<?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-3977044969966676539</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:22:36.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sourdough...........mom.</title><subtitle type='html'>A journey into Motherhood.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-7972507145998459778</id><published>2011-06-01T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T13:00:33.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please see other blog</title><content type='html'>If you have stumbled to this blog, please redirect yourself to my other blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tri4dani.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you and have a GREAT day. &lt;br /&gt;Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977044969966676539-7972507145998459778?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7972507145998459778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2011/06/please-see-other-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/7972507145998459778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/7972507145998459778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2011/06/please-see-other-blog.html' title='Please see other blog'/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-5525893241246868273</id><published>2010-08-21T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T12:34:07.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a rainy saturday. After three beautiful days here in Kodiak thats not surprising! We had plans to maybe go to Pasagshak, but we are using a rental car as our truck gets fixed and I don't think the trunk will hold all that we would want to take out there with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are lazing the morning away then heading to Kings Diner, my favorite little diner in Kodiak. Damon has been on high gear since waking up and shows no signs of slowing down. Maybe after the diner we will be driving just so I can keep him strapped in his seat. He might still talk incessantly but at least he can't get into trouble from his seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is like his sister this way, talk talk talk talk. take a breathe, and talk some more. They don't even care if one is really trully listening (though I suspect deep down they do), but they will talk anyway! I do have to admit they say the cutest things though. Even you Kaili!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parenting is even more precious to me now that I am diagnosed as stage IV with my colon cancer. However, it seems harder. I guess that is what happens when you throw in regular everyday challenges with new life altering, mind bending challenges and emotional stress with parenting. you get CHAOS like you never knew existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damon has been absolutely amazing to me. He does have his moments when I think I am going to haul off and smack him, and then there are those moments that make me laugh uncontrollably, or smile with sweet adoration. He is  a smart cookie and while he will with one hand pinch the heck out of me...he then takes the other and gently, soothingly strokes my cheek. Not necessarily as an apology, but well...Im not really sure what the motive is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does drive me bonkers to say the least. He is my all american boy, 300% boy! When we move, next month, I am going to find him a Tae Quan do (?) class for him. He needs that physical outlet, and the discipline it will teach him. Not that I don't teach him discipline...I do. It's just different in a class setting, with an "official" instructor making demands rather than plain old mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's off to the diner! wooo hoooo can't wait to see what I will order.&lt;br /&gt;Happy parenting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977044969966676539-5525893241246868273?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5525893241246868273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-rainy-saturday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/5525893241246868273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/5525893241246868273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-rainy-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-8770881691282447282</id><published>2010-07-11T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:17:45.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/TDqWU8K-QAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ok6vJhUMhUE/s1600/IMG_5547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492867982025441282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/TDqWU8K-QAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ok6vJhUMhUE/s320/IMG_5547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I haven't posted here in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Seven 11!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 11, 2010. DAMONS BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do anything fabulous, but spend time with family, in the sun. That in itself was extraordinary! I loved every minute of it. I made pancakes for breakfast. I made Damon a "4" pancake the picture of which I haven't loaded onto my computer yet. lame I know.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we had pancakes, went to church where the primary sang "happy birthday"to Damon and another child who's birthday it was. We came home, ate lunch, changed our clothes and went to Ft Abercrombie to walk around Lake Gertrude. We stopped at the beach there and let the dogs swim while we enjoyed the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/TDqTzPBkaJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cEhIjDzZ9YM/s1600/DSC04925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492865203947464850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/TDqTzPBkaJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cEhIjDzZ9YM/s320/DSC04925.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/TDqUYvsomQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/mxy_-jZIP0w/s1600/DSC04927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492865848373188866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/TDqUYvsomQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/mxy_-jZIP0w/s320/DSC04927.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/TDqVPU6o-iI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lcDinjuaOB8/s1600/DSC04918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492866786076981794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/TDqVPU6o-iI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lcDinjuaOB8/s320/DSC04918.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we drove up Pillar Mt. and took in the view. Absolutely breathtaking. clear skies, warm sunshine, and good company. After all that we finally came back home and I made dinner. Kaili, Damon and Cynthia were outside hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are all done with dinner and everyone has dispursed to various spots. Cynthia and I are in the living room watching Bolt. Kaili, Damon, and the neighbor girl are outside in the sun. John is outside also, but loading the truck for his ATV ride tomorrow with his neice Meagan. Meagan is upstairs. It has been a GREAT weekend. &lt;p align="center"&gt;A GREAT weekend. I have enjoyed every minute of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977044969966676539-8770881691282447282?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8770881691282447282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/wow-i-havent-posted-here-in-very-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/8770881691282447282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/8770881691282447282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/wow-i-havent-posted-here-in-very-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/TDqWU8K-QAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ok6vJhUMhUE/s72-c/IMG_5547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-239391716462179001</id><published>2010-02-21T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:10:32.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting all over~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;After being home alone with my three yr old son for two weeks, my John is back home! That's great. It's really good to see him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We missed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; For what may or may not be obvious reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We also missed him for other reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Damon ~ for want of a break from his old mom, who after days and days of crappy weather gets tired and cranky.&lt;br /&gt;Me~the crappy weather and lack of exercise led to feelings of aloneness, and desperation. Feeling that my journey to weight loss and triathlon training had ended. Working out at home is a good thing, and I would be the first to encourage it~~~under most circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;But my circumstances are not what they used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our son is older, and wilder than ever. It is difficult to get in even a 12 minute mile on my walking video without major interruptions. Interruptions mentioned in my previous blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was on a roll before my John left and all of a sudden it came to a screeching halt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FINALLY~ he is home, and while I whined and moaned the whole two weeks he was gone that he needed to get home so I could return to the gym where I belonged in the wee hours of morning....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I now find I have gone into "Winter Sleep" mode and the thought of getting back out there is daunting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will, don't doubt it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have to! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deep deep deep down I WANT to, Somewhere....let me spend the day finding that desire deep down somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Until tomorrow I am enjoying cookies and dreaming of ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tomorrow is my Second start. Or it's probably more like my 100th start in the past however many years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But since beginning my recent journey with my dear friend Amy, before the holidays, this will only be my second start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have to get back my enthusiasm, and regain some mental health before my John leaves again In March! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh it's too soon to think about THAT trip.&lt;br /&gt;Health and wellness to all........&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/3977044969966676539-239391716462179001?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/239391716462179001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/starting-all-over.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/239391716462179001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/239391716462179001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/starting-all-over.html' title='Starting all over~'/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-1370357021377402745</id><published>2010-02-16T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T10:22:30.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I See how it is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Day 10 of my hubby being gone. It's nothing really, compared to those with husbands on patrol boats. Their husbands are gone months at a time. However, I am still not so happy with my current situation.&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;trying to workout....&lt;br /&gt;Mile 1...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes in; Damon is ripping through the house with his monster truck on the tail of some dog who lives here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes in; Damon starts climbing on computer desk, slamming his toys down on the nice wood finish.&lt;br /&gt;Must intercept, scold, reprimand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 minutes in; Damon still crying and whining from previous scolding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minute 10... almost done with 1 mile, and Damon demanding this, that or the other thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh MY GOSH, is this mile going to end so I can pause the DVD and deal with this madness? Or maybe it's just me in my own madness thinking..well.... what exactly? How dare I try to workout with a 3 yr old on the lose.? Or at least THIS particular 3 yr old?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S3rge1yVjhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VTGA8IqRhAg/s1600-h/IMG_3417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438906320442199570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S3rge1yVjhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VTGA8IqRhAg/s400/IMG_3417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;I know, I know, this picture is cute, he looks so helpful and sweet. Dragging a beaten fish to his Daddy. Well, yeah, that was a different day. Daddy was here, we were out in nature, he was well within his limits to be free and run. Oh that we could go to that nice beach every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type he is trying to fit his swim goggles to above mentioned dog. Now my foot. Next..............who knows.&lt;br /&gt;My prayer for the day...to get through it, while burning a few unwanted calories. For Damon to get through it without injury to himself or others, or too much damage to the house. May I have my wits about me, and not yell too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977044969966676539-1370357021377402745?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1370357021377402745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-see-how-it-is.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/1370357021377402745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/1370357021377402745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-see-how-it-is.html' title='I See how it is....'/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S3rge1yVjhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VTGA8IqRhAg/s72-c/IMG_3417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-1048691950319353131</id><published>2010-02-01T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:40:18.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It happened like this....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;John and my friend Amy recruited more help by Melanie and together they planned a surprise birthday party for me. I haven't had a birthday party since I was young, and I've NEVER had a surprise one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ooooh, lucky me. It was so fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rewind a few days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I had a feeling something was up, but didn't know exactly what or how, or when, or who. All I know is that John was acting weird with his phone, and he made a few comments that were sort of weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then there were the text messages from Amy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"what is your favorite candy?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;well, ok, what a strange question to ask me since we workout together 6 out of 7 days a week and are both trying hard to reach our own personal goals. Candy doesn't really figure into our daily plan these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then she asks, "do you have visiting teachers? If so, who?" Okaaaaaay..............interesting. But oh well. Maybe she is just trying to know me better. Always a good thing in developing a friendship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And my husband, he can RARELY hide anything from me. He texts me asking for all kinds of phone numbers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well what in the world, can't you just get those when you come home? I'm busy with our son. I don't have time to fetch numbers for ppl all day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And Candy????????? I better not be getting a basket full of candy for a birthday gift from Amy....I will have to bake her cookies and cakes and pie if she does that!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You heard me Amy! An eye for an eye right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;                                naaaaawwww I'm only kidding! I wouldn't do that. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, I don't think I would)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thank you all for making that night so wonderful, fun, and surprising! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;If you want to see a few pictures from my surprise b-day party night anyway, go to Amy's blog at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;3inspiringsons.blogspot.com&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/3977044969966676539-1048691950319353131?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1048691950319353131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-happened-like-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/1048691950319353131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/1048691950319353131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-happened-like-this.html' title='It happened like this....'/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-8003025655363315110</id><published>2010-01-31T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T08:08:37.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me just say.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Let me just say what I am thankful for today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;1- A loving Heavenly Father!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;2- A wonderful, caring family!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;3- The Best Friends anyone could ask for!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;And some surprises are so worth it...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977044969966676539-8003025655363315110?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8003025655363315110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-me-just-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/8003025655363315110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/8003025655363315110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-me-just-say.html' title='Let me just say.....'/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-1953048131871646778</id><published>2010-01-27T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T10:51:57.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I'm taking a new class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming 101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing this activity for several months now. But all of a sudden it came with a coach, one I don't have to pay to teach me anything.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, not that I don't pay.....I pay every time I swim, or workout. But paybacks of exercising are also awesome!&lt;br /&gt;So this coach...same tall guy who was giving my dear friend Amy "private" swim lessons. Notice after "Tall", I didn't say something like hot, handsome, or something similar. I don't roll that way. Ok, well maybe, but not when it comes to the HUSBAND(S) of my best friend(s). HA HA. No doubt I can appreciate the fine qualities of those around me, but there is a time and a place. But unlike Amy, I cannot let these fine qualities get in the way, and distract me from the task at hand... (sorry Amy, I can only assume that you must have been distracted during your lessons the way you carried on about this guy!) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the task at hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEarning the Front Crawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amost 42 and can't do the Front Crawl you say? yep, that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do the side stroke, breast stroke, back crawl, or stroke or whatever that is called. I have never been comfortable doing the front crawl. So here I am learning from this coach. He is very patient, helpful, and calm! I need that kind of coaching because I get panicky trying the breathing with this stroke, and that makes me want to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I practiced more under supervision...and did the crawl from one end of the pool all the way to the other. Wow, that was good for ME. My coach said it's ok to just take it slow, and practice technique, don't worry about speed. AFter all, it's not like I am going to join some old ladies swim team! hahaha, wouldn't that be funny....?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much Amy for sharing your swim coach with me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977044969966676539-1953048131871646778?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1953048131871646778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/swimming-101.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/1953048131871646778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/1953048131871646778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/swimming-101.html' title='swimming 101'/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-1348397716911587418</id><published>2010-01-22T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:31:56.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Napping is for the Dogs!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pZwHrIx0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/Kjmi96sFzwQ/s1600-h/IMG_4593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429750983977125698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pZwHrIx0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/Kjmi96sFzwQ/s400/IMG_4593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Napping is for the dogs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pZ54qZSqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/KOF34dpajsI/s1600-h/IMG_4594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429751151746173602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pZ54qZSqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/KOF34dpajsI/s400/IMG_4594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spoiled rotten mutts......Back in the day when we supposedly had too much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;now..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1paJLGRp0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/1XGLeKPjce0/s1600-h/IMG_4590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429751414392989506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1paJLGRp0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/1XGLeKPjce0/s400/IMG_4590.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Some of us take NAPS back!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1paoL0WjnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/EkGy_5FcvEw/s1600-h/IMG_4591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429751947162193522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1paoL0WjnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/EkGy_5FcvEw/s400/IMG_4591.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;With a vengeance!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pa3CjGv4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/hFNl_6pZZCg/s1600-h/IMG_4592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429752202371972994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pa3CjGv4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/hFNl_6pZZCg/s400/IMG_4592.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;We don't ever give up, no we never give up......our naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;The lucky few.....&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/3977044969966676539-1348397716911587418?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1348397716911587418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/napping-is-for-dogs-spoiled-rotten.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/1348397716911587418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/1348397716911587418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/napping-is-for-dogs-spoiled-rotten.html' title='Napping is for the Dogs!!!'/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pZwHrIx0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/Kjmi96sFzwQ/s72-c/IMG_4593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-8915691667297511508</id><published>2010-01-22T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:22:22.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Building Blocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pNl4MTBkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/4t7M5-mnXTE/s1600-h/IMG_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429737613883016770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pNl4MTBkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/4t7M5-mnXTE/s400/IMG_0550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Building Blocks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pFdQ_CjmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/j9tmqND-4a4/s1600-h/IMG_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429728669826453090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pFdQ_CjmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/j9tmqND-4a4/s400/IMG_0515.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Building towers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pGRA71gPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/b2oXFNuBgBM/s1600-h/IMG_2139.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429729558871245042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pGRA71gPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/b2oXFNuBgBM/s400/IMG_2139.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Building shapes!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pG4Nc1PjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2N1FWgzYsrk/s1600-h/IMG_2037.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429730232245763634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pG4Nc1PjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2N1FWgzYsrk/s400/IMG_2037.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Building Snowmen!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pH9UU2FTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mQUdCZ00mCc/s1600-h/IMG_4278.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429731419502286130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pH9UU2FTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mQUdCZ00mCc/s400/IMG_4278.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Building Friendships! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pLCGZmNRI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kGQ3lDTEkB0/s1600-h/IMG_1365+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429734800198350098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pLCGZmNRI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kGQ3lDTEkB0/s400/IMG_1365+(2).JPG" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And more friendships! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pITQWnzgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SU1LWQlwDeY/s1600-h/IMG_4519.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429731796393119234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pITQWnzgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SU1LWQlwDeY/s400/IMG_4519.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Building Skyscrapers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pIkIp83nI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3YH8UwQSmig/s1600-h/IMG_4521.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429732086384483954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pIkIp83nI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3YH8UwQSmig/s400/IMG_4521.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Building Memories...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pI34YGp0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/TrhUzagjl3Q/s1600-h/canyon5.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429732425612044098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pI34YGp0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/TrhUzagjl3Q/s400/canyon5.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Warm, Sunny memories!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pKOUe40MI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CoBFpoErh5k/s1600-h/IMG_1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429733910625439938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pKOUe40MI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CoBFpoErh5k/s400/IMG_1058.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And more memories... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the Building Blocks of life, my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having fun, spending time with family, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;playing, going on vacation, playing some more, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;interacting with others, reaching for your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things give me strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things make me who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things make me want to be more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977044969966676539-8915691667297511508?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8915691667297511508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/building-blocks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/8915691667297511508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/8915691667297511508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/building-blocks.html' title='Building Blocks'/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1pNl4MTBkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/4t7M5-mnXTE/s72-c/IMG_0550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-7687153839266882065</id><published>2010-01-18T07:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T07:42:38.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wow, January 18th already. Where does the time go? we ask ourselves this every month don't we? It's been over a week, probably closer to two since I said I would think about posting my goals. I got sick , and life quickly took over.&lt;br /&gt;Note to SELF--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First goal:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Don't let life take over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second Goal:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Work on at least ONE meaningful project each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third Goal:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Work out, and I mean WORK OUT! Build up a sweat, get sore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth Goal:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Eat healthy, no cheating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fifth Goal:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Lose 70 lbs, 10 lbs at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sixth Goal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Get BMI below 30 so I can get a Breast REduction!!!! Longtime dream of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seventh Goal:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Keep going even after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eighth Goal:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Read a good book every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninth Goal:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Be more loving and appreciative at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenth Goal:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Grow my Testimony!!&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/3977044969966676539-7687153839266882065?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7687153839266882065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow-january-18th-already.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/7687153839266882065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/7687153839266882065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow-january-18th-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-3568190183055515045</id><published>2010-01-16T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T12:14:43.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought this past month would be long...a good long visit with my baby girl, home from college for the holidays. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was wrong. This past month has sped by, right in front of me as if I was not looking. Was I looking? And if I was, what was I looking for? My long gone baby?...she is there in those eyes, that smile, the giggles. But in all other aspects my girl has grown. She is no longer a baby, or a toddler, or even a pre-teen.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1Id3tCXM3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/2CfCqrgBUoU/s1600-h/IMG_3312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1Id3tCXM3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/2CfCqrgBUoU/s400/IMG_3312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427433343754384242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;It was a short visit, yet almost 4 weeks long. When your sleeping habits don't mesh with your grown kids sleep habits anymore, it makes visits more difficult. You, ok...&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; am up early, busy from the get go, ready to do things, hang out, go places. She is busy sleeping late. None-the-less we had a good visit, saw a few movies, ate more than our fair share of popcorn. Now we count down the semester and anxiously await summer vacation!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977044969966676539-3568190183055515045?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3568190183055515045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-thought-this-past-month-would-be-long.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/3568190183055515045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/3568190183055515045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-thought-this-past-month-would-be-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1Id3tCXM3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/2CfCqrgBUoU/s72-c/IMG_3312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-913711400484738913</id><published>2010-01-15T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:48:29.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ok, So I haven't written in a while...My hubby was out of town, then I came down with some cold/flu bug and was feeling like, well....like I had the crud!&lt;br /&gt;But before all that my two guys had a wonderful evening together tying flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1D3uXVxYMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7LReR3wXVs8/s1600-h/IMG_4524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427109926892822722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1D3uXVxYMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7LReR3wXVs8/s400/IMG_4524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;VERY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; serious undertaking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1D4antUAfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bXJUU0NXX3A/s1600-h/IMG_4540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427110687200772594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1D4antUAfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bXJUU0NXX3A/s400/IMG_4540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Requiring much concentration.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1D5P83k9KI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qIRy6ecxtrc/s1600-h/IMG_4537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427111603414037666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1D5P83k9KI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qIRy6ecxtrc/s400/IMG_4537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the right supplies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1D58EJtw0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/bgFj8EZFiP8/s1600-h/IMG_4541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427112361283404610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1D58EJtw0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/bgFj8EZFiP8/s400/IMG_4541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Which results in these beauties...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1D6jL7kT1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/BxoVn_zIQhE/s1600-h/IMG_4536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427113033386446674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1D6jL7kT1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/BxoVn_zIQhE/s400/IMG_4536.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1D6ikWBi2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/TZw7O4RveJo/s1600-h/IMG_4535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427113022759996258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1D6ikWBi2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/TZw7O4RveJo/s400/IMG_4535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1D6h0WZFvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZDZ-XGlhw8k/s1600-h/IMG_4534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427113009876637426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1D6h0WZFvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZDZ-XGlhw8k/s400/IMG_4534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1D6hd5VayI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dJGAHU0jNtU/s1600-h/IMG_4533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427113003849181986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1D6hd5VayI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dJGAHU0jNtU/s400/IMG_4533.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;It was a productive, imaginative, and bonding experience for my guys. Not to mention it gave me a wee bit of down time to read. It is not often that our Littleman sits still that long, not only will his body rarely do it, but his mind won't let him. He is continuously coming up with new ideas, thoughts, and creative ways of doing things, hence the blistex as glue. When his thoughts flow so do his words and he never stops talking. I thought my daughter talked a lot! And I didn't realize boys liked to talk SO much. Hmmm? Well, I can't complain, at least he can share his thoughts with me, or his feelings no matter how disgruntled they may be at times. Ok, back to that night. The most impressive part (besides getting to see my two guys engaged in one activity together) was the clean-up that happened when they were finished. Not one stray feather, thread, or hook did I find that night or the next morning. wooo hoooo! They can do this any night as far as I'm concerned.&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/3977044969966676539-913711400484738913?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/913711400484738913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/ok-so-i-havent-written-in-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/913711400484738913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/913711400484738913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/ok-so-i-havent-written-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S1D3uXVxYMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7LReR3wXVs8/s72-c/IMG_4524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-2531529257881759042</id><published>2010-01-06T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:17:23.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Against my better Judgement, but For my own Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;I went swimming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;Practicing laps for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;"triathlon" I am going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;participate in, in April. My new saying...."Against my better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;judgement, but for my own good!" My good friend Amy was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;there with me. She is a good swimmer and gives me motivation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt; I need motivation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;Even though I have wonderful, worthy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;goals...I find I still need that extra motivation that having a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;great workout buddy gives me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;Maybe...? if I put my goals on here it will be added incentive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;for me because they would be out in the open! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grrrrrr. that's SCARY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;Let me think about it and maybe I will list them later today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;The Path I choose from this day forward.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S0TPOG7WGZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VhfDQ9zq_Wo/s1600-h/IMG_2661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423687692545563026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S0TPOG7WGZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VhfDQ9zq_Wo/s400/IMG_2661.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Will have a tremendous impact on this littleman of mine!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S0TQJVfRtjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Mm1A0g3C4WU/s1600-h/DSC04633.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423688710066648626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S0TQJVfRtjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Mm1A0g3C4WU/s400/DSC04633.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;And I want to choose a worthy path...that he might have a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt; desire to follow that path as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;A path to a healthy life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;This is what parents, mothers, should give their children. An example worth following. A healthy lifestyle to live up to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;A path worthy of travel. &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/3977044969966676539-2531529257881759042?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2531529257881759042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/against-my-better-judgement-but-for-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/2531529257881759042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/2531529257881759042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/against-my-better-judgement-but-for-my.html' title='Against my better Judgement, but For my own Good!'/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S0TPOG7WGZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VhfDQ9zq_Wo/s72-c/IMG_2661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-1611635818803238644</id><published>2010-01-05T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T14:02:14.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So now that it's the 4th day of the new year, it's about time to post a few things I am grateful for from 2009.&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uno&lt;/strong&gt;~My Heavenly Father (ok, that really is #1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dos&lt;/strong&gt;~My healthy, wonderful forever family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tres&lt;/strong&gt;~My loving, affectionate husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quatro&lt;/strong&gt;~A safe, warm home to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cinco&lt;/strong&gt;~My Testimony of Jesus Christ as my savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seis&lt;/strong&gt;~My own health!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siete&lt;/strong&gt;~Two beautiful, intelligent children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ocho&lt;/strong&gt;~To live in America&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S0O2pVbDJgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/F5CB8hWek6A/s1600-h/IMG_3728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423379197525698050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S0O2pVbDJgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/F5CB8hWek6A/s400/IMG_3728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nueve&lt;/strong&gt;~My education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dias&lt;/strong&gt;~To be ME!&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/3977044969966676539-1611635818803238644?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1611635818803238644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-now-that-its-4th-day-of-new-year-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/1611635818803238644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/1611635818803238644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-now-that-its-4th-day-of-new-year-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/S0O2pVbDJgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/F5CB8hWek6A/s72-c/IMG_3728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-1769426382175181824</id><published>2010-01-04T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:07:45.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Didn't swim this morning. My faithful workout companion was under the weather. I didn't totally slack though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;   I went for a walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A brisk one, with the puppy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We both needed it. For exercise. She needed the practice learning to walk politely on a leash. She did pretty good 1 on 1. We did three laps around our neighborhood. Which ads to about 40 minutes of brisk walking. It wasn't exactly raining out, but misting and windy. Not too bad. I was just grateful it wasn't icy. Though it was dark. Nice and peaceful in the early morning! No slacking anymore in the exercise department or the eating bad one, cuz I am signing  up for a "Kodiak Biggest Loser" contest. Cash prizes of substantial amounts and a new body to look forward to. I say it all the time. now It's time to DO IT!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I know this entry isn't about motherhood at all is it? Well, my health does effect my parenting. The more energy I have the more patience I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; The better I feel, the better I want to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&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/3977044969966676539-1769426382175181824?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1769426382175181824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/didnt-swim-this-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/1769426382175181824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/1769426382175181824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/didnt-swim-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-4075878717326286710</id><published>2010-01-02T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T11:17:41.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmmm Saturday..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Saturday mornings. Need I say more? Well maybe in my case. I don't sleep in. I don't watch cartoons. I rarely get out of bed to sit down again. So, this Saturday morning wasn't too out of the ordinary. I got up early to pick my husband up at the airport. Upon our return, Damon woke up and demanded to be taken downstairs at once. See, there you have it, I do not get to sit back down. Precious as he is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz-XeaJUJ-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/EGgcNvMTFZ0/s1600-h/IMG_4448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422219025047627746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz-XeaJUJ-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/EGgcNvMTFZ0/s400/IMG_4448.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He won't change his mind once it's made up. Awwwwh. The joys of having boys. So rather than attempt to relax, I made muffins. Not just bran muffins. Blueberry Banana Bread Muffins with scrumptious crumble topping. Let me show and tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;First I mix all the ingredients with the help of my Littleman assistant: put it in the muffin tin: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz-YHPGF44I/AAAAAAAAAEo/dYfnfefiloE/s1600-h/IMG_4506.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422219726455956354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz-YHPGF44I/AAAAAAAAAEo/dYfnfefiloE/s400/IMG_4506.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then we top it with the crumble topping, same as I use for my Apple Crisp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz-Yof8xtcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GJk8-6bQFiU/s1600-h/IMG_4508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422220297915971010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz-Yof8xtcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GJk8-6bQFiU/s400/IMG_4508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz-YzVrrUKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xx1hPdKUqJs/s1600-h/IMG_4509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422220484138455202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz-YzVrrUKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xx1hPdKUqJs/s400/IMG_4509.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake @ 350 until they are done. mmmm by now the house is filled with delicious smells coming from the kitchen. Remove from oven, cool, and show them off before cutting into them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz-ZPevWGUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uFndbtjAAeY/s1600-h/IMG_4510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422220967606098242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz-ZPevWGUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uFndbtjAAeY/s400/IMG_4510.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Open with a knife and apply butter (if you like). These taste equally good w/out the blueberries, but it is fun to add them once in awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz-Z9stliEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zDvEP1W6FWU/s1600-h/IMG_4514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422221761630799938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz-Z9stliEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zDvEP1W6FWU/s400/IMG_4514.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;What could be better on a chilly Saturday morning? Ok, well Granny's waffles, but these will do for this saturday. Next Saturday I will attempt to duplicate a waffle breakfast "Granny" style in honor of my Granny.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the week, count your blessings, and enjoy the good things.&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/3977044969966676539-4075878717326286710?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4075878717326286710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/mmmmmm-saturday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/4075878717326286710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/4075878717326286710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/mmmmmm-saturday.html' title='Mmmmmm Saturday..............'/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz-XeaJUJ-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/EGgcNvMTFZ0/s72-c/IMG_4448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-2624746233630883151</id><published>2010-01-01T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:53:32.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz6m4helN9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/L54UjGAlhFI/s1600-h/IMG_4415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 456px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 353px; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz6m4helN9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/L54UjGAlhFI/s400/IMG_4415.JPG" width="505" height="378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy New Year!!!! &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977044969966676539-2624746233630883151?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2624746233630883151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/2624746233630883151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/2624746233630883151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz6m4helN9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/L54UjGAlhFI/s72-c/IMG_4415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-4264646665344219968</id><published>2009-12-31T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:14:51.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year! 2010.....Well it isn't quite here yet in Alaska, but as I sit here on the couch with my daughter I was thinking it might as well be. With only 55 minutes to go, we sit here reading while a movie plays. LOL Not quite like the good ole days. Kaili's not old enough to go where society deems is the most happening places to party for occasions such as this, and I am just too old and tired. So here we sit. Snacks put away, chocolate gone, my son in bed, Hubby out of town, two silly, boring women of different generations enjoying the same New Years Eve activity. (This year anyway) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is she: Kaili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz2tOvaCs9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/fswpWSnEel8/s1600-h/IMG_4381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421679995179414482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz2tOvaCs9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/fswpWSnEel8/s400/IMG_4381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me: Mom/Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz2uaFF8YeI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BzB1TtjaHME/s1600-h/DSC04652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421681289490883042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz2uaFF8YeI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BzB1TtjaHME/s400/DSC04652.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on 2010!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977044969966676539-4264646665344219968?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4264646665344219968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/4264646665344219968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/4264646665344219968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz2tOvaCs9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/fswpWSnEel8/s72-c/IMG_4381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-146755112330945447</id><published>2009-12-31T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T18:16:18.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Land that I love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ALASKA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz1YgRVphuI/AAAAAAAAADk/mqsY8eUc0rU/s1600-h/IMG_4365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421586837857208034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz1YgRVphuI/AAAAAAAAADk/mqsY8eUc0rU/s400/IMG_4365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this place. It's views are breathtaking, it's wildlife is, well, in a word...wild. It's weather however may leave some wishing for warmer places. I myself long for the sandy beaches of Hawaii now that I have actually been there. However, when we get a gorgeous day like the one we had yesterday...I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz1aSR14YiI/AAAAAAAAADs/mRzNesyqK78/s1600-h/IMG_4397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421588796497486370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz1aSR14YiI/AAAAAAAAADs/mRzNesyqK78/s400/IMG_4397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977044969966676539-146755112330945447?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/146755112330945447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2009/12/land-that-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/146755112330945447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/146755112330945447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2009/12/land-that-i-love.html' title='Land that I love!'/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sz1YgRVphuI/AAAAAAAAADk/mqsY8eUc0rU/s72-c/IMG_4365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-2946554747677740691</id><published>2009-11-06T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:44:07.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Halloween 2009, my Knight in Shining Armor....it was fun, and he was so very proud of his costume which mom and dad designed just for him. It was fabrication from cardboard, duct tape, metallic spray paint. Damon trully enjoyed wearing his costume and of course gathering candy from various businesses one night, and homes the next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SvSmtcynB1I/AAAAAAAAABs/V_dPMObol18/s1600-h/IMG_3940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SvSmtcynB1I/AAAAAAAAABs/V_dPMObol18/s320/IMG_3940.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977044969966676539-2946554747677740691?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2946554747677740691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009-my-knight-in-shining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/2946554747677740691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/2946554747677740691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009-my-knight-in-shining.html' title=''/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SvSmtcynB1I/AAAAAAAAABs/V_dPMObol18/s72-c/IMG_3940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-7709556481303365102</id><published>2009-11-01T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T08:51:16.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it or Leave it!</title><content type='html'>Motherhood comes with Ups and Downs, smiles and frowns, joys and heartbreak...but no matter what trials we face as mothers, motherhood is never a "take it or leave it occupation". We might tell our children, Take it or leave it when they are offered something. We might tell ourselves Take it or leave it when trying to make a decision. We might even tell others Take it or leave when trying to come to a compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we should never tell ourselves that we can Take it or leave it when in the depths of parenting. Once a mother, always a mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I started this post days ago, and got interrupted by something very important, and at the same time, frustrating. I get interrupted by this same thing over and over throughout my days, weeks, months....And yet I would never just leave it. I take it because it's what I chose. Deep down, even if my first child wasn't planned, I somehow chose it....it's called parenthood, or more specifically, motherhood. So, yes motherhood can be frustrating, and it calls for repeated interruptions however, it's soooo worth it. There might be a few moments from years gone by that I would like to offer up in trade, but for what I am not sure. A massage? A pedicure? A night out? hmmmm, well ok, ,maybe any or all of those. But I would never go back to being a woman without children, biological or otherwise. Not that that isn't ok for some of you...like I said, it's a choice. I would never trade my position though as mother to Kaili and Damon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, take it or leave it? You must decide before becoming a parent, because once you have become one, there is no (or shouldn't be anyway) leaving it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977044969966676539-7709556481303365102?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7709556481303365102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/take-it-or-leave-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/7709556481303365102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/7709556481303365102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/take-it-or-leave-it.html' title='Take it or Leave it!'/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-6052878895375425188</id><published>2009-08-12T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:49:16.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I see that coming?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Did I see it coming????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I have to say, I probably knew it was coming, but didn't necessarily see it coming when it actually did. Life prepares us for many things, school, work, service, earning money, attending college, birth, and even in some cases, death. But I wonder, does life really prepare us for motherhood? Does life prepare mothers for the challenges we will face while raising our most precious possessions? Can it really prepare a mother for the things she will no doubt have to endure on a daily basis, the things she will hear from her children's own mouthes? Can we ever really be prepared to face our children--as many of us will always think of as our babies-- as adults and come to terms with their adult choices? I believe parts of my own life may have prepared me somewhat for all these things, but in no way prepared me for all aspects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I didn't see it coming...or maybe I did and just didn't want to admit it...when my daughter reminded me of all the years I used her "dividend" for family (meaning me and her/can you say SANTA?) rather than put it in the bank for her. I didn't see it coming...again, maybe I did...when after having my daughter I was three pants sizes bigger than I had been before having her. I didn't see it coming...you know...when I was blessed with another child, this time a son...and he is so "boy" that I find myself exhausted at the end of EVERY day. I didn't see it coming..........................there is so much to do every day, every night, every week I feel like I am drowning sometimes. But somehow I manage to get by, make it to tomorrow, next week, next month. And my house isn't falling apart, though some days it feels like it might...or I feel like letting it!!! I didn't see it coming...........ok, so I did see it coming....when I look in the mirror and what I see reminds me that I have a 19 yr old, and chase after a 3 yr old every day. And then there are the days when I realize I &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;see it coming.....the wonderful woman my daughter is becoming (gradually), and the polite manners my son uses daily (sometimes with reminding, sometime without). I did see those things coming! I had to, because I did teach those things to my kids. I taught them to use their manners, be compassionate, empathetic, caring, loving, willing to share, and above all else, have fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977044969966676539-6052878895375425188?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6052878895375425188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/did-i-see-that-coming.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/6052878895375425188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/6052878895375425188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/did-i-see-that-coming.html' title='Did I see that coming?'/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-8376514389267910864</id><published>2009-05-19T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:14:57.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days Gone By</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ever get to remembering days gone by? If you're human I bet you do. And if you are like me, the older you get, the more often you do this. Days gone by that I think of most are when my daughter, now almost 19, was just a little baby, toddler, and preschooler. She was so much fun when she was little. Not that she isn't fun anymore, but I had her all to myself back in those days. She was a talker, and had beautiful blonde wavy hair. Big blue eyes, and she always had a smile ready for anyone. I raised Kaili much like I am currently raising my son. I disciplined her when necessary, taught her to be kind to others, and always remember her manners. Manners you say!? What's the point? Well let me just say, manners can get you lots of things, and to lots of places you might not otherwise get. Manners make life easier. Being polite, and well mannered can go a long way with people. Most people anyway. Not teaching your child to be polite, use their manners, and to serve others is a grave mistake made by far too many parents. I am not saying that teaching these things is easy, just very worth your while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I always encouraged Kaili to do what was right! And she grew up knowing the difference between right and wrong, and having a desire to do the right thing. As a result, her best friends have always admired that about her, respected her choices to do what is right, and really like the fact that she is a loyal, trustworthy friend/person. In all her 19 yrs, My daughter has only lied to me twice. One time being when she was only 3. I grabbed that bull by the horns and took care of it right away. She knew that I meant business and that I wasn't going to put up with any sort of story telling whatsoever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Some of the most important tools for raising honest, kind, hard working kids:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Consistancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Honesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Discipline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Responsibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Accountability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Positive reinforcement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Tough Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;High Standards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Leading by example&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;These are just a few, there are so many more. I always have room for improvement in each area at any given t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;ime, but I try my best every day to be aware of where I am in each area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Raising Kaili wasn't always a walk in the park, but for sure, it was fun, fulfilling, challenging, joyful, and I miss it. I would never trade that time for all the money in the world. &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/3977044969966676539-8376514389267910864?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8376514389267910864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2009/05/days-gone-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/8376514389267910864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/8376514389267910864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2009/05/days-gone-by.html' title='Days Gone By'/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-1027344493752022387</id><published>2009-05-07T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:11:06.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B.L.I.S.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So what does B.L.I.S.S. mean? According to the dictionary it means: Utter Joy and contentment,  supreme happiness. And in terms of Motherhood, and parenting, well it also means utter joy and contentment, and supreme happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;To me, here, it means this: Because Love, I Said So!!!!!!! That one phrase we most likely heard when we ourselves were growing up and maybe some of you, like me, promised  you would never say it to your own children. So, how are you doing with that commitment? I did make that promise to myself, and subsequently broken it many times. The fact is that when many issues are in need of explaining, and some discussion, there are other times that call for a simple "Because love, I said so!" there may be dangerous situations that need immediate and swift reprimands with no time for explanation. There are times when  a topic is too delicate for the age or circumstances. Then there are times when, as a mom, one just feels overwhelmed with always having to explain herself that the only thing left to say is, "because love, I said so!" there are even times, (in my life as a mother anyway), that "because love, I said so" is all they are going to get no matter what because I just shouldn't have to explain my every decision to a minor child. No means NO and yes means YES! That's it! No more! Maybe means MAYBE, and we'll see, means exactly that! give me a moment, let me think, I can't decide, I won't decide, I can't think about that now....these are all phrases that I utter to myself while deciding which one I will use on my child. When my daughter was little I rarely had need to say these things, but as she became older and had more questions than answers and felt she was deserving of more answers i found myself wanting to resort to B.L.I.S.S. And now, with my son, I could so see myelf uttering B.L.I.S.S. every single day!!! How dreadful is that? I just WANT BLISS!!!!! Oh and where to find it? At the spa, at the Grand Canyon, in Hawai'i, on vacation, in my sleep at night, in a Great book? All these places/things, but also  I do find that sometimes there is Bliss in being a mom, in watching your child take their first breath, step, utter their first word, ask their first question. The times when I feel so proud of what I am doing is when my son tells me, "you can do it mom!" when I am doubtful of accomplishing a feat he wants me to try. It is then I hear my own voice/words coming right back at me. What a powerful message that is. Continue on with powerful messages even if sometimes that message is simply, "Because Love, I Said So!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977044969966676539-1027344493752022387?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1027344493752022387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2009/05/bliss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/1027344493752022387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/1027344493752022387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2009/05/bliss.html' title='B.L.I.S.S.'/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-4839825960282492330</id><published>2009-04-16T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:50:38.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Driving Me Crazy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SefFMTJsHkI/AAAAAAAAABg/sPrESBdHMWY/s1600-h/IMG_2413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325441899478916674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SefFMTJsHkI/AAAAAAAAABg/sPrESBdHMWY/s200/IMG_2413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;April 2009; Looking into that sweet face....how could I ever feel like you are driving me crazy? However, despite many people getting confused and caught up in the meaning of "driving me crazy",  you do sometimes. Let me clarify myself; when i say  you are driving me crazy, I do NOT mean that I am going to have a nervous breakdown. I am NOT going to beat you speechless. I am NOT going to leave and never come home. I am NOT going to give up on you. I am NOT going to delegate your care to others while I sit idly by and do nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am NOT going to criticize you into submission. I am NOT going to neglect you. I am NOT going to make you or myself a "victim" in our home. I am NOT going to EVER turn my back on you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WILL love you for ever. I WILL love you for Always. I WILL love you No Matter What. I WILL have bad days. I WILL have moments when I need a time out, or you do, or we both do. I WILL have days that I just need to get out of the house for R&amp;amp;R. I WILL demand, or allow your Daddy to help me! I WILL put you in the corner to contemplate your behavior. I WILL teach you what is right and wrong! I WILL expect respect from you and give it in return. I WILL cry sometimes. I WILL be okay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;People seem to get anxious when they hear me say, "you're driving me crazy". I don't really know why. Maybe they think I am being critical. Maybe they think I am at my wits end and ready to just literally give up on you! That is NOT the case. I have my own reasons, and I will not stop saying it. Sometimes, you DO drive me crazy, or almost. I just make sure that I take the requisite time for myself to relax. when you are "driving me crazy", you are basically working my nerves in a way that causes me to feel overwhelmed and exhausted, and in need of a time out. It usually means you are not listening well, or you are engaging in unacceptable behavior repetitively even when I have told you or asked you to stop. given the fact that you aren't even 3 yet...I do have some empathy for that fact and understanding of your developmental lack of self control. Thank goodness I outgrew that developmental stage WAY before I became a parent. And I understand that you will too someday!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To parents who feel this way sometimes....have hope. Have faith. Have love. Have fun!!! Remember to laugh often with your kids. Talk about your feelings, your attitudes, your need for R&amp;amp;R. Take time for yourself..even if only 20  minutes for a hot bath. With most kids, sitting down with a good book or books, will get them to sit still, and can soothe you both. Find activities such as reading or other ones you enjoy that can calm you both, and the atmosphere in the home. Try new techniques. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       My son gets in these moods when he repeatedly jumps on me. Not his dad, me! It only lasts for a matter of minutes, but boy does it "drive me crazy"....lol I know it passes, so I try to turn him around by making a game out of horse play. I twirl him around, give him a ride on my back, , chase him around the furniture. It seems to make him happy, and still burn off that access energy. We both end up laughing and having a good time. When that is over, he is done jumping on me, and I feel more relaxed. It's just like the old saying...."if you can't beat them, join them!" Thats what I have to do. Now, when I had my son, this was all a big surprise to me. My daughter never did this kind of thing. She never bit, kicked, hit, jumped on me, threw toys. She was quite agreeable over all. Though I remember from about 1 1/2 to 3 she loved having her back lightly scratched. She would lay on me at bedtime and beg me to touch her back. I would be falling asleep and she would say in a little mouse of a voice.."mommy, more, more mommy." Oh, that would drive me crazy!!! But I did it, knowing somewhere deep inside me that she wouldn't always lay with me, and want me to touch her in a loving way like that. Boy was I right. I happens to the best, most loving parents. Kids grow up, they change, they become independant teens. Then they become adults and leave home. Then who will jump on you? Who will beg? Who will throw their toys for you to fetch? Who will play with their applesauce? Who will you read to? Who will wake up at unforgivable hours of the morning and demand to be fed breakfast? Who will you demand a break from....ok, maybe husbands...? Who will get playdough and chewing gum in the carpet? Who will whine and say NO? Who will refuse to get to bed when told? Who will need to be put in time out?...ok, maybe husbands again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     On the other hand, who will you rock to sleep? Who will you read favorite stories to? Who will you sing lullabies to? Who will hold your hand crossing the street? Who will cry for you when you go out? Who will ask you for a kiss on a boo boo? Who will smile sweetly at you and say " I love you mommy?" ok, husbands could do this one...yes? Who will run to you for hugs upon waking up? Who will look to you for guidance when misled? Who will willingly go with you to the park, or playground? Who will be your biggest  champion in your own efforts...well come on husbands!? Who? For a time you, my darling baby. AFter that, ME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course you "drive me crazy" sometimes!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I LOVE YOU ALL THE TIME!!!! For Ever and For Always, No Matter What!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977044969966676539-4839825960282492330?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4839825960282492330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/driving-me-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/4839825960282492330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/4839825960282492330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/driving-me-crazy.html' title='&quot;Driving Me Crazy&quot;'/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SefFMTJsHkI/AAAAAAAAABg/sPrESBdHMWY/s72-c/IMG_2413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-4319435475937380924</id><published>2009-04-09T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:01:35.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sd5vXUcaEtI/AAAAAAAAABY/VasQbPMcoMY/s1600-h/FH000004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322814256014037714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sd5vXUcaEtI/AAAAAAAAABY/VasQbPMcoMY/s320/FH000004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sd5th6ndg8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_4V73stvlOE/s1600-h/FH000007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322812239036384194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sd5th6ndg8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_4V73stvlOE/s320/FH000007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wow, I remember this day! You were just learning to walk good and we took you to the beach. Even though that water was big and cold, you had no fear. It looks here as if you are just contimplating your next move...which of course was straight ahead into the water but for the fact that Mommy caught you! If only I had know then what I know now about how you are a non-stop mover and shaker....well even if I had I wouldn't change a THING! You keep me on my toes, and that is what I was aiming for. Your big sister Kaili didn't put me through a fraction of the stress or turmoil I go through with you, but it's ok. You have so much heart, so much personality, so much compassion despite also having a thing about whaling on your mama, throwing toys over railings, squishing your food all over, drawing on yourself with markers (washable thank Goodness), eating crayons and all sorts of unmentionable things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I wouldn't trade you for all the good books out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Your Daddy and I have so much fun with you, and now this moment at Refuge Cove is almost 2 yrs behind us. We will be having many more beach experiences in the future. In fact we went to HAWI'I and that was  a BLAST. You loved the water and the shallow play area we found at Poui'a Pou beach. more on that in another entry.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;love you tons and tons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977044969966676539-4319435475937380924?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4319435475937380924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow-i-remember-this-day-you-were-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/4319435475937380924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/4319435475937380924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow-i-remember-this-day-you-were-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/Sd5vXUcaEtI/AAAAAAAAABY/VasQbPMcoMY/s72-c/FH000004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-5219141970050430058</id><published>2009-04-08T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:25:08.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surviving on fumes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Almost anyone will tell you that in order to be healther, happier, live longer, have less stress, you must get enough sleep. By enough, most mean eight hours a night. I have always wondered though, does it all have to get gotten at night? Do naps count? And if I don't get enough, for how long can I keep going? Well, in the past, when I was a new mom, and then a mom again, I survived on fumes alone; for months even with my second, as he refused to sleep through the night for some reason. I assume that since it worked for him to get his sleep through naps during the day, it should be okay for me too. The interesting thing is, I don't always get to have that nap. Oh to be a baby!!! When my son takes a nap, a message must travel the airways, phoneways, internetways, and whatever other "ways" there are to let people know that it's naptime in my house. Naptime means, call me, call me again, and knock on the door. Heck, don't knock just ring the doorbell cuz then the dogs will bark and we all have fun when that happens. If I do get a few minutes to "sit" on the couch and even entertain the idea of laying down, I feel the immediate and urgent need to pee. Bother!!!! Oh what's this? Dirty laundry that needs doing? I feel hungry too, but darn, I can't get a snack until I do the dishes. Who's calling this time? wrong number. Ok, dishes are done, now the floor is messy, and the laundry is ready to go into the dryer now. Oh my gosh! I still didn't get that snack. I need to workout. But oh look at the clock, naptime is going to be over any minute. Well, I will go to bed early tonight, cuz naptime only counts if you actually get to take it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Early? what is that? Define Early... 12:15am? 11:00pm? 10:00pm? Hah! I never got a chance to workout so I have to go to the gym. Get home, after waiting for power lines to get fixed on the highway...need to shower so I can rock my son. Guess what though, he isn't tired yet. Too bad. I will just lay with him and hope he falls asleep. While this at last gives me an excuse to lay down, ironically i now pray I won't fall asleep. I want to sleep in my own bed. Early to me would be 9:00 but I am lucky if I get to bed by 10:30. I run on fumes many days. How do I do it? I think it's a womans unique adaptive quality to be able to fun on fumes for days on end, only refueling with enough fuel to get us to the next stop. Every now and then do we get the opportunity to fill our tanks to the Full level. I don't know about you, but my days, though filled with the above mentioned trials, challenges, and toy messes, are also filled with joys, laughs, fun, learning, and teaching moments. These are the things that fuel me enough to keep me going. Mothers are amazingly adaptive, and resilient. We will keep going, keep running if only on fumes. That's just what we do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977044969966676539-5219141970050430058?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5219141970050430058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/surviving-on-fumes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/5219141970050430058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/5219141970050430058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/surviving-on-fumes.html' title='Surviving on fumes'/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977044969966676539.post-4196404058167613127</id><published>2009-04-07T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:18:14.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Present Tense</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The Present,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Currently,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am a stay-at-home, work-at-home mom. I love my job. I couldn't ask for a more interesting, lively, difficult, and rewarding job. Who ever said parenting is easy has not been a mother yet...oh yeah that was someone in the family. Little does that person know.............Well I do. And I am sure many of you out there know too. Parenting, not the Peace Corps, is the Toughest Job you'll ever LOVE! I hope you will love it anyway, if you chose to become a parent. You may not love everything about it, but there will definitely be times that are so wonderful that the hard times are dim. I have so much more to say about being a mom, and even  a single mom. For now I am going to breath easy and get this blog going smoothly. If you have any comments or questions about single parenting and attending college, comment me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Blessed be the moms!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; Dani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977044969966676539-4196404058167613127?l=sourdoughmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4196404058167613127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/present-tense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/4196404058167613127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977044969966676539/posts/default/4196404058167613127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourdoughmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/present-tense.html' title='Present Tense'/><author><name>Mom Sense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14469626436100175002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT4cHFzVBjc/SdxYqc9CRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1OEbEN5oa1c/S220/IMG_2123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
