-11+james+lizzard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEs7If-zvI/AAAAAAAABUA/Zl3mw2BSdzg/s400/4-11+james+lizzard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323585628934164210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before we left the kids wanted to watch the go carts.  Poor Marli didn't like it though... see her fingers in her ears?  lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEpuoxa86I/AAAAAAAABT4/dpyVu26lAz4/s1600-h/4-11race+cars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeEpuoxa86I/AAAAAAAABT4/dpyVu26lAz4/s400/4-11race+cars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323582115724063650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I hope and pray that all of my bloggy friends&lt;br /&gt;have had a truly blessed&lt;br /&gt;Resurrection Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeExyKYaX5I/AAAAAAAABUQ/R9vcd6dPmaU/s1600-h/EASTER-HE-IS-RISEN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeExyKYaX5I/AAAAAAAABUQ/R9vcd6dPmaU/s400/EASTER-HE-IS-RISEN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323590972378603410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He has risen INDEED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/26292356-6812784113473416439?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/6812784113473416439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=6812784113473416439&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/6812784113473416439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/6812784113473416439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365april-5th-11th.html' title='Project 365~April 5th-11th'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SeExyFmxALI/AAAAAAAABUY/CRtylDznWfI/s72-c/happy-easter.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-607818985383971216</id><published>2009-04-05T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T00:29:53.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365 ~ March 22nd - April 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow, where have I been?  I just can't seem to get back into the blog thing... I want to.  I almost need to just so I can keep track of myself.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did manage to scrape together my pics for this weeks and last weeks Project 365, albeit a day or so late.  At least we aren't being graded.  Yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365-week-14.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdkuQjI5glI/AAAAAAAABR8/hcSVp9GQtY8/s400/project365Logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321335296560300626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sunday, March 22nd&lt;/span&gt; occasionally the cats get to looking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too &lt;/span&gt;comfortable, which makes me loathe them.  I know they do it on purpose... they wait till I am at my breaking point with the kids to look the most serene... then to top it off they give a nice stretch, let out a little squeak, change positions and fall right back to sleep.  Naughty, boastful, felines.  As my revenge I snap photos of them while they are sleeping until the noise of the camera or the flash wakes them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdkrFrFrLkI/AAAAAAAABP0/PIWbEy7sdmQ/s1600-h/3-22+Boogs+sleeps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdkrFrFrLkI/AAAAAAAABP0/PIWbEy7sdmQ/s400/3-22+Boogs+sleeps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321331811180817986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If that doesn't work I give them a good poke. &lt;br /&gt;Then I usually get a glare like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdkrF7_q4MI/AAAAAAAABP8/_bM-D4F839A/s1600-h/3-22+boogs+wakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdkrF7_q4MI/AAAAAAAABP8/_bM-D4F839A/s400/3-22+boogs+wakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321331815719035074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Monday, March 23rd&lt;/span&gt; some flowers wait inside my bathroom for the threat of freezing overnight temps to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdksT0JMxfI/AAAAAAAABQ0/5NMDAIqCvdw/s1600-h/3-29+waiting+flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdksT0JMxfI/AAAAAAAABQ0/5NMDAIqCvdw/s400/3-29+waiting+flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321333153641317874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tuesday, March 24th &lt;/span&gt;James insists that he take his bike on our walk despite my best efforts to convince him otherwise.  Those training wheels just aren't made for gravel roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdkrGbZ07BI/AAAAAAAABQM/U4BgUdm63eY/s1600-h/3-24+James+on+bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdkrGbZ07BI/AAAAAAAABQM/U4BgUdm63eY/s400/3-24+James+on+bike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321331824150244370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Wednesday, March 25th &lt;/span&gt;Its barely halfway through the day when the counter is covered with bandaid wrappers.  A true sign that warmer weather is here to stay is the constant scrapes upon small knees and elbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdkrGsaTTwI/AAAAAAAABQU/MH4CXLUxJKU/s1600-h/3-25+bandaids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdkrGsaTTwI/AAAAAAAABQU/MH4CXLUxJKU/s400/3-25+bandaids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321331828715638530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Thursday, March 26th&lt;/span&gt; Eden enjoys part of her lunch in true kid style.  Come on,  is there anyone out there who hasn't done this as a kid at least once?  I still do, but its not as fun cuz my fingers are too big now and the olives split. Oh, to be a kid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdksTgqwb1I/AAAAAAAABQc/5snxZ4qwTmc/s1600-h/3-26+Eden+eats+olives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdksTgqwb1I/AAAAAAAABQc/5snxZ4qwTmc/s400/3-26+Eden+eats+olives.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321333148413357906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Friday, March 27th&lt;/span&gt; one must always be cautious when telling a four year old to pick out their own outfit for the day.  Here we see Eden sporting a leopard print bathing suit, a purple pair of corduroy overalls, and a mesh cover up for lounging by the pool.  If we didn't have to go anywhere and it was a little warmer then I would have let her stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdksT2LnXUI/AAAAAAAABQk/I3pJEEmhEV4/s1600-h/3-27Edens+outfit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdksT2LnXUI/AAAAAAAABQk/I3pJEEmhEV4/s400/3-27Edens+outfit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321333154188320066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Saturday, March 28th&lt;/span&gt; must have been a good day since there were big smiles all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdksT4KypXI/AAAAAAAABQs/GVmM4s_397U/s1600-h/3-28+Marli+big+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdksT4KypXI/AAAAAAAABQs/GVmM4s_397U/s400/3-28+Marli+big+smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321333154721736050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sunday, March 29th&lt;/span&gt; my plants emerge from the bathroom to find sunshine and a place to call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdkrGG9MfhI/AAAAAAAABQE/XK9M34MTeco/s1600-h/3-23+plants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdkrGG9MfhI/AAAAAAAABQE/XK9M34MTeco/s400/3-23+plants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321331818661445138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Monday, March 30th &lt;/span&gt;we plant our own strawberry patch.  Each Monday the kids must observe the plants and draw a picture of what they find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sdr6g5wn-HI/AAAAAAAABSE/7W_gLo4DZAQ/s1600-h/3-30+Kiah+waters+strawberries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sdr6g5wn-HI/AAAAAAAABSE/7W_gLo4DZAQ/s400/3-30+Kiah+waters+strawberries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321841352859187314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tuesday, March 31st &lt;/span&gt;was a super busy day.  I finished making the snacks for Campus Life and organized the last minute touches for the Easter egg hunt.  I stuffed almost 250 eggs!  By the end of the day I was exhausted. After I got home at the end of the evening I found this on our bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sdktk45ooLI/AAAAAAAABRE/ggDjVokd5Bo/s1600-h/3-31+Daff+sleeps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sdktk45ooLI/AAAAAAAABRE/ggDjVokd5Bo/s400/3-31+Daff+sleeps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321334546487615666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POKE!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hehhehheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdktlJqImRI/AAAAAAAABRM/lWJxxLZ1JnQ/s1600-h/3-31+daff+wakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdktlJqImRI/AAAAAAAABRM/lWJxxLZ1JnQ/s400/3-31+daff+wakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321334550986004754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Wednesday, April 1st&lt;/span&gt; we don't do April Fools Day.  I just never got into it and haven't taught my kids about it...yet.   What we did do since Kiah and James were with us for the Campus Life egg hunt I had them do one for Eden and Marli.  They were very good egg hiders and egg finders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdktlX60HII/AAAAAAAABRc/dzoU3IbgGQc/s1600-h/4-1+egghunt+marli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdktlX60HII/AAAAAAAABRc/dzoU3IbgGQc/s400/4-1+egghunt+marli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321334554814061698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sdktlbi6ROI/AAAAAAAABRU/oPFJrRpVPSc/s1600-h/4-1+egghunt+eden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sdktlbi6ROI/AAAAAAAABRU/oPFJrRpVPSc/s400/4-1+egghunt+eden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321334555787543778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Thursday, April 2nd &lt;/span&gt;when Marli falls too far behind on our walks I turn around and yell, "ON YOUR MARKS, GET SET, GO!"  Then she runs as fast as she can to catch up.  She actually goes pretty fast for a two year old... see the wind in her hair.  :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdktldwjRSI/AAAAAAAABRk/dF6jBhFEn8U/s1600-h/4-2+Marli+runs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdktldwjRSI/AAAAAAAABRk/dF6jBhFEn8U/s400/4-2+Marli+runs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321334556381627682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Friday, April 3rd &lt;/span&gt;I planted some oriental poppies and despite my best protective efforts every bud is plucked by the kiddles before I could threaten their very lives if they touched them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure more are on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdkuQQA5usI/AAAAAAAABRs/Y6gdi8w5jno/s1600-h/4-3+poppies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdkuQQA5usI/AAAAAAAABRs/Y6gdi8w5jno/s400/4-3+poppies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321335291426486978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Saturday, April 4th&lt;/span&gt; is our 11th wedding anniversary.  We went to see Coroline which was very dark, and not at all what I expected.  Then we went to Red Lobster for a truely wonderful dinner.  Our last stop was at IKEA which left both of us underwhelmed.  The prices were great and the designs were nice but it just wasn't our style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before we left for our date I had to get it my fix of Insaniqurium.  What is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;you ask?  Its a computer game that crept over here from my mother's house. You must protect your guppies from aliens as you advance through increasingly challenging levels... um... its sort of addicting... er... like ... uh... blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdkuQen-gaI/AAAAAAAABR0/tYiaCxYgCHY/s1600-h/4-4+insanaquarium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdkuQen-gaI/AAAAAAAABR0/tYiaCxYgCHY/s400/4-4+insanaquarium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321335295348474274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-607818985383971216?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/607818985383971216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=607818985383971216&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/607818985383971216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/607818985383971216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365-march-22nd-april-4th.html' title='Project 365 ~ March 22nd - April 4th'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SdkuQjI5glI/AAAAAAAABR8/hcSVp9GQtY8/s72-c/project365Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-2913386209624660684</id><published>2009-04-03T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T02:10:30.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, So Maybe...</title><content type='html'>...just maybe, I meant I was taking a two week blogcation.  The first week went by so fast I honestly didn't know the next had started.  I did get a few things done but not as much as I had wished.  I DID get to bed at a decent hour one or two of those nights (this one is NOT one of them). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Kiah woke me at 1+ or - AM to tell me she "hiccuped"*  all over Marli's bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In our house hiccup = puke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk into the girls room to find Marli in an utter state of panic yelling, "yook Yook Mommy yucky, YOOK!!!!"  I grabbed her comforter and threw it in the tub to be delt with later.  Then I wiped up all the remaining chunks with the lysol wipes and got Marli calmed down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did Kiah's hiccup end up on Marli's bed, you ask?  Kiah sleeps on the top bunk... nuff said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kiah was put on quarantine (spent the day in my room watching PBS and coloring) and I am praying that we don't get woken... waked... woked??? up the next three nights with the same, lovely situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you glad I'm back? :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else has been happening the last week and a half? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a girls day out and spent it shopping... but not necessarily buying.  I did pick up a copy of Bolt as an Easter gift for the kids and I went to Kohl's for the first time and was blown away by their styles in housewares and their prices.  I mean blown away in a good sense.  I lost myself in the clearance racks.  We even found a new kids oriented thrift store.  That alone made the trip worth it.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the trip and $ was spent on grocery stuff.  No big whoop but the fellowship was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some cleaning and laundry and carpet cleaning and organizing and, of course, schooling went on as well but looking around there is very little evidence of any of the afore mentioned activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week started out with my preparation for the annual Campus Life Easter Egg Hunt.  I stuffed about 250 little plastic eggs with candy and pennies.  The pennies all had a letter or number on them which represented a prize or a verse to be read about the Easter story.  Its great fun for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got some planting done.  I put in my daisies and allysum (sp?) and we started our own little strawberry patch.  There will be pictures on Sunday when I post two weeks worth of Project 365.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward, Saturday April 4th is my and My Love's 11th anniversary.  Eleven wonderful years and we are still loving all over each other and growing in the Lord together each day.  We have conned... er... asked my parents to watching the kids for the day so we can get out and actually have a conversation.  I think we may go see Coroline (finally), visit Ikea, eat at Red Lobster, and just hang out at WOWmart (thanks Linda).  Maybe I'll give you a run down after the fact, but for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-2913386209624660684?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/2913386209624660684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=2913386209624660684&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/2913386209624660684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/2913386209624660684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-so-maybe.html' title='OK, So Maybe...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-8067171879908123034</id><published>2009-03-22T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:33:49.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365~March 15-21</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhhh, my bloggy buddies.  After tonight I will be taking a break.  Not a long one, but just enough to catch up on the laundry, actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;write &lt;/span&gt;a few letters, and finish a few projects around the house.  I will return on Sunday the 29th with project 365 until then I won't be visiting, commenting, reading or writing blog style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be checking my email so if you have a prayer request or need to contact me you can do so that way.  Have a wonderful, blessed week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScX4rD4cVMI/AAAAAAAABOs/A0yLpr2FG88/s400/project365Logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315928353840846018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, March 15th &lt;/span&gt;"its not a mess, Mommy, its our nestesses."  Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScX4re69FvI/AAAAAAAABO0/FBWTNv20Ocg/s1600-h/3-15+nesting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScX4re69FvI/AAAAAAAABO0/FBWTNv20Ocg/s400/3-15+nesting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315928361099138802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, March 16th &lt;/span&gt;James decides to take his soccer ball on a walk... maybe he should have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;carried &lt;/span&gt;it down the big hill... RUN BOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScX4rpO0z1I/AAAAAAAABO8/ieqTaVMItbM/s1600-h/3-16soccer+walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScX4rpO0z1I/AAAAAAAABO8/ieqTaVMItbM/s400/3-16soccer+walk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315928363866836818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, March 17th&lt;/span&gt; click the shamrocks to see what we did on St. Patty's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/03/abc-wordful-and-watch-me-wednesday_18.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScX4r_u8GkI/AAAAAAAABPE/thgmmu9V5Us/s400/3-17+shamrock.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315928369907112514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, March 18th&lt;/span&gt; Grandma brings over a new puppy computer game.  There is no such thing as one at a time in this house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScX4r6CCFQI/AAAAAAAABPM/wL0zYm-tvQo/s1600-h/3-18puppy+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScX4r6CCFQI/AAAAAAAABPM/wL0zYm-tvQo/s400/3-18puppy+game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315928368376583426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, March 19th&lt;/span&gt; on laundry day all the clean socks go into a box to be sorted whenever I get to them, which often means half dumping the box to find a pair that match.  Booger takes the opportunity to find a pair of forty winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScX5e1hg1qI/AAAAAAAABPU/waVajDC3b74/s1600-h/3-19+booger+box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScX5e1hg1qI/AAAAAAAABPU/waVajDC3b74/s400/3-19+booger+box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315929243339773602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, March 20th&lt;/span&gt; I catch this scene while watching the kids through a window.  That is a tire at the top of the slide. Can you see what they have set up?  That poor bicycle is in for it.  At least there isn't a kid on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScX5e4VT5oI/AAAAAAAABPc/R-nmponRj9s/s1600-h/3-20+tire+antics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScX5e4VT5oI/AAAAAAAABPc/R-nmponRj9s/s400/3-20+tire+antics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315929244093900418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, March 21st &lt;/span&gt;My Love takes the kids to the park so I can get some cleaning done but the vacuum just isn't working right.  I check the brush end and the canister end but all seems clear... until I try to use the hose.  I notice a stretched out area but can't get the bulge to budge.  I snip then *GASP*.  Who knows how long that has been building up... after I got it all out I thought it looked kind of like a Klingon pet of some sort... or perhaps a delicacy :-p   I taped the hose up and the vacuum works like a charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScX5fLh5i2I/AAAAAAAABPs/WXshr6DEvAI/s1600-h/3-21vacuum+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScX5fLh5i2I/AAAAAAAABPs/WXshr6DEvAI/s400/3-21vacuum+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315929249246972770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScX5fGptaaI/AAAAAAAABPk/6xvdGX9BfmI/s1600-h/3-21vacuum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScX5fGptaaI/AAAAAAAABPk/6xvdGX9BfmI/s400/3-21vacuum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315929247937554850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;See you next Sunday!&lt;/span&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/26292356-8067171879908123034?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/8067171879908123034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=8067171879908123034&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/8067171879908123034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/8067171879908123034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365march-15-21.html' title='Project 365~March 15-21'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScX4rD4cVMI/AAAAAAAABOs/A0yLpr2FG88/s72-c/project365Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-2105777896117485777</id><published>2009-03-18T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:57:11.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC, Wordful, and Watch Me Wednesday ~ A Triple Threat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://abcwednesdayround3.blogspot.com/"&gt;ABC Wednesday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is the letter&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScCd6AvxxaI/AAAAAAAABN8/cV4UIO3igIg/s1600-h/March.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScCd6AvxxaI/AAAAAAAABN8/cV4UIO3igIg/s400/March.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314421180255552930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;des of March&lt;br /&gt;and all things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;rish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like shamrocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James rolled the dough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScCfPQwF4TI/AAAAAAAABOU/OxTjStldflc/s1600-h/March3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScCfPQwF4TI/AAAAAAAABOU/OxTjStldflc/s400/March3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314422644840718642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eden cut the cookies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScCfPgfqyxI/AAAAAAAABOc/XWj6-bFNpvo/s1600-h/March4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScCfPgfqyxI/AAAAAAAABOc/XWj6-bFNpvo/s400/March4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314422649066801938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kiah decorated them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScCd6dfVJoI/AAAAAAAABOM/UEKDKKOVDYY/s1600-h/March2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScCd6dfVJoI/AAAAAAAABOM/UEKDKKOVDYY/s400/March2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314421187971196546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And Marli ate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScCd6KoZLsI/AAAAAAAABOE/jm1pKpcjFe0/s1600-h/March1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScCd6KoZLsI/AAAAAAAABOE/jm1pKpcjFe0/s400/March1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314421182908935874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wordful Wednesday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScCfPnBMLNI/AAAAAAAABOk/QxcmRFwhS0Q/s1600-h/March5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScCfPnBMLNI/AAAAAAAABOk/QxcmRFwhS0Q/s400/March5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314422650818014418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anytime&lt;/span&gt; I am in the kitchen &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;the kids &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;want to help&lt;/span&gt;.  Usually I can find &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;something &lt;/span&gt;for them to do... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;other times its much more effective to shoo them all out&lt;/span&gt; so I can just get us all fed and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;get on with our day&lt;/span&gt;.  Today it seemed that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;James &lt;/span&gt;was the only one interested in turning our egg salad green.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Especially after I reassured him that it would taste exactly the same as the "yellow stuff"&lt;/span&gt;.  Of course lunch was followed by a reading of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Green Eggs and Ham. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you Dr. Seuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Watch Me Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;HURRY!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone invent a way to bottle this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-282918c64444aff0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D282918c64444aff0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329898667%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DF951E4B3BFA32CD7C23FBBF46B0384619B00EC.7CD34EE69A3132D202D1A26B89046B764662368D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D282918c64444aff0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYsQ6rUI5yFcrrplSkBkbTi7RKUc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D282918c64444aff0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329898667%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DF951E4B3BFA32CD7C23FBBF46B0384619B00EC.7CD34EE69A3132D202D1A26B89046B764662368D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D282918c64444aff0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYsQ6rUI5yFcrrplSkBkbTi7RKUc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;energy &lt;/span&gt;that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a clip of James and Cooper from their visit in January doing what little boys do best.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where do they get all that energy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;They suck it out of their Mommies.&lt;/span&gt;  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Wednesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/26292356-2105777896117485777?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/2105777896117485777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=2105777896117485777&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/2105777896117485777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/2105777896117485777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/03/abc-wordful-and-watch-me-wednesday_18.html' title='ABC, Wordful, and Watch Me Wednesday ~ A Triple Threat'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/ScCd6AvxxaI/AAAAAAAABN8/cV4UIO3igIg/s72-c/March.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-8776364879451487712</id><published>2009-03-16T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:25:18.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Time Around Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No, I haven't heard from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Salvation Army&lt;/span&gt; yet.&lt;/span&gt;  I'll give it one more day then I will call to see &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;what is going on&lt;/span&gt; with my application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Becky factoid:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Its time you knew.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm addicted to thrift stores.&lt;/span&gt;  Well, to be honest, its not just thrift stores... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its garage sales, flea markets, any place I can find something I never even knew I couldn't live without for under a quarter.&lt;/span&gt;  I usually don't spend much... a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;trinket here&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a flower pot there.&lt;/span&gt;  Even all the kids' Christmas presents last year were second hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hmmmm... is that sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;, since about 90% of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everything &lt;/span&gt;we own was given to us or from a thrift store &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have decided&lt;/span&gt; to participate in ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://diane1876.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sb8_qyk8MdI/AAAAAAAABNk/-agJoxrwdTk/s400/Secondhand+Tues.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314036089684242898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite local events is the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Higgins Diggins Flea Market.&lt;/span&gt;  The Lions Club gathers the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;smelliest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vendors &lt;/span&gt;from around the county, puts them all in a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;big dusty field&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the midst of Summer,&lt;/span&gt; and supplies a few port-o-pottys.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is a lot of junk but the hunt is part of the fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, when I had just about had it with the dust and the scorching sun I spotted&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; it&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; A 20x24 framed scientific drawing of a dragon fly with roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Becky factoid:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I have a mild dragonfly fetish.  I say mild because they are here and there in my decor but not everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over to the framed art work and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as casually as possible&lt;/span&gt;, asked the price...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; $20&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought it was worth it but I can get extremely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whishy washy &lt;/span&gt;about stuff like this.  I looked at it... wondered around her booth, looked at it again, then smiled at the current owner, thanked her and began to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"I'll take fifteen on that picture."&lt;/span&gt; She called out.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*GASP*  I was too obvious! &lt;/span&gt; I turned back, "I'll think about it." &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I smiled.  FIFTEEN!&lt;/span&gt;  I really like it... but I don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;NEED &lt;/span&gt;it... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fifteen&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;golly&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Becky factoid:&lt;/span&gt;  It takes me forever to make a decision to spend anything over a dollar at secondhand venues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down the next isle &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pondering, whishing and washing,&lt;/span&gt; until I finally decided what to do.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went back to the booth with the picture and said,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I'll take it for ten." &lt;/span&gt; Please keep in mind that most of the vendors had started packing up, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the end was near&lt;/span&gt;.  "OK."  said the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;former &lt;/span&gt;owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPPEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid the lady, grabbed the picture and ran to my car before I changed my mind again.  Now it lives with me on the wall of our great room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... so the room is not that great... but the picture is. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sb9bn6wEWtI/AAAAAAAABNs/3goREc-Z6xo/s1600-h/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sb9bn6wEWtI/AAAAAAAABNs/3goREc-Z6xo/s400/pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314066826664368850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sb9bnzElRMI/AAAAAAAABN0/WhbSxD9ywX4/s1600-h/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sb9bnzElRMI/AAAAAAAABN0/WhbSxD9ywX4/s400/pic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314066824602928322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dragonfly print isn't the only thing having its second go around.  Lovely &lt;a href="http://momkaryn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karyn from Musings From Me &lt;/a&gt;has tagged me with this award...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it before but I'm all into being awarded... and its ovewhelmingly wonderful to be recognized for anything other than changing a doody diaper in 30 seconds flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you Karyn :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with this award I am to share 7 things I love.  I like how Karyn started hers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Besides my Lord, My Love and My kids 7 things I love are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peace and quiet or just the sound of the rain hitting the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bird watching, feeding birds on my property.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kitties.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cold pizza and icecream (no walnuts or pecans, puh-leeze).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crafting, making stuff with my hands, producing something I can be proud of.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping waaaaaaaaaay in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The coast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I am supposed to tag seven others...  if you haven't done this one yet I tag YOU!  Don't forget your reward.  Anyone who comes by here over and over again deserves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-8776364879451487712?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/8776364879451487712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=8776364879451487712&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/8776364879451487712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/8776364879451487712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/03/2nd-time-around-tuesday.html' title='2nd Time Around Tuesday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sb8_qyk8MdI/AAAAAAAABNk/-agJoxrwdTk/s72-c/Secondhand+Tues.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-4752951270603576825</id><published>2009-03-16T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:56:56.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://smilingsally.blogspot.com/2009/03/blue-monday-girl-with-lamb.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sb4POcI-uKI/AAAAAAAABNM/nyPDs6OObFI/s400/bluemonday.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313701351090206882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay for Monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue &lt;/span&gt;Monday, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ever since&lt;a href="http://smilingsally.blogspot.com/2009/03/blue-monday-girl-with-lamb.html"&gt; Kiah got her hair cut&lt;/a&gt; I have been wanting to get a flat iron. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; They are sort of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;pricey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;... at least for one that doesn't look like its going to fall apart.  For what I wanted it would have been around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;$20 bucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;.  That may not seem like an overwhelming amount but lets just keep in mind that this is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;anything but a necessity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;On my shopping trip on Friday I was perusing the treasure filled isles of The Goodwill when I saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sb4POTTistI/AAAAAAAABNU/MtprcpXcmX4/s1600-h/blue+iron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sb4POTTistI/AAAAAAAABNU/MtprcpXcmX4/s400/blue+iron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313701348718588626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I had never thought once to check &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;thrift stores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; for this item and guess what... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;it was only $3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND ITS BLUE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WOOOOO-HOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so easily amused.  :-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;I just love how it takes the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;frizz &lt;/span&gt;out of my hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; This pic was taken after my naturally, very wavy hair had been exposed to rainy wet weather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;frequently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;throughout the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sb4PO3TtodI/AAAAAAAABNc/-HmUi0yJcuU/s1600-h/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sb4PO3TtodI/AAAAAAAABNc/-HmUi0yJcuU/s400/hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313701358382981586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not to shabby huh?  Not one frizzle.&lt;br /&gt; I love it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;YAY &lt;/span&gt;for Monday... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BLUE &lt;/span&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;To get more of the blues click the blue jay button.&lt;/span&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/26292356-4752951270603576825?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/4752951270603576825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=4752951270603576825&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/4752951270603576825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/4752951270603576825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/03/blue-monday_16.html' title='Blue Monday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sb4POcI-uKI/AAAAAAAABNM/nyPDs6OObFI/s72-c/bluemonday.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-1706613793648082373</id><published>2009-03-14T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T03:01:19.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365~March 8-14</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So Saturday I marched right into that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Salvation Army&lt;/span&gt;, walked right up to the lady I knew I needed to speak to and said, "Who do I talk to about the help wanted sign in the window."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smirked, "Me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then directed me to the back to get an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;application&lt;/span&gt;.  I filled it out and handed it to her 10 minutes later.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Wow,"&lt;/span&gt; she said with eyebrows raised.  We discussed a few details then she told me she was going to fax it to headquarters with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;personal recommendation.&lt;/span&gt;  Then I said, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Wow."&lt;/span&gt;  I guess it pays to shop&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; Salvation Army&lt;/span&gt;...frequently ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; about those ads&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm not sure I will keep them around.  If I had 500 followers it might pay off but I just checked and after &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;two weeks&lt;/span&gt; I have made a whopping $0.87.   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah, nice, I know.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The kicker is you don't get paid anything until your account reaches $100.  Thats a lot of clicks.  If you feel inclined, click away,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but not yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...its time for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-week-10.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sbwv4DT1VgI/AAAAAAAABMM/QCLgJKW3DYk/s400/project365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313174300398016002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, March 8th&lt;/span&gt; home again with the girlies, Eden and Marli.  They weren't as sick as last week, actually Marli was fine but Eden had a slight fever.  We played ponies, playdoh, and started decorating for Easter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sby--fXkWeI/AAAAAAAABM8/SQDCBean2Mc/s1600-h/3-8decorations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sby--fXkWeI/AAAAAAAABM8/SQDCBean2Mc/s400/3-8decorations.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313331641171859938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, March 9th&lt;/span&gt; the date of the famous &lt;a href="http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/03/abc-wordful-and-watch-me-wednesday_10.html"&gt;phone book incident&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sby63LyWpYI/AAAAAAAABM0/-2cVhE6H11g/s1600-h/phonebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sby63LyWpYI/AAAAAAAABM0/-2cVhE6H11g/s400/phonebook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313327117609903490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, March 10th&lt;/span&gt; Kiah goes to Campus Life almost every week to spend time with one of her best friends, Haley. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sby62-GDIQI/AAAAAAAABMU/4oKr48w658g/s1600-h/3-9kiah%26haley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sby62-GDIQI/AAAAAAAABMU/4oKr48w658g/s400/3-9kiah%26haley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313327113934414082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, March 11th&lt;/span&gt; we spend part of the day at the park with one of James' friends from church.  We had lunch, played at the playground and fed some ducks...fun,fun,fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sby62z5kGNI/AAAAAAAABMc/a2kzpYiMDxs/s1600-h/3-11park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sby62z5kGNI/AAAAAAAABMc/a2kzpYiMDxs/s400/3-11park.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313327111197694162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, March 12th&lt;/span&gt; I was plain worn out and trying to catch up on school stuff after our day at the park with kids who are still adjusting to the time change.  My Love definately knows how to take the edge off Mommy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sby62xtbP-I/AAAAAAAABMk/me2_Pp7kigs/s1600-h/3-12flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sby62xtbP-I/AAAAAAAABMk/me2_Pp7kigs/s400/3-12flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313327110609911778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, March 13th&lt;/span&gt; I didn't take one pic, but you can read all about what I did &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-friday.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbzFlKzY_uI/AAAAAAAABNE/WNW1Tb2TpdI/s1600-h/button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbzFlKzY_uI/AAAAAAAABNE/WNW1Tb2TpdI/s400/button.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313338902736076514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, March 14th&lt;/span&gt; after applying for a job, running errands, visiting a sick friend, and a trip to the library, all with Kiah and James in tow, I am ready for some peace and quiet.  Coloring is quiet...lets color and color.  Kiah loves to color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sby63DqnU4I/AAAAAAAABMs/lSX2ZvwBmks/s1600-h/3-14color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sby63DqnU4I/AAAAAAAABMs/lSX2ZvwBmks/s400/3-14color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313327115429958530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Go click on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project 365 button&lt;/span&gt; up at the top to see more weeks in review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-1706613793648082373?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/1706613793648082373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=1706613793648082373&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/1706613793648082373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/1706613793648082373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365march-8-14.html' title='Project 365~March 8-14'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sbwv4DT1VgI/AAAAAAAABMM/QCLgJKW3DYk/s72-c/project365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-6309234090179616723</id><published>2009-03-14T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T03:03:58.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday is a sacred day to this Mommy.&lt;/span&gt;  Not only does it symbolize the start of a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meaning there will be an extra adult around during the next few days&lt;/span&gt;, but it also symbolizes a taste of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday is shopping day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many women I know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loathe &lt;/span&gt;the grocery shopping.  I just can't understand that.  It satisfies the deepest desire in me to go forth and gather goods to distribute among the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;masses&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masses = my four bottomless pits, My Love, and a ravenous horde at Campus Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now if I had to shop with all four kids in tow surely I would have some empathy for those who dislike this chore.&lt;/span&gt;  However, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I be spoilt&lt;/span&gt;.  My Love makes sure that Mommy gets out to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;squeeze peaches and ponder choice cuts of meat&lt;/span&gt; all on her lonesome.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is my one reprieve&lt;/span&gt;.  My me time.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I look forward to doing exactly what I want to do without having to constantly count heads or keep my ducks in a row. &lt;/span&gt; I have no desire to share this time chatting with my girlfriends or meeting someone for dinner... its my time...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt; just for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it terrible for me to protect this time with my very life?  Are there some of you out there who are thinking "why on Earth would she ever want to leave her children behind?"  Perhaps some of you do not understand my desire for solitude... and you know what?  That is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't need you to understand it in order to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; it immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Usually I start out by hitting the thrift stores.  I don't always find something but its the search that relaxes me.&lt;/span&gt;  I peruse the books for texts that may come in handy for school and I even have accumulated quite a collection of works that will last me through most of my retirement years... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;when I will actually have time to read them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally I find a real treasure amongst the junk of others.  I buy it with excitement in knowing that it did not cost me the MSRP of $14.99 but instead a mere fifty cents.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the thrift store hours have passed I move on to the drug and discount stores where the real work of shopping for six on a tight budget begins.  I also get around to any other miscellaneous businesses where I have errands to run.  Last on my list of stops is the grocery store.  I walk up and down every isle even if I know I don't need anything in it.  I'm just lookin'.  This is me time...I'll do what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Fridays adventures in solitude included &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dropping off applications&lt;/span&gt; to various businesses.  I did that first then paid homage to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Salvation Army.&lt;/span&gt;  Do you know what was on their window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELP WANTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of wanted to inquire... me working at a thrift store would be like a dream come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DON'T ROLL YOUR EYES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but I lost my train of thought somewhere between a pile of books and a stack of board games and forgot to get an application.  I had thought about it before, working there, but the hours didn't seem to fit my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I told My Love about the sign at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salvation Army&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  He seemed to think that if I could land a late afternoon/evening position 2-3  days a week that we could make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sbt8LcDuqmI/AAAAAAAABME/ErLmIN5FNrA/s1600-h/monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sbt8LcDuqmI/AAAAAAAABME/ErLmIN5FNrA/s400/monkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312976721365871202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm going in to get that job tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Saturday).  Please pray with me that the position/hours will match what I have available.  The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Salvation Army&lt;/span&gt; really is one place I wouldn't mind working.  I'm not looking to get rich, just pay for some ballet lessons and maybe some soccer for the boy. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; It's better than all the grease pits I applied at today... just no one else is hiring.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which (getting rich), if you haven't noticed already, I have placed some of those &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nifty ads&lt;/span&gt; onto my bloggypoo.  Right now they are in my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sidebar &lt;/span&gt;but they may move later on.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you have the time I would really appreciate a hearty 'click' on the ol' ad there. &lt;/span&gt; I'm not sure how it will pan out but ya never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for hearing me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-6309234090179616723?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/6309234090179616723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=6309234090179616723&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/6309234090179616723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/6309234090179616723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-friday.html' title='My Friday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sbt8LcDuqmI/AAAAAAAABME/ErLmIN5FNrA/s72-c/monkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-497963496335093686</id><published>2009-03-10T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T01:21:16.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC, Wordful, and Watch Me Wednesday ~ A Triple Threat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://abcwednesdayround3.blogspot.com/"&gt;ABC Wednesday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is the letter &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbdhU3_hdCI/AAAAAAAABLU/eRY18bGTc0k/s1600-h/H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbdhU3_hdCI/AAAAAAAABLU/eRY18bGTc0k/s400/H.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311821296762450978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbdhVERNZJI/AAAAAAAABLc/15n08wqc2Cc/s1600-h/H2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbdhVERNZJI/AAAAAAAABLc/15n08wqc2Cc/s400/H2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311821300057859218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbdhVOVOkPI/AAAAAAAABLk/bg2tG97QEKw/s1600-h/H3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbdhVOVOkPI/AAAAAAAABLk/bg2tG97QEKw/s400/H3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311821302759067890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbdhVezDT9I/AAAAAAAABLs/_B-qg6_8174/s1600-h/H4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbdhVezDT9I/AAAAAAAABLs/_B-qg6_8174/s400/H4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311821307179126738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;H &lt;/span&gt;is for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;amantaschen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of the staff of Campus Life called me this morning and made a request for this cookie. It is eaten during the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jewish holiday of &lt;a href="http://www.myjewishlearning.com/holidays/Jewish_Holidays/Purim/At_Home/Foods.shtml"&gt;Purim&lt;/a&gt; which celebrates the story of Ester. I found a recipe online which in retrospect I don't think is as traditional as the one printed on the back side of the label from the poppy seed filling.  The dough was good but if I ever make them again I will just use jam, fruit or chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/2009/03/wordful-wednesday-photoshop.html"&gt;Wordful Wednesday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How do you empty a mud puddle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First jump up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbdiFJEkrZI/AAAAAAAABL0/qa5cc6hyyas/s1600-h/Puddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbdiFJEkrZI/AAAAAAAABL0/qa5cc6hyyas/s400/Puddle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311822125980757394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbdiFF5B3fI/AAAAAAAABL8/Vd9bmuKgfWY/s1600-h/Puddle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbdiFF5B3fI/AAAAAAAABL8/Vd9bmuKgfWY/s400/Puddle2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311822125127032306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SPLASH DOWN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is near impossible to keep these kiddles of mine out of the puddles.  We go on a nature walk everyday, weather permitting, and I can't wait until the puddles are nothing more than than dusty divots in the road.  As I've said before, the puddles are fun for the first week, after that... Grrrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Watch Me Wednesday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;This video just cracks me up.  It was just one of those crazy late night moments.  James was still up and Daddy just happened to mention that he learned how to tear a phone book in half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nuh-uh."  I replied intelligently.  &lt;br /&gt;"Yuh-huh." he replied, equally as savvy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what got My Love to his feet was the fact that his own boy didn't believe it.  I always keep extra phonebooks around for just such an occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7d07670953d33c5a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7d07670953d33c5a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329898668%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4AB85EE82503D983C31A71AD19B7B44E14AE390.7A8459AB6C1F2210E15C5D338BDB4E562940877D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7d07670953d33c5a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrV3QFP2K6C-0TzYbRQRQMhooM4A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7d07670953d33c5a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329898668%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4AB85EE82503D983C31A71AD19B7B44E14AE390.7A8459AB6C1F2210E15C5D338BDB4E562940877D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7d07670953d33c5a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrV3QFP2K6C-0TzYbRQRQMhooM4A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are just crazy like that... yes, thats me singing the dramatic sountrack.  :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My appologies ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Wednesday!&lt;/span&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/26292356-497963496335093686?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7d07670953d33c5a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/497963496335093686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=497963496335093686&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/497963496335093686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/497963496335093686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/03/abc-wordful-and-watch-me-wednesday_10.html' title='ABC, Wordful, and Watch Me Wednesday ~ A Triple Threat'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbdhU3_hdCI/AAAAAAAABLU/eRY18bGTc0k/s72-c/H.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-7228894017988566775</id><published>2009-03-08T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:40:06.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Monday and Check This Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://smilingsally.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbTKm94iPgI/AAAAAAAABLE/oDc--GdggT0/s400/bluemonday.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311092631372185090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Blue Monday&lt;/span&gt; scroll on down but you might want to check this out first  ---  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Karen Deborah&lt;/span&gt; over at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://freshfixins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fresh Fixins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is doing a giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All she wants you to do is leave a comment and then tell as many as you can about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND YOU WILL WANT TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because &lt;/span&gt;the more peeps we can get to comment the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bigger &lt;/span&gt;the prize will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is the prize???  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only Karen knows &lt;/span&gt;but I am betting it will be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;whatever it turns out to be.  Its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;all for fun &lt;/span&gt;and that is what we are all here for, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And Karen Deborah is so much fun!  I love her honest and to the point posting style and her zany way of celebrating the coming of Spring and PEACHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go check out her blog and leave her some comment love and be entered into a super fun surprise giveaway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Blue Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;My Blue eyed boy in all shades of blue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbTKnIp4yEI/AAAAAAAABLM/gH_hxMpqr8g/s1600-h/Blue+james.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbTKnIp4yEI/AAAAAAAABLM/gH_hxMpqr8g/s400/Blue+james.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311092634263537730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;...even though his favorite color is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;.   SHH!  Don't tell the hostess, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO &lt;/span&gt;go get the blues by clicking the birdy button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/26292356-7228894017988566775?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/7228894017988566775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=7228894017988566775&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/7228894017988566775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/7228894017988566775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/03/blue-monday-and-check-this-out.html' title='Blue Monday and Check This Out!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbTKm94iPgI/AAAAAAAABLE/oDc--GdggT0/s72-c/bluemonday.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-3325037598662770620</id><published>2009-03-08T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T01:59:16.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365~March 1-7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;WHAT!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you Spring forward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-week-10.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbN_ZV2neXI/AAAAAAAABK0/RekAT9IQsKA/s400/project365Logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310728458939627890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, March 1st&lt;/span&gt; I skipped church to care for my two sickies.  Eden had a head cold and Marli had a fever but if you know anything about 2 and 4 year olds its that even when they are sick they never stop.  The video lasted all of 20 minutes before they were ready for something else.  Playdoh, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbN9A8VqFqI/AAAAAAAABJs/rAg6oT1bn2k/s1600-h/3-1playdoh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbN9A8VqFqI/AAAAAAAABJs/rAg6oT1bn2k/s400/3-1playdoh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310725840750384802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, March 2nd&lt;/span&gt; everyone was feeling a little better and good thing because Eden and Marli had an appointment with the pediatrician for well checks and vaccinations.  They are both fine and growing normally and the maladies were determined to be viral.  Poor Eden had four shots and a finger poke and did not even cry.  Did you hear what I said?  she is 4 years old, got stabbed FIVE times and DID NOT CRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is more brave than I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home they wanted to play "dockter" to use all the skills they learned at their checkup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbN9BO5YIbI/AAAAAAAABJ0/lf6TKBb-sn8/s1600-h/3-2doctor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbN9BO5YIbI/AAAAAAAABJ0/lf6TKBb-sn8/s400/3-2doctor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310725845732041138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, March 3rd &lt;/span&gt;after a long day of baking for Campus Life, going to Campus Life, and running errands afterwards I finally sat down around 11:30pm only to realize that I had not yet taken a picture for the day.  I looked around for evidence of any activities during the day but nothing caught my eye.  Then I noticed that one of my socks was inside-out... all day... and I didn't even realize it.  Its the one on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbN9BKFi2pI/AAAAAAAABJ8/RTIFHyHfiBQ/s1600-h/3-3socks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbN9BKFi2pI/AAAAAAAABJ8/RTIFHyHfiBQ/s400/3-3socks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310725844440898194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, March 4th&lt;/span&gt; was also a busy day with school and ballet.  At the end of it Flip had the right idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbN9BVm6vRI/AAAAAAAABKE/cBJ49JcF0T4/s1600-h/3-4flip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbN9BVm6vRI/AAAAAAAABKE/cBJ49JcF0T4/s400/3-4flip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310725847533665554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, March 5th&lt;/span&gt; Aunt Dawn came to visit.  She spoiled my kids with toys and hugs but thats what aunties from Missouri are for   :-D   One of the toys was those expanding rubberish thingies that start out tiny and grow bigger over night.  Its akin to watching grass grow but the kids were so excited to find their stuff had "magically growed".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbN9BqP3T7I/AAAAAAAABKM/VEYCzF_jZ18/s1600-h/3-5auntdawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbN9BqP3T7I/AAAAAAAABKM/VEYCzF_jZ18/s400/3-5auntdawn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310725853074116530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbN-v495WTI/AAAAAAAABKU/x84TfLbjIBA/s1600-h/3-5grassgrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbN-v495WTI/AAAAAAAABKU/x84TfLbjIBA/s400/3-5grassgrow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310727746810894642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbN-wJ649yI/AAAAAAAABKc/n-S5DmLveIA/s1600-h/3-5watching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbN-wJ649yI/AAAAAAAABKc/n-S5DmLveIA/s400/3-5watching.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310727751361689378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, March 6th &lt;/span&gt;we are watching Mo for the day.  My parents dog is as tall as Marli and weighs over 70 pounds and he is not even a year old yet.  He is a gentle giant though and so mellow for a pup.  He loves the kids and since we see him every day he is quite comfy here.  Cuteness factor:  Mo's toes :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbN-wYWBFcI/AAAAAAAABKk/32zqvvLYetU/s1600-h/3-6mo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbN-wYWBFcI/AAAAAAAABKk/32zqvvLYetU/s400/3-6mo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310727755233564098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbN-wkjC2fI/AAAAAAAABKs/W7dKBRi5b58/s1600-h/3-6motoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbN-wkjC2fI/AAAAAAAABKs/W7dKBRi5b58/s400/3-6motoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310727758509431282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, March 7th&lt;/span&gt; the week just flew by!  And although we did go to the park today I had neglected to bring my camera.  So you get a picture of one of Eden's charms. Everyday when Daddy gets home from work she asks, "did you have any mail for me?" She collects junk mail, receipts, coupons and used up gift cards and stores them away in an envelope for us to find later... in the "mailbox"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbN_ZpiCbLI/AAAAAAAABK8/YII32wdjcaM/s1600-h/3-7mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbN_ZpiCbLI/AAAAAAAABK8/YII32wdjcaM/s400/3-7mail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310728464222022834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So that is how we jumped into March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enthralling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the button to see more greats weeks worth of photos or join in the fun yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/26292356-3325037598662770620?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/3325037598662770620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=3325037598662770620&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/3325037598662770620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/3325037598662770620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365march-1-7.html' title='Project 365~March 1-7'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SbN_ZV2neXI/AAAAAAAABK0/RekAT9IQsKA/s72-c/project365Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-4539427358494845809</id><published>2009-03-03T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:22:28.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC, Wordful, and Watch Me Wednesday ~ A Triple Threat ~ N'Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa4gAEn_UBI/AAAAAAAABHk/UxmwCr0INU0/s1600-h/coraline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa4gAEn_UBI/AAAAAAAABHk/UxmwCr0INU0/s200/coraline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309216196329951250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Would it be weird for me to go to the movies by myself to see Coraline?  I think it looks good and I want to see it.  We just don't have the time or $ to make a date of it unless we wait until April (our next scheduled date night), but by then it probably won't be in theaters anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa4fORMpQsI/AAAAAAAABHc/meVJMbcZSmY/s1600-h/DSC05437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa4fORMpQsI/AAAAAAAABHc/meVJMbcZSmY/s200/DSC05437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309215340711461570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor Jamesy wamesy.  He is afraid of the rain.  Not being in it but hearing it from his room at night. He doesn't want to be in there alone but when we let one of the girls sleep in there they end up giggling about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parts &lt;/span&gt;all night.  Finally I just let him leave his main light on and I told him that when he falls asleep to turn it off.  I'm not sure how he works that out but he gets that light out every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa4g9KSgAFI/AAAAAAAABHs/LYMGE5cgN0I/s1600-h/jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa4g9KSgAFI/AAAAAAAABHs/LYMGE5cgN0I/s200/jack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309217245822451794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you seen this new series of Jack-in-the-Box commercials.  Jack is brought into an ER with X's for eyes and a dent in his head, then..... he flatlines.  I guess now he is in a coma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GASP*  NNNOOOOOOOOooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else worried!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who thinks of this stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, why didn't I think of it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Couldn't I have been the inventor of something like those little plastic tabs that keep bread bags closed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why didn't I think of the post-it note?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What was I doing when .com was invented???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this lamenting because I need to pick up a little something at night and in this economy I can't be picky... Who am I kidding... I don't even have the mad SKILLS to pick and choose.    I rock at customer service but I need something at night so I can continue to homeschool.  I know, I'm nuts but it's important to us.  I haven't hit the gas station/minimarts yet... we'll see if I can get in at Jack's place first.  That is, if he makes it  :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My preference is Longs or Safeway so pray with me to that end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://abcwednesdayround3.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABC Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is the letter&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa5Ea0fFcVI/AAAAAAAABJk/HpV2ZUqVuTc/s1600-h/GG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa5Ea0fFcVI/AAAAAAAABJk/HpV2ZUqVuTc/s400/GG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309256238272704850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; is for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;orgeous &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;eorge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thats right, he is My Love.  The light of my life.  The one who puts up with my antics, mood swings, manic states and irrational fits of laughter.  He is sweet, sensitive, supportive, spiritual... oops, maybe I should use adjectives that start with G... He is gweet, gensitive, gupportive, giritual, good to me in every way... My Love, My George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Wordful Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the storybook Kiah made for Grandma for her birthday.  She came up with the idea and made it all by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa460V3gHJI/AAAAAAAABH0/ZUDYkqhjmdg/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa460V3gHJI/AAAAAAAABH0/ZUDYkqhjmdg/s400/book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309245681613937810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa460gsZulI/AAAAAAAABH8/Nsr9owRUaB0/s1600-h/book2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa460gsZulI/AAAAAAAABH8/Nsr9owRUaB0/s400/book2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309245684520172114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa49XLiV1GI/AAAAAAAABJU/ZZKYXZlUPrY/s1600-h/book3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa49XLiV1GI/AAAAAAAABJU/ZZKYXZlUPrY/s400/book3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309248479159506018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa460ufzOOI/AAAAAAAABIE/1RzDfyjxrW0/s1600-h/book4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa460ufzOOI/AAAAAAAABIE/1RzDfyjxrW0/s400/book4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309245688225413346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa4601BzUxI/AAAAAAAABIM/R5N13M3sH_4/s1600-h/book5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa4601BzUxI/AAAAAAAABIM/R5N13M3sH_4/s400/book5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309245689978639122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa47nhc4DEI/AAAAAAAABIc/3q5aapW8xmQ/s1600-h/book6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa47nhc4DEI/AAAAAAAABIc/3q5aapW8xmQ/s400/book6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309246560896814146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa47n5RSDtI/AAAAAAAABIk/V7VloJCIyao/s1600-h/book7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa47n5RSDtI/AAAAAAAABIk/V7VloJCIyao/s400/book7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309246567290638034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa47nxsGLlI/AAAAAAAABIs/x31haX9PU8A/s1600-h/book8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa47nxsGLlI/AAAAAAAABIs/x31haX9PU8A/s400/book8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309246565255622226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa47n81H1sI/AAAAAAAABI0/SeCOU6LdxIo/s1600-h/book9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa47n81H1sI/AAAAAAAABI0/SeCOU6LdxIo/s400/book9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309246568246269634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa47oIKzwfI/AAAAAAAABI8/7Rgzi1ToNZI/s1600-h/book10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa47oIKzwfI/AAAAAAAABI8/7Rgzi1ToNZI/s400/book10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309246571290018290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa48aNMSMPI/AAAAAAAABJE/bUNQvHbhZDg/s1600-h/book11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa48aNMSMPI/AAAAAAAABJE/bUNQvHbhZDg/s400/book11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309247431631843570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa48aaNru1I/AAAAAAAABJM/LSeIzA9_Smw/s1600-h/book12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa48aaNru1I/AAAAAAAABJM/LSeIzA9_Smw/s400/book12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309247435127372626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love it, and Grandma loves it.  It has potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the typical Wordful Wednesday, but its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MY &lt;/span&gt;blog, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watch Me Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is a video of Grandma and Kiah reading the book together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4f611eed01cca0eb" 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href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/03/abc-wordful-and-watch-me-wednesday.html' title='ABC, Wordful, and Watch Me Wednesday ~ A Triple Threat ~ N&apos;Stuff'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sa4gAEn_UBI/AAAAAAAABHk/UxmwCr0INU0/s72-c/coraline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-7873616481601081740</id><published>2009-03-02T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:21:24.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Since blue is my favorite color I thought it would be fun to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://smilingsally.blogspot.com/2009/03/blue-monday-tulips-teapot.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Saua6O1DAxI/AAAAAAAABHM/h9gAGcwmmuY/s400/bluemonday.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308506910989943570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;This is Flip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SNIFmZrL2LI/AAAAAAAAASA/Ynecsv7zkN4/s1600-h/flip2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SNIFmZrL2LI/AAAAAAAAASA/Ynecsv7zkN4/s400/flip2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247262673125234866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;This is Flip's one blue eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SauhoFiIRaI/AAAAAAAABHU/EFwCpNqsa4E/s1600-h/Flipeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SauhoFiIRaI/AAAAAAAABHU/EFwCpNqsa4E/s400/Flipeye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308514295838426530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To visit the hostess of Blue Monday, Smiling Sally, and see more blue click the button above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Blue Monday!&lt;/span&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/26292356-7873616481601081740?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/7873616481601081740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=7873616481601081740&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/7873616481601081740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/7873616481601081740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/03/blue-monday.html' title='Blue Monday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Saua6O1DAxI/AAAAAAAABHM/h9gAGcwmmuY/s72-c/bluemonday.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-8209009412997979719</id><published>2009-02-26T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T02:27:27.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365~Feb 22-28</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/2009/02/project-365-week-9_27.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SaphgUu8ERI/AAAAAAAABHE/L6cArK6f6Os/s400/project365Logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308162318758842642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow Another month gone by... I'm glad I have pics to document it all or I might not believe it.  I love this project.  I have already gone back a couple of times to see where all the time has gone.  Its not too late to join either.  Just click on the Project 365 button to visit the hostess.  It really is worth the effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, February 22nd&lt;/span&gt; Kiah practices her verses for Awanas.  Memorization is not her forte unless it involves all the words to a certain mermaid movie.  It is much easier now that she can read.  We go over the verses two or three times together then she is off on her own with her little lips moving without sound... its so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SapD2NA3GFI/AAAAAAAABGM/QGsp_kd1kH4/s1600-h/Feb22kiah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SapD2NA3GFI/AAAAAAAABGM/QGsp_kd1kH4/s400/Feb22kiah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308129709294819410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, February 23rd &lt;/span&gt;Mommy is never in the kitchen alone.  I gave up some precious storage space long ago knowing that it would be worth it for the little ones to have something else to play with beside hot pots and things that could poke their eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SapD2CP1kbI/AAAAAAAABGU/I77lusHk1A0/s1600-h/Feb23Marli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SapD2CP1kbI/AAAAAAAABGU/I77lusHk1A0/s400/Feb23Marli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308129706404843954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, February 24th &lt;/span&gt;everyone was sitting and studying so nicely I just had to take a picture. After all, this doesn't happen everyday ya' know  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SapD2TKdWoI/AAAAAAAABGc/zFm1Bw7xPzY/s1600-h/Feb24school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SapD2TKdWoI/AAAAAAAABGc/zFm1Bw7xPzY/s400/Feb24school.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308129710945688194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Wednesday, February 25th...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CAUTION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Walks with Grandpa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;may cause flights of fancy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and fits of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SapD2Q_h6vI/AAAAAAAABGk/vTz5qspVU-k/s1600-h/Feb25walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SapD2Q_h6vI/AAAAAAAABGk/vTz5qspVU-k/s400/Feb25walk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308129710362979058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, February 26th&lt;/span&gt; the kids were bouncing off the walls (and I use that term literally) so as soon as the clouds parted I took them on a long walk. They.  ran.  the.  entire. way.  Stopping only to check out really important things like every puddle we passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SapD2vuPJMI/AAAAAAAABGs/F78xL3QWfTY/s1600-h/Feb26walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SapD2vuPJMI/AAAAAAAABGs/F78xL3QWfTY/s400/Feb26walk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308129718611944642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, February 27th &lt;/span&gt;the kids beg to paint stuff.  I dislike painting with the kids.  I find it stressful and I'm not sure why.  No, I know why... Its because I'm a control freak... I confess.  Despite that fact I do cave once in a while.  Kiah is responsible for the ladybug family and James painted a rock car and a small pumpkin which is one of three left over from our October decorations.  I don't think he meant to but my little man made a heart... awwwwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SapE2T-Jl-I/AAAAAAAABG0/eZguPxxi9g4/s1600-h/Feb27painted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SapE2T-Jl-I/AAAAAAAABG0/eZguPxxi9g4/s400/Feb27painted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308130810674124770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, February 28th&lt;/span&gt; its wet and sunny outside a perfect day to babysit a burnpile... and all the kids so that Mommy can get the Christmas Tree taken down and stored away.   I know, I know, I am so ashamed.  :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SapE2aFVOKI/AAAAAAAABG8/RrJc1tRebaE/s1600-h/Feb28burning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SapE2aFVOKI/AAAAAAAABG8/RrJc1tRebaE/s400/Feb28burning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308130812314859682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now, on to March!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/26292356-8209009412997979719?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/8209009412997979719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=8209009412997979719&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/8209009412997979719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/8209009412997979719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/02/project-365feb-22-28.html' title='Project 365~Feb 22-28'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SaphgUu8ERI/AAAAAAAABHE/L6cArK6f6Os/s72-c/project365Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-5693169522215424316</id><published>2009-02-26T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:37:17.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it Foreward and Then Some</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Look what &lt;a href="http://ktpounds.blogspot.com/2009/02/pay-it-forward.html"&gt;Tabi &lt;/a&gt;is doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sabrez3Y8RI/AAAAAAAABGE/JSOU9eIvHrY/s1600-h/PayItForward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sabrez3Y8RI/AAAAAAAABGE/JSOU9eIvHrY/s400/PayItForward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307188125453840658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The rules are simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 3 people to post a comment on this entry will receive a gift from me sometime during the year.  When and what are a surprise to the winners! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, post about this on your blog &amp;amp; come back and leave your comment telling me you are Paying It Forward as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the first 3 comments that leave a comment and post this one their blog gets the prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This looks like fun.  And who doesn't like to receive something for free? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-5693169522215424316?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/5693169522215424316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=5693169522215424316&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/5693169522215424316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/5693169522215424316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/02/pay-it-foreward-and-then-some.html' title='Pay it Foreward and Then Some'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sabrez3Y8RI/AAAAAAAABGE/JSOU9eIvHrY/s72-c/PayItForward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-6092713134613587754</id><published>2009-02-24T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:27:08.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC, Wordful, and Watch Me Wednesday ~ A Triple Threat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://abcwednesdayround3.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABC Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is the letter &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SWxYl6nxIrI/AAAAAAAAAys/G3ugZLRVOx0/s1600-h/mutilated+sandwich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SWxYl6nxIrI/AAAAAAAAAys/G3ugZLRVOx0/s400/mutilated+sandwich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290701070667948722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is for &lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rightening &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ish cracker &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;iasco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have used this pic before on my other blog but thought it was, um... unique enough for a turn here.  my little Marli went through a phase where she did not enjoy the PB&amp;amp;J.  I think the mutilation of the offending food was her way of rebelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wordful Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember that &lt;a href="http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/02/abc-wordful-and-watch-me-wednesday_18.html"&gt;serene snow pictures&lt;/a&gt; you all loved last week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SaTyH5Vif5I/AAAAAAAABF0/V6grGKhfmPw/s1600-h/shoveling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SaTyH5Vif5I/AAAAAAAABF0/V6grGKhfmPw/s400/shoveling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306632478413455250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... a few days later, it looked like this.  The nice thing about California winters (at least where we live) is that one day it will be dumping snow six inches an hour and the next it will be clear and sunny.  In the picture above, James is being a good boy and helping Grandpa shovel his driveway while Flip supervises.  A day or so later it rained for two days and one would never have known that it snowed at all.  You've gotta love California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our regular walk was a muddy, mucky, mess we stuck to the pavement of our private road where the kids had fun searching out road rainbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SaT5AHl3z4I/AAAAAAAABF8/vzqqIk9L_TE/s1600-h/rainbows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SaT5AHl3z4I/AAAAAAAABF8/vzqqIk9L_TE/s400/rainbows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306640041382498178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 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href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/02/abc-wordful-and-watch-me-wednesday_24.html' title='ABC, Wordful, and Watch Me Wednesday ~ A Triple Threat'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SWxYl6nxIrI/AAAAAAAAAys/G3ugZLRVOx0/s72-c/mutilated+sandwich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-7694715268642039205</id><published>2009-02-21T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T02:17:45.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365~Feb 15-21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SaD_bkEckaI/AAAAAAAABEg/OEf6tfOMZJk/s400/project365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305521210046321058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, February 15th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at my wits end from telling Kiah 1oo,ooo times to keep her thumbs out of her mouth I finally resorted to digging out a mis-matched pair of mittens, cutting the fingers off and forcing her to wear them.  Worked for the first couple of days... but they got rather grotesque and had to be tossed.  The girl is seven... any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SaEZPZfL8xI/AAAAAAAABEo/Oy-Xq79e-qw/s1600-h/Feb15thumbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SaEZPZfL8xI/AAAAAAAABEo/Oy-Xq79e-qw/s400/Feb15thumbs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305549588349580050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, February 16th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Cats do funny things.  Booger(left) and Daphne are sisters and I know all too well how sisters do not always get along.  Once or twice a week they have a face off.  This time it was ovr who was going to get the prime napping spot next to the books.  I snapped a pic because I thought they looked like live book ends. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SaEZPtlIaiI/AAAAAAAABEw/z4fXeVazfi4/s1600-h/Feb16Catbooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SaEZPtlIaiI/AAAAAAAABEw/z4fXeVazfi4/s400/Feb16Catbooks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305549593743223330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, February 17th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I attempted to take snacks to Campus Life, but the weather had other ideas.  I got about a quarter of the way there I knew that if I didn't turn around at that point I may not be able to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SaEZPusp7UI/AAAAAAAABE4/BCnSjCJwk3A/s1600-h/Feb17snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SaEZPusp7UI/AAAAAAAABE4/BCnSjCJwk3A/s400/Feb17snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305549594043215170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, February 18th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Despite the snow the day before, by midday our skylight framed a glimmer of hope... a peephole into Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SaEaIGPHuJI/AAAAAAAABFA/9eFqYtapWbM/s1600-h/Feb18skylight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SaEaIGPHuJI/AAAAAAAABFA/9eFqYtapWbM/s400/Feb18skylight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305550562434463890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Thursday, February 19th &lt;/span&gt;after Kiah's haircut we picked up some snakechow.  The kids love to hold the mice but I make them sit in the bathtub so there is no chance of escape.  There were six mice all together and they seemed to be overly attracted to Eden's feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SaEaIFmTtwI/AAAAAAAABFI/YHTsRnjJUPU/s1600-h/Feb19mice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SaEaIFmTtwI/AAAAAAAABFI/YHTsRnjJUPU/s400/Feb19mice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305550562263283458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, February 20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A good friend called to see if I wanted to go to the park.  OH YEAH, BABY!!!  The kids had barely been outside all week.  It was just what they, and I, needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SaEaIXm5V6I/AAAAAAAABFQ/wz8L5pijKyA/s1600-h/Feb20park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SaEaIXm5V6I/AAAAAAAABFQ/wz8L5pijKyA/s400/Feb20park.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305550567097587618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Saturday, February 21st&lt;/span&gt; I took my mom to help her pick out a new laptop and we went to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;.  Then we shopped around but really didn't find much.  the day wore me out and by the end of the evening all I wanted to do was sit with Boogs and watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iron Chef &lt;/span&gt;while finishing this post.  Battle Basil... nice.   ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SaEaIb0qDxI/AAAAAAAABFY/J0yE1tktXkw/s1600-h/Feb21tvboog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SaEaIb0qDxI/AAAAAAAABFY/J0yE1tktXkw/s400/Feb21tvboog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305550568229048082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-7694715268642039205?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/7694715268642039205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=7694715268642039205&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/7694715268642039205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/7694715268642039205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/02/project-365feb-15-21.html' title='Project 365~Feb 15-21'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SaD_bkEckaI/AAAAAAAABEg/OEf6tfOMZJk/s72-c/project365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-8322644876730946030</id><published>2009-02-19T23:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T01:38:28.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hair Raising Adventure</title><content type='html'>My dear Kiah was in desperate need of some follicular restructuring, aka, a haircut.  Fortunately for us we have a friend in the business who happens to be in love with our children.  We sent James off for some male bonding with Grandpa and made it a girls day out.  YIPPEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are the before shots of my oldest's perpetual bedhead syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ5st3KnK4I/AAAAAAAABC4/8NZjWlxJMFE/s1600-h/Kiah1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ5st3KnK4I/AAAAAAAABC4/8NZjWlxJMFE/s400/Kiah1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304796946247396226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During the process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ5suMxKuUI/AAAAAAAABDI/N1bJ5MDyGHE/s1600-h/kiah3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ5suMxKuUI/AAAAAAAABDI/N1bJ5MDyGHE/s400/kiah3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304796952046254402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sisters look on anxiously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ5suKVvlsI/AAAAAAAABDQ/ophq7U_aB00/s1600-h/kiah4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ5suKVvlsI/AAAAAAAABDQ/ophq7U_aB00/s400/kiah4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304796951394358978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye Goldilocks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ5suL1uTUI/AAAAAAAABDY/FtsL_MBL09Q/s1600-h/kiah6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 382px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ5suL1uTUI/AAAAAAAABDY/FtsL_MBL09Q/s400/kiah6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304796951796927810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now for the style...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will it look good?  Will she like it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ5uNrHFEoI/AAAAAAAABDg/_WuQWfFWpps/s1600-h/kiah7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ5uNrHFEoI/AAAAAAAABDg/_WuQWfFWpps/s400/kiah7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304798592278794882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ5st5H8mZI/AAAAAAAABDA/mU908QBGu2k/s1600-h/kiah2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ5st5H8mZI/AAAAAAAABDA/mU908QBGu2k/s400/kiah2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304796946773088658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, when she saw how much was dropping to the floor, I think Kiah became a little apprehensive.  I, being the good Mommy that I am, quickly picked up on that and whispered in her ear, "Wow, Kiah, its going to look so much better.  You already look more like a princess.  You look older too.  I'll bet everyone will think you're ten."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiah beamed.  She is seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the ladies in the salon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oohed &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aahed &lt;/span&gt;over what a beautiful young lady she was and how her new do looked so sophisticated and grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiah beamed brighter.  She was Queen for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To continue our girls day out I let Kiah pick the place for lunch.  Guess where we went?  McDonalds.  I personally don't eat McD's food but I did have a bad tasting iced coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ5uNv2PREI/AAAAAAAABDo/N93wyRNwMbI/s1600-h/kiah8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ5uNv2PREI/AAAAAAAABDo/N93wyRNwMbI/s400/kiah8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304798593550337090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I kept telling Kiah that I just couldn't stop looking at her and taking her picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, Mommy?"  she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because you just grew up a little bit, and you're beautiful," I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ5uN__XOhI/AAAAAAAABD4/5-DV9MC99mw/s1600-h/kiah9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ5uN__XOhI/AAAAAAAABD4/5-DV9MC99mw/s400/kiah9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304798597883574802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She smiled and took a big bite of chicken nugget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we headed to the pet store to look at the birds and the bunnies and pick up some snake chow.  Then on the way home we swung by My Love's work place to show Daddy the new do "before it gets messed up."  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiah twirled and swished and ate up the moment Daddy had to fuss over her grown up hair.  I know she will never forget this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once we got home I took the opportunity to snap a few more pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ5uNxy5kRI/AAAAAAAABEA/dRax4Y9Whys/s1600-h/kiah10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ5uNxy5kRI/AAAAAAAABEA/dRax4Y9Whys/s400/kiah10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304798594073202962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every time someone mentioned Kiah's new hair she would toss her head or sweep her bangs to the side... it was adorable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Later that evening Marli decided that Kiah shouldn't be the only one to get all the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she got the scissors off the table while the other kids were doing crafts but I'm not sure exactly when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ51-DLwtyI/AAAAAAAABEI/cn-sT5AZq04/s1600-h/mar1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ51-DLwtyI/AAAAAAAABEI/cn-sT5AZq04/s400/mar1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304807119955998498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But, I fixed it.&lt;br /&gt;Say 'hello' to&lt;br /&gt;baby Audrey Hepburn.&lt;br /&gt;:-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ51-eCvZvI/AAAAAAAABEQ/Py8YeMmN3Qk/s1600-h/Mar2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ51-eCvZvI/AAAAAAAABEQ/Py8YeMmN3Qk/s400/Mar2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304807127165921010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here she is imitating Mommy's expression when I noticed what she had done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ51-XQ8LxI/AAAAAAAABEY/fH0U85EDTzw/s1600-h/Mar3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ51-XQ8LxI/AAAAAAAABEY/fH0U85EDTzw/s400/Mar3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304807125346430738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARLI JUNE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-8322644876730946030?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/8322644876730946030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=8322644876730946030&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/8322644876730946030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/8322644876730946030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-dear-kiah-was-in-desparate-need-of.html' title='A Hair Raising Adventure'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ5st3KnK4I/AAAAAAAABC4/8NZjWlxJMFE/s72-c/Kiah1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-6334231765823272005</id><published>2009-02-18T22:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:04:16.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Workshop~Off Course</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZz8QACfx6I/AAAAAAAABCY/Rb9Wd9lb7mE/s400/writersworksop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304391812954179490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hostessed by MamaKat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Prompts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) If you were starring on American Idol TONIGHT and HAD to sing, what song would you choose and why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Take a picture of yourself right this minute without primping and explain to us why it is you have not washed your hair today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.) I just asked Pat to help me with a writing prompt so here's his: "What do you think about the NBA All Star game"...blech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.) What's your number one pet peeve? Develop a punishment for anyone caught in the act. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5.) Write about something mean you did to a sibling growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week I'm going to start with #5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.)  I was the youngest of two children.  My older brother, by three years, was a BIG. FAT. JERK!  Now, I realize that is not a very Christian thing to say about your only sibling, but please understand that, when I say big fat jerk, I am being nice.  Growing up it was sort of a Cain and Able situation.  He worked hard at being bad and hated me for being good.  I couldn't help it, I was born a kiss up.  I'm a people pleaser and I like to be good.  In turn I was mentally and physically tortured (pushing, poking, and arm punching, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not beatings&lt;/span&gt;, although, I vaguely remember being pinned down and spit on or slapped on the forehead a few times) by my troubled bro and my parents remained blissfully unaware for the most part... because if he got in trouble ... I paid for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that we are all grown up he likes to pretend that we are all lovey and bygones are bygones and that we are friends and can have holidays together as a family... and we do but only because I know My Love would skin him alive if he ever tried to pull any of that c.r.a.p. on me now AND I love my nephews and think they need exposure to normalcy AND I do love my brother but I do not like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, that didn't really have anything to do with the prompt.  LOL, and that is quite possibly the most serious thing I have ever posted...sorry... won't happen again   :-p   Let me eat a brownie to regain my strength.  MMMmmmm... *schmack*smack*...nummy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.)  Sssoooooooo... things don't really bug me all that much... Oh wait!  I hate the feel of toenails on my skin.  My Love purposely puts his eagle claws on my legs in bed to gross me out.  Yech!  Is that a pet peeve?   Punishment would have to be declawing.  Just keep your toenails to yourself and we can be BFF!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh wait!  I hope no one was in the process of reading this while I'm editing but I just thought of another one... I can't stand it when beautiful skinny people call themselves ugly and fat...or when someone is completely talented in, lets say, writing but they call them selves an idiot of the written word... or, oh I don't know, any self deprecating behavior... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARG&lt;/span&gt;!  I just can't stand it!  I mean if you are going to cut yourself down to earn a compliment I would rather you just asked me right out, "will you please tell me how beautiful/skinny/talented I am because I am having an insecure moment.  I may cut myself down but at least when I do, its true!  Punishment... to be locked in a padded room with yourself wearing a t-shirt that reads, "plesa compliment me or I may cry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahhh, I feel better, you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.)  Seriously skipping... nice try Pat.   ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2.)  &amp;amp;  1.)  Thats right look at me... going against the flow and combining to prompts in order to utterly humiliate myself by showing you my actual audition tape which I sent in to AI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, that was a lie.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am so ashamed. &lt;/span&gt; I did the video for a blog carnival but I think if the AI judges could see &lt;a href="http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-see-what-you-are-saying-part-duh.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they would pull me in as a wild card for sure.  And for my first song I would sing it exactly how I rewrote it and I would dedicate it to all the tired moms out there, because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;Simon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are a couple of pics from one of my mini photo sessions today.  Yes, I took them just before posting this... no primping I promise...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... just a little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;posing&lt;/span&gt;... but thats normal for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ0Uuq8XhdI/AAAAAAAABCs/qkTmXMZimlw/s1600-h/blogging2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ0Uuq8XhdI/AAAAAAAABCs/qkTmXMZimlw/s400/blogging2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304418728146339282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here I am reading one of the bestest, funniest blogs in here-o blogship (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt;, natural born kiss-up).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ0UuXjlJ0I/AAAAAAAABCg/T3ZW_uwwV6U/s1600-h/bloging.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZ0UuXjlJ0I/AAAAAAAABCg/T3ZW_uwwV6U/s400/bloging.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304418722942101314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And no, I didn't wash my hair today because I took a shower late Tuesday evening and Wednesday morn I opted for an extra 30 minutes of sleep instead of rinse and repeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-6334231765823272005?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/6334231765823272005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=6334231765823272005&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/6334231765823272005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/6334231765823272005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/02/writers-workshopoff-course.html' title='Writer&apos;s Workshop~Off Course'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZz8QACfx6I/AAAAAAAABCY/Rb9Wd9lb7mE/s72-c/writersworksop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-8127615986404857525</id><published>2009-02-18T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T01:16:22.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC, Wordful, and Watch Me Wednesday ~ A Triple Threat and a Double Feature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://abcwednesdayround3.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABC Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is the letter &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZuyTTRHnbI/AAAAAAAABCA/hIE6SdYDepM/s1600-h/Edenbrownies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZuyTTRHnbI/AAAAAAAABCA/hIE6SdYDepM/s400/Edenbrownies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304029030818225586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;nchantingly &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lusive &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;den&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely third child is my most willing helper, especially when I am making cakes and brownies.  I always use my special spoon for batters and Eden helps me stir then claims the spoon as her reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she is not helping me bake, hand out snacks, set the table, or make a list (pretend of course) then she is making little piles of toys or blankets or fish crackers to use &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some other time&lt;/span&gt;.  She is a little chipmunk and likes to hide things away for later use.  When asked about what she is doing she will simply say, "I will put this away for when I need it,  'K Mommy."  Then she smiles and laughs at the confused look on my face and I have no choice but to smile back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is one of those kids that has a knack, when she is quiet, to completely disappear off of the mom radar.  Often times while playing outside or on a walk I spurt out, "Where's Eden?"  Only to hear her giggly reply from right in front of or behind me, "I'm here silly Mommy, you don't see me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wordful Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, you get two pics this week because I couldn't decide which one to post... it was all or nothing I guess, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZvJgVVMFLI/AAAAAAAABCI/14RyT2-B9so/s1600-h/snow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZvJgVVMFLI/AAAAAAAABCI/14RyT2-B9so/s400/snow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304054543477904562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture (above) of my mom sanctuary.  In case you don't remember &lt;a href="http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-birds.html"&gt;it looks like this&lt;/a&gt; in the Spring and it is usually alive with birds and squirrels.  Nowadays it goes unused by anyone... feathered or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZvJgfWK3SI/AAAAAAAABCQ/Zq6HDZ0pJyI/s1600-h/snow2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZvJgfWK3SI/AAAAAAAABCQ/Zq6HDZ0pJyI/s400/snow2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304054546166373666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day it actually stopped snowing for about five minutes.  I was suffering from a bit of cabin fever so I decided to take advantage of the nice weather and take Flip for a stroll.  She is the little black dot with a tail in between all those snow laden trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I realize that some of you would relish such days of languid bliss without the hum of power and the seclusion that comes from the phones being out.  No doubt you could wax poetic for hours about the beauty and peace and stillness.  However, there is no stillness when you are trapped in a 1500 square foot house with four kids 7 and under and nothing to entertain but the flicker of a candle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pioneer days&lt;/span&gt; grows tiresome,  little bodies are not equipped for snow drifts, kiddles are bouncing off the walls, eyes sting from reading aloud, board games have become &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bored &lt;/span&gt;games, stinkiness sets in, and Mommy just longs for Elmo to take over if even just for twenty minutes so I can put my feet up... or even go to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AHHHHHhhhhhhh... I feel better.  I just needed to get that off my chest.  I really am making the best of it, and I don't mean to whine... ok, yes I do, but I know all of you 'been there done that' mommies are rooting for me.  As I write we do have power, water, and phone service so we are golden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watch Me Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are a few moments of fun in the snow from last week.  The snow is much deeper now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;, I do live in California!  Its not all fun in the sun... I live in the foothills of Northern California at around 3000 feet in elevation.  We often get buried when the snow level is much higher though, due to the fact that we are in a saddled between two high mountains.  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width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-3632500146591743860</id><published>2009-02-15T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:32:12.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365~Feb 8-14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZion_z9sHI/AAAAAAAABBA/19b6EdNyJzE/s400/project365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303173966326509682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My dear bloggerinas and bloggers,  I do apologize for falling of the face of the blogosphere.  The weather has been unstable at best and our power has been off and on... but mostly off.  It wouldn't be so bad except our phones are down too which means no internet for this poor mommy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have finally been able to escape the madness and drive to Safeway to connect with the real world and leave a post. I did have time to play with my pics a little though... at least until the battery died.  Let me know what you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am afraid I will not be able to catch up with all of you... not right now any way... because I will have to get home before it begins snowing again and to make dinner.  ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But for now, on with the show...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday February 8th&lt;/span&gt; My Love is his usual cleaning machine self.  During the week I will actually allow dishes to build up in the sink then do them all at once just before My Love gets home.  And occasionally I will even let them go until after dinner.  *GASP*  I know!  I'm such a daredevil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, on Sundays My Love just can not let one dish sit without stickin' it in the washer.  I grab a glass and drink a bit of water, set it down and BAM!  ...its gone before it touches my lips again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, trust me on this one, I'm not complaining.  I know he does it because he wants the house clean when we get home from church... I think its cute and enduring and his empty counter fetish has been the source of many smirks between us... especially when I am trying to remember where I set my water down!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZio9CqSa8I/AAAAAAAABBI/JsPRDHC5Gtk/s1600-h/2-8Geo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZio9CqSa8I/AAAAAAAABBI/JsPRDHC5Gtk/s400/2-8Geo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303174327868484546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, February 9th&lt;/span&gt; James insists on sneaking under the table over and over again during "nap" time.  I know he doesn't take naps but I do sometimes just need him to stay in his room for a bit of quiet time so that my eardrums can have a chance to heal.  No such luck.  And yes James,  I can see you very clearly from the recliner... even when my eyes are closed.   :-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZio9aCKmfI/AAAAAAAABBQ/VybMOMcEtn8/s1600-h/2-9James.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZio9aCKmfI/AAAAAAAABBQ/VybMOMcEtn8/s400/2-9James.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303174334142650866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, February 10th&lt;/span&gt; I knew it would a somewhat lazy day.  Snow was threatening and the sky was gray.  On particularly cold quiet mornings I am usually awakened by a squinty Boogs trying to get under the covers to warm her icy toes before she sleeps the day away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, to be a cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZio9ygHp6I/AAAAAAAABBo/yINRArH6Beo/s1600-h/2-12Boogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZio9ygHp6I/AAAAAAAABBo/yINRArH6Beo/s400/2-12Boogs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303174340710737826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, February 11t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; we were heading out to ballet lessons and were haulted by giant cottonball snowflakes falling from the sky.  Flip stepped out to assess the situation and the look on her face was enough to make me decide to stay home.  Each white spot on her back is ONE snowflake.  They. Were. Huge! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZio9hmv4hI/AAAAAAAABBY/XTRzU5aYwq4/s1600-h/2-11flipsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZio9hmv4hI/AAAAAAAABBY/XTRzU5aYwq4/s400/2-11flipsnow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303174336175137298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, February 12th&lt;/span&gt; was a busy day.  Eden had a dentist appointment that morning and I got to take all the kids since my babysitters (parents) were out of town.  That was ... um... fun?... no, interesting.  The pediatric dentist we see is fantastic.  They have a toy room all set up like the inside of a giant tree with a movie playing in one section and video games in another.  Eden was treated like a princess, that's even what they called her.  With all the special treatment Eden was getting the other children of mine quickly became jealous, and whiny, and extra specially bitter that they were not queen/king of the dentist office.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the afternoon I had my post op check up which was a waste of time but nice anway because I got to sit and read a magazine and get out of the house alone.  Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I take any pictures???  No.  And I didn't remember until 11:30PM.  Eh... nothing to see around these parts at that time of night.  But I did find a picture of the appendix... just in case you wanted to ... ya know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  where it is or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZi6cAd0SfI/AAAAAAAABB4/PYh2cc1X2G4/s1600-h/appendix.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZi6cAd0SfI/AAAAAAAABB4/PYh2cc1X2G4/s400/appendix.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303193551552924146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, February 13th&lt;/span&gt; was my mom's birthday.  The power was out but we have a generator and were able to cook her a nice dinner of Hawaiian Chicken. Hee hee.  The power came on just before we sat down to eat.  It stayed on for at least two hours before it went out again.  The weird thing is that our neighbor told us that his power was only on for five minutes.  We know it was Gods answer to our prayers that kept our power on for so long... Mom hates it when the power is out... HATES it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our goal at every gift giving holiday is to try and get my mom to cry... its not that hard, LOL.  Once again with the help of homemade gifts from the kids we were successful at getting her to squirt some tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad was quite disgusted because we spent less than five bucks and got tears and he had bought Mom a new computer and, "didn't even get a drop!"  LMBO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZio97inpSI/AAAAAAAABBg/JCz67rFPWRI/s1600-h/2-13GrammaBday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZio97inpSI/AAAAAAAABBg/JCz67rFPWRI/s400/2-13GrammaBday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303174343137142050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, February 14th&lt;/span&gt; ... Valentine's Day!  After a morning of chocolate lips and candy hearts we setted in for yet another day of snow boundedness... is that a word?  It is now  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, there was a break between storms so all the neighbors brought out their tractors and helped us dig out so we could make a run into town before the next storm.  We were up to about two feet already and since my kids are all pretty young we generally keep them indoors when its so cold.  Except for James.  He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NEEDS &lt;/span&gt;to get out.  So, when I went for a walk over to my parents house I took him along... He doesn't seem to mind the wet and cold as much as the girls.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZipRB3c_yI/AAAAAAAABBw/ruUdFbjrkOU/s1600-h/2-14snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZipRB3c_yI/AAAAAAAABBw/ruUdFbjrkOU/s400/2-14snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303174671252651810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Love and I were able to get into town for a nice homey resturant lunch sans kids and then we did the grocery shopping together which we rarely ever do.  That was our Valentine's Day.  It was very romantic.   OH, and My Love gave me a Starbucks card for Vday too.  He sure knows his way into his lover's heart.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Love just called me on my cell phone and told me the power is out AGAIN!  *sigh*  I guess it will be another long quiet night.  At least all the kids got baths this morning.  No power = no water.  :-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God Bless you... and if you think about it pray for my sanity.  :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-3632500146591743860?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/3632500146591743860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=3632500146591743860&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/3632500146591743860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/3632500146591743860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/02/project-365feb-8-14.html' title='Project 365~Feb 8-14'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZion_z9sHI/AAAAAAAABBA/19b6EdNyJzE/s72-c/project365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-6138843332244914064</id><published>2009-02-11T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T02:27:12.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Workshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/2009/02/writers-workshop-few-of-my-favorite.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZP2gYTSdNI/AAAAAAAABA4/UEMpxS7GMLQ/s400/writersworksop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301852222484804818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Prompts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) What was the first CD (or record or cassette) you ever purchased? Write about the way that particular album made you feel then. Write about how it makes you feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;writersdigest.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) You were recently laid off. Instead of moping around, you've viewed it as a chance to start fresh. Pick a new career and write about your first day on the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;writersdigest.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.) List your five most recent favorite things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.) I'm hungry. Share your very favorite recipe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.)  I don't remember for sure, but I think I used some money I received for my 12th birthday to buy a Weird Al Yankovic cassette.  Oh. Yes. I. Did!  LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2.)  In all honesty I would mope around... if only I could get paid to sulk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3.)  Oooo... this sounds like FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. My Love.  OK, I know he doesn't necessarily qualify as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;recent &lt;/span&gt;but what if I told you that he never ceases to amaze me.  He does the dishes, watches the kids, changes diapers, does the  baths, works his butt off (six days a week), gives me footrubs (I don't even need to ask), supports my blogging, guides me spiritually, always makes me feel like I am the best wife/mom/woman on the face of the Earth, he makes me laugh and at times wonder what I saw in him in the first place (in a good way ;-}  ) I AM spoiled rotten ... I could go on and on... but I digress.  My apologies to those of you who hate when wives looooooooove their husbands, LOL.  Go ahead... hate me :-p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Just kidding, please don't hate me... I have issues.  I'll get a complex and it will be all your fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.  Blogging.  So my blog has been around for a while but I never really paid much attention to it until recently.  Now I actually have people who come back again and again (whu?  I'm still scratching my head as to why, but I love it DON"T STOP!)  I have gone out and found some blogs to read as well, and I have cyber met some incredible peeps and remain quite entertained/encouraged/shocked/enlightened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.  &lt;a href="http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/02/abc-wordful-and-watch-me-wednesday_10.html"&gt;Gourmet Divine Raspberry Chocolate Bark.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.  Christmas decorations.  I must really, really like them because a lot of them, including our tree, are still up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.  Our new Goodyear mud and snow tires.  Seriously.  The ones we had on the minikidhauler before this week were for city dwellers.  We are not.  I attribute making it home safely through blizzard-like conditions* over white roads to these bad boys.  They were so worth the extra $.  I didn't slip ONCE!  And I was praying the whole time.  The last mile of our drive home is up a road that climbs 1000 feet from the main road to our driveway.  I made it home... I love my new tires... they are one of my new favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*so maybe blizzard-like is a little bit of an exaggeration, but it was snowing really hard ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4.)  This is one of my faves and it goes great with steamed white rice and broccoli or green beans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hawaiian Chicken (maybe even gluten free... let me know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heat oven to 375*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Place a dozen rinsed, skinless chicken thighs (I have used boneless and bone-in) in a 13x9 glass casserole dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mix (I use a salad dressing shaker):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1/2 c soy sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 small can of pineapple juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1/2 c brown sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tsp. garlic powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tsp. ground ginger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1/4 c corn starch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shake it up, Baby, then pour it over the chicken.  Cover the dish with foil and put it in the oven.  Boneless should be cooked 45 minutes, Bone-in an hour.  Halfway through cook time flip the thighs over.  When serving dribble some of the sauce over the rice and chicken.  YUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For more great writing (like that :-p  )  click the pic of MamaKat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow, that rhymed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-6138843332244914064?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/6138843332244914064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=6138843332244914064&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/6138843332244914064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/6138843332244914064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/02/writers-workshop_11.html' title='Writer&apos;s Workshop'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZP2gYTSdNI/AAAAAAAABA4/UEMpxS7GMLQ/s72-c/writersworksop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-9109577739884318102</id><published>2009-02-10T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:27:57.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC, Wordful, and Watch Me Wednesday ~ A Triple Threat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://abcwednesdayround3.blogspot.com/"&gt;ABC Wednesday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is the letter &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZIKRQAj7iI/AAAAAAAABAg/Plcs7AbHmlo/s1600-h/flip3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZIKRQAj7iI/AAAAAAAABAg/Plcs7AbHmlo/s400/flip3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301311002839871010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;D &lt;/span&gt;is for a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ozing, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ainty &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;og&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When Flip was a pup we never let her on the couch, but we have allowed her a few comforts as she gets older.  She will be eight this Summer.  She is, by far, the best dog My Love or I have ever owned... or been owned by as the case may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZIJEg1-UGI/AAAAAAAABAA/sgJlD2IeZyU/s1600-h/flip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZIJEg1-UGI/AAAAAAAABAA/sgJlD2IeZyU/s400/flip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301309684508938338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZIJEjVJk7I/AAAAAAAABAI/Qy2qMu0KeE4/s1600-h/flip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZIJEjVJk7I/AAAAAAAABAI/Qy2qMu0KeE4/s400/flip2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301309685176570802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Her daintiness shows in the way she eats... if you give her a whole hot dog she will eat it one tiny bite at a time... and when she lays down she always crosses her paws.  Such a lady that Flip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wordful Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZIJEvlVJUI/AAAAAAAABAQ/7NucqM-XPvE/s1600-h/snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZIJEvlVJUI/AAAAAAAABAQ/7NucqM-XPvE/s400/snowman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301309688465663298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are many times when my kids do something that totally impresses me.  Not because I didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think &lt;/span&gt;they could, but because I didn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they could.  On Monday we had quite a bit of snow lying around so my lovely daughter Kiah decided to make a snowperson.  ( I am not trying to be PC but I dislike the word snowwoman).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had become wrapped up in conversation with my mom for a while and when I turned my attention back to Kiah she had completed this masterpiece.  Everything about her was perfect.  She even had bangs, LOL.  Her eyes are happy,  she is having a good hair day, her buttons are straight, she has a cute, upturned nose.  Kiah said it was supposed to be Grandma, but I think it looks much more like me.  Good work, Kiah, good work indeed.  :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watch Me Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In case you missed it I was the fortunate winner of an &lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/2009/01/contest-with-prize-i-challenge-you-to.html"&gt;Ugly Mug Contest&lt;/a&gt;.  Take a look at the top of my sidebar and you will see the mug that rocked the world of ugly mugs across the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT MY FACE!!!  :-p  The coffee mug, silly goose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with this win came a fabulous prize.  A whole package of goodies from the hostess with the mostest, Linda @ &lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;2nd Cup of Coffee.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, sorry the video is sideways... you'd think I'd know better by now :-/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-afe49df90b5f4ba2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dafe49df90b5f4ba2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329898668%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34FB66F770F1CD41E434B727EAE49A7B266F7F37.6699534504971AE4177628A2CE9A0BE8E1C42C60%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dafe49df90b5f4ba2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9oQwgmxXZAOhpDmcdWPF6uSEKuE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dafe49df90b5f4ba2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329898668%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34FB66F770F1CD41E434B727EAE49A7B266F7F37.6699534504971AE4177628A2CE9A0BE8E1C42C60%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dafe49df90b5f4ba2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9oQwgmxXZAOhpDmcdWPF6uSEKuE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now in case you can't watch the actual opening of the package, below is all that was inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZIJE3x6wkI/AAAAAAAABAY/Fg5JLnD5hQE/s1600-h/giveaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZIJE3x6wkI/AAAAAAAABAY/Fg5JLnD5hQE/s400/giveaway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301309690665943618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YUM! and YUM YUM!!  and fun fun fun!  Look at the adorable hand towels for Heart Day.  Then there is that mug with a challenge to Espresso Myself everyday.  A tasty smelling hazelnut candle (how did you know that was my favorite coffee flavor?) and of course, the reason I entered in the first place, the Starbucks gift card, because Starbucks is gooooooood but its even better when its free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND OH MY LANTA!!! That gourmet raspberry  Chocolate bark is to die for.  Seriously, if you are like me and you don't care for plain chocolate but love it in every other form then you must contact Linda and find out how you can get your hands on some of this stuff.  You. will. not. be. sorry.  It is soooooo good that I refused to share any, not even with My Love, despite his best efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2f7514c8dd3a7fff" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2f7514c8dd3a7fff%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329898668%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D420ABE3F463D06A63538EA1A135081CE60E876F4.79BCE6A8903009ADBEB7E58336ECFE2750929F67%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2f7514c8dd3a7fff%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhdEXLQ8U0ljaxwoZijcca6cTE80&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2f7514c8dd3a7fff%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329898668%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D420ABE3F463D06A63538EA1A135081CE60E876F4.79BCE6A8903009ADBEB7E58336ECFE2750929F67%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2f7514c8dd3a7fff%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhdEXLQ8U0ljaxwoZijcca6cTE80&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you Linda, for everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Ken Lee you, a latte!  ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZJ8YT5G83I/AAAAAAAABAo/FBFPnq2X2ps/s1600-h/coffee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZJ8YT5G83I/AAAAAAAABAo/FBFPnq2X2ps/s400/coffee2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301436468467004274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kiah Thanks you too. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZJ8YttlMCI/AAAAAAAABAw/nHZft3SerP4/s1600-h/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 346px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZJ8YttlMCI/AAAAAAAABAw/nHZft3SerP4/s400/coffee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301436475397976098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/26292356-9109577739884318102?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2f7514c8dd3a7fff&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=afe49df90b5f4ba2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/9109577739884318102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=9109577739884318102&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/9109577739884318102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/9109577739884318102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/02/abc-wordful-and-watch-me-wednesday_10.html' title='ABC, Wordful, and Watch Me Wednesday ~ A Triple Threat'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZIKRQAj7iI/AAAAAAAABAg/Plcs7AbHmlo/s72-c/flip3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-5596371980027167566</id><published>2009-02-10T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:59:17.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The giveaway is by SandyToes @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://shellinyourpocket.blogspot.com/2009/02/family-fun-is-best-to-giveaway.html"&gt;A Shell in Your Pocket. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; She is going to give away a year subscription to "Family Fun Magazine".  Who couldn't use more ideas for family fun, and all you have to do is give her a visit, leave a comment, and mention her giveaway in a post.  Simple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/GEORGE%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZFPxSI0NcI/AAAAAAAAA_4/NfSm_htNMBU/s1600-h/ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZFPxSI0NcI/AAAAAAAAA_4/NfSm_htNMBU/s400/ff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301105944492783042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sunday night we got snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZFEBShgKWI/AAAAAAAAA_o/9MOezaVCYNM/s1600-h/snow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZFEBShgKWI/AAAAAAAAA_o/9MOezaVCYNM/s400/snow1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301093025334700386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And more snow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZFCONBrGwI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/p1g2luhQuQo/s1600-h/snow4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZFCONBrGwI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/p1g2luhQuQo/s400/snow4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301091048174066434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And more snow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZFEBC81qZI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/TOTISScoqmI/s1600-h/snow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZFEBC81qZI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/TOTISScoqmI/s400/snow3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301093021154388370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wishing for Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZFEBb_YNjI/AAAAAAAAA_g/gOt8gVJdzwk/s1600-h/snow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZFEBb_YNjI/AAAAAAAAA_g/gOt8gVJdzwk/s400/snow2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301093027875927602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At least I am sure My Love was while digging out the minikidhauler at 4AM.&lt;br /&gt;Um, Flip, you left your headlights on.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZFF4-l0OPI/AAAAAAAAA_w/msYMFuF5-fc/s1600-h/snow9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZFF4-l0OPI/AAAAAAAAA_w/msYMFuF5-fc/s400/snow9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301095081568385266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By morning all the white stuff stacked up to about six inches.&lt;br /&gt;Not much fun for those grown ups who have to go somewhere, but for those of us who stay home it meant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SNOW DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZFCOCFB1yI/AAAAAAAAA_I/cxY__-bbHg4/s1600-h/snow5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZFCOCFB1yI/AAAAAAAAA_I/cxY__-bbHg4/s400/snow5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301091045235349282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZFCN0SuVeI/AAAAAAAAA-4/RdXV0U6fsZQ/s1600-h/snow7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZFCN0SuVeI/AAAAAAAAA-4/RdXV0U6fsZQ/s400/snow7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301091041534694882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZFCNyq4bGI/AAAAAAAAA_A/YR4dgzzfAbE/s1600-h/snow6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZFCNyq4bGI/AAAAAAAAA_A/YR4dgzzfAbE/s400/snow6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301091041099148386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZFCN0gteQI/AAAAAAAAA-w/xho6ZlsMwlw/s1600-h/snow8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZFCN0gteQI/AAAAAAAAA-w/xho6ZlsMwlw/s400/snow8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301091041593358594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know they had enough snow for the day because they all came in cryin'.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing a cup of hot cocoa and a nap wouldn't cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talk about family fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26292356-5596371980027167566?l=adultdeprived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/5596371980027167566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26292356&amp;postID=5596371980027167566&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/5596371980027167566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26292356/posts/default/5596371980027167566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-day-giveaway.html' title='Snow Day Giveaway'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SGAYXhEGQXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LXiMIHZ0_iM/S220/crazy-fine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SZFPxSI0NcI/AAAAAAAAA_4/NfSm_htNMBU/s72-c/ff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-4015466337447051510</id><published>2009-02-08T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:43:11.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365~Feb 1-7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/2009/02/project-365-week-6_06.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SY9ceEuBJqI/AAAAAAAAA-o/tC1v_wfZ5M0/s400/project365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300556958170949282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now that I am caught up I can concentrate on one week at a time.  There are days when I find it difficult to find a photo opportunity and other days where I barely put the camera down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 1st&lt;/span&gt; Kiah is all ready to take her baby carrot Sparky class to Awanas for 'Dress a Veggie' Night.  I had actually forgotten about it until almost bed time the night before and I realized the only "veggie" I had (that was not frozen) were baby carrots.  It worked out rather well though.  We glued on the eyes, vests, and buttons Saturday night, then painted on the hair after church on Sunday.  Her Sparky teacher (The one on the furthest left with the gray hair and glasses) liked it
