<?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-1260883501397454748</id><updated>2011-08-22T18:49:11.356-04:00</updated><category term='qawse'/><title type='text'>Pink in A House of Blue</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-7038408017944015240</id><published>2009-05-27T09:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:07:45.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>T Minus 2 and Counting</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm counting down (have been for quite some time)!  We leave Friday morning for the Outerbanks.  I am so excited!!  I am about 85% packed.  I still have to make that dreaded trip to Wal-Mart to get all of the last minute stuff and a few groceries that we'll take with us.  I have two major lists going on.  Which is totally ironic because I am not a list maker, at all!!  I usually make one to go to the grocery store, but half the time walk out the door without it.  I just know what we need and get it.  But, there's so much stuff I have to pack for four people staying away for 8 days!  I am so ready for a vacation!  I am glad to just get a way and relax!  I can't wait to see the boys reactions to everything.  It's a little bitter sweet for me..."B" will be starting preschool in the fall so I want to make every moment count this summer.  I know it's only for 3 hours two days a week, but it also means we're starting a new chapter.  He's growing up and before I know it, he'll be starting kindergarten.  His vocabulary has enhanced and I just stop and look at him because we're carrying on full conversations.  It's so funny to hear the stuff that comes out of his mouth.  Anyway, I'm off to wash the dye out of my hair and then I can cross that off my list!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-7038408017944015240?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7038408017944015240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/t-minus-2-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/7038408017944015240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/7038408017944015240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/t-minus-2-and-counting.html' title='T Minus 2 and Counting'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-8703953089369501360</id><published>2009-05-22T23:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:05:33.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Shd2CIyU1CI/AAAAAAAAANM/5vvdCMmQNsI/s1600-h/flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338865662361392162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Shd2CIyU1CI/AAAAAAAAANM/5vvdCMmQNsI/s400/flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy Cow! I can not believe I haven't posted since last Saturday!! I honestly thought it was like Monday or Tuesday when I blogged last. Alisha from &lt;a href="http://stinkerpotscraps.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stinkerpot Scraps&lt;/a&gt; emailed me to see if I was alright because I haven't blogged. This week has flown by!! I have been busy every night this week! Not sure doing what other than playing outside until dark. By the time I get all the toys from outside picked up, the kids inside, baths given, and putting them to bed, it's 10:30 and I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to check on my "farm". Then before I know it, "M's" home and we chat a while and then go to bed. I get up and do it all over again. "M" and I went on a longer ride this week. I am so hooked to riding!! I LOVE it!! (this was only my second time on a bike, ever!) We went on about a 2 1/2 hour ride. Surprisingly enough, my butt wasn't numb and I could have went on for a few more hours. I took the boys to the park the other day and met several of our friends there. It was a blast but so freakin' hot! I'm also starting to put things together for the beach. We leave next Friday morning for the Outerbanks. I am so excited! We weren't able to go last year so I'm very excited to see the kids reactions. "B" hasn't been since he was 18 months maybe and "C" has never been. Both totally love the water and all "B' talks about is playing in the sand and building the biggest sand castles ever! Well, that's about all that's going on here...I hope you guys have a safe and happy Memorial Day weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, speaking of Memorial Day...I have to tell you this story real quick. &lt;a href="http://www.rftw.org/"&gt;Run for the Wall &lt;/a&gt;went through on Thursday. (incase you don't know what that is, it's a group of bikers, some, maybe most are war veterans, that start out in California and ride to the Memorial Wall in Washington, D.C. to remember those who have fallen for our country) The group always spends a night here (not my house haha) and then proceeds to their next stop. I wanted to take the boys to watch so I had one of "M's" co-workers call me to let me know when they were close to leaving. I was told at 8:30am that they were heading out in a couple hours (2 mind you!) About a half an hour later I'm just stepping out of the shower when I get the call that they are leaving, right now! I throw on some clothes and grab the boys and out the door we go. (i'm about 5 min from the interstate entrance) As I'm getting out of the car, I notice that I have no shoes on!! I'm like great, but I'm already here and I'm going on to watch. I get the boys (who are also shoeless) and we go to the sidewalk to watch. Thank goodness the only other person within a close distance was someone that I knew. I'm standing there with wet hair, no shoes, a shoeless kid on my hip, and another barefoot child standing in front of me. (I want absolutely no WV jokes left as a comment LOL - it's people like me who usually end up on tv giving us our bad wrap LOL) But, I was there for the right reasons and introducing a part of history to my kids. There were probably about 300 Veterans who were riding. Everyone was waving and beeping their horns. Most had small American flags mounted to their bikes and it was truly a sight to see. (which you won't get to from me, because I had no camera) The boys totally loved it even though neither really got what it was all about. So, to all of you who may be a Veteran, lost one, or know one, we THANK YOU!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**This Memorial Day is my first without my grandfather who passed away in August, '08. He was a WWII Veteran. I wish that he was here to have seen the Ride with my boys. We Love You and Miss You...R.I.P. Paw-Paw. I can't wait until I see you again!!**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-8703953089369501360?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8703953089369501360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-flies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/8703953089369501360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/8703953089369501360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Shd2CIyU1CI/AAAAAAAAANM/5vvdCMmQNsI/s72-c/flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-4575285672264951382</id><published>2009-05-16T23:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:47:36.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sg-I0HIP71I/AAAAAAAAANE/bbztntUVmqQ/s1600-h/danny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336634512305549138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sg-I0HIP71I/AAAAAAAAANE/bbztntUVmqQ/s400/danny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danny. I finally watched the season finale of Hell's Kitchen. I have to admit that I originally wanted Danny to win but after seeing the team he picked, I like Paula's better, minus Lacy. I can't even imagine trying to cook under all of that pressure. I get so wrapped up in these shows lol. I hated Danny's dining room...nothing matched and it was a mix of decor. Paula definitely had the better one! I think I'm all caught up the finales for now. I have to add that I am so glad Coach got the boot off of Survivor Thursday evening. I think that's the next big show that has to come to an end. Also, I finally saw when Gene Simmon's Family Jewels comes back on for another season. It will start up Sunday, June 7th at 9pm. I love this show!! I'm coming to realize that I have several that I love!! Oh yeah, I caught another run of The Biggest Loser finale and was able to see Kristin. I think she looks so good but I don't care for the platinum blonde hair that she went with. I'm off to bed now...well, I have to check on my farm (FarmTown) real quick and then I'm headed there. I have to get my rest...we're goin' Harley ridin' tomorrow....love it!! Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-4575285672264951382?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4575285672264951382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-winner-is.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4575285672264951382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4575285672264951382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is....'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sg-I0HIP71I/AAAAAAAAANE/bbztntUVmqQ/s72-c/danny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-1796067799402072821</id><published>2009-05-15T15:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:58:46.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So....</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.abc.go.com/o/47f938d4a4d39a26/4a0dc9759cafb8b3/47ffc712aba732d6/ac9f19da/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-1796067799402072821?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1796067799402072821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/so_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/1796067799402072821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/1796067799402072821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/so_15.html' title='So....'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-5488703064220954458</id><published>2009-05-15T15:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:36:17.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So....</title><content type='html'>what did you guys think of the season finale of Grey's??  (For those of you who missed it, I included a video clip from it...I have watched it about 10 times already!)  I can't believe it!  I had heard that Izzy was leaving the show, but during the last 20 minutes, I actually thought they had changed their minds and she was staying!  I was so excited...and then she died.  I also thought the guy that was hit by the bus at the end was trying to spell out that the girl pushed him and had tried killing him.  Boy was I wrong!!  I had no idea that was George, nor was I expecting that to be him.  I just figured he enlisted and wasn't coming back.  I did get a little confused at the end though when Izzy was all dressed up in the elevator and there was the guy in the uniform.  I'm assuming that was George in his army uniform...but were they seeing each other after they had died??  Wasn't sure about all of that.  Anyways, all I know is I can't wait to see the first episode of the next season!  Is Lexie and Dr. McSteamy (Sloan) going to break up or move in together??  I can't stand it...I have to know what will happen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Hell's Kitchen Finale is on Reality TV tomorrow (Saturday) at 9pm.  So I will get to see if Paula or Danny wins...please, please don't tell me if you already know!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-5488703064220954458?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5488703064220954458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/so.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/5488703064220954458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/5488703064220954458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/so.html' title='So....'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-614528040220123350</id><published>2009-05-14T15:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:50:19.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sgxz5ItsxEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/vc2SfZMAr0A/s1600-h/grey%27s+anatomy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335767083956094018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sgxz5ItsxEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/vc2SfZMAr0A/s400/grey%27s+anatomy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sgxzdst-AiI/AAAAAAAAAMk/k0qhYK4cKvo/s1600-h/biggest+loser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335766612584563234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sgxzdst-AiI/AAAAAAAAAMk/k0qhYK4cKvo/s400/biggest+loser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, have I been busy this week! We are flipping a house and for the last 3 days we've been up there working and when I get home, I'm still all about getting my walk in. I'm walking 2-3 miles a day and I am down 16lbs....yeah!! "B's" finally over the pink eye and thank goodness "C" never caught it, or the rest of us for that matter! I watched the last hour of The Biggest Loser finale and was so disappointed that Helen won. I so did not like her! I was rooting for Kristen until she got voted off and I missed seeing what she looked like. (I hope to catch it on Reality TV in the next few nights) I was actually hoping Mike would pull through, just because Tara had won most of the challenges and never fell below the yellow line. That kid really worked hard and I'm hoping will continue to do so and keep the weight off. (Isn't it funny how wrapped up we get in these shows lol) Since I've missed posting the last few days, I'm skipping the recipe and Would You Wednesday until next week. I promise I'll do better! I'm coming up on my 100th post. Not sure yet what I'm gonna do about that, maybe a giveaway or something. I'm trying to get things cleaned up around here and I'm slowly starting to dig out all of the summer and beach stuff. Oh yeah, before I forget to tell ya, I finally took a ride on our new Harley! I'm totally hooked and absolutely love it! I can't wait for it to finally stop raining so we can get back out. Well, I'm finished for now so I can go walk. I'm starting earlier tonight so I can get everything done and the kids in bed before Survivor and the Season Finale of Grey's Anatomy starts. I am very excited to see how they end the season!! I'm going to miss the season finale of Hell's Kitchen, but I will make that up on Reality TV tomorrow or the next day. I'm pulling for Danny, but please don't comment and tell me who wins. I know this post is all over the place but that's how I roll. I told ya I've been a busy girl this week! I almost forgot (again)...I've been given another award. BrnEyedGal from &lt;a href="http://brneyedgal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brown Eyed Gal A Little of This...A Lot of That&lt;/a&gt; awarded me with the One Lovely Blog Award.  So a big Thank you to her!!  Head on over to check out her blog and tell her I sent ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sgx1UHB5kkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/kGxjZcv02jA/s1600-h/lovelyblogaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335768646872044098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sgx1UHB5kkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/kGxjZcv02jA/s400/lovelyblogaward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/1260883501397454748-614528040220123350?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/614528040220123350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/614528040220123350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/614528040220123350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sgxz5ItsxEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/vc2SfZMAr0A/s72-c/grey%27s+anatomy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-2464817648177279858</id><published>2009-05-09T22:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:55:59.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SgZCLqBfarI/AAAAAAAAAMc/e3l7guUviqY/s1600-h/mothersday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334023576693467826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SgZCLqBfarI/AAAAAAAAAMc/e3l7guUviqY/s400/mothersday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all of you! I hope you have a great day and enjoy it to the fullest with your family! Here's to you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom, I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I was a Mom, I had never been puked on. Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on. I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts. I slept all night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I was a Mom, I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests. Or give shots. I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I was a Mom, I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put her down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I was a Mom, I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body. I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child. I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I was a Mom, I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom. I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-2464817648177279858?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/2464817648177279858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/2464817648177279858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/2464817648177279858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='HAPPY MOTHER&apos;S DAY!!'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SgZCLqBfarI/AAAAAAAAAMc/e3l7guUviqY/s72-c/mothersday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-4648188564556042243</id><published>2009-05-09T10:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:42:56.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SgWWau2wPuI/AAAAAAAAAMU/n1_Wt5zEh5g/s1600-h/pinkeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333834719688670946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SgWWau2wPuI/AAAAAAAAAMU/n1_Wt5zEh5g/s400/pinkeye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, that's the latest thing going on in our house. I stopped at Kroger's Thursday evening to pick a few groceries. They have a car attached to some of the buggies for the kids to ride in. I absolutely hate these things because I know they are never cleaned. Against my better judgement, I let "B" ride in it. I can usually come up with an excuse for him not to get in it, but this time there were like 4 of these waiting as soon as we walked in the door. As soon as we got back to the car, I gave him a squirt of hand sanitizer, like I always do whenever we leave a public place. Well, yesterday morning his bottom eyelid starting turning red and becoming swollen. I thought he bumped it somewhere because it just came up all at once. By mid afternoon, his eye ball was bloodshot and his top eyelid was starting to swell as well. I was trying to hold him off until this morning in case it was allergies. At around 5:30 yesterday evening, he was really starting to rub it and telling me it was itching and hurting. So I ran him to Urgent Care and sure enough, he has pink eye. This is our first case ever of it and I'm sure it won't be the last. The doc gave us antibiotic eye drops and told us we were good to go after 24 hours. So in the meantime, I am having to try and keep him from touching "C" and wipe everything off constantly so none of the rest of us get it. I am praying no one else gets that, especially with tomorrow being Mother's Day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-4648188564556042243?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4648188564556042243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/pink-eye.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4648188564556042243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4648188564556042243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/pink-eye.html' title='Pink Eye'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SgWWau2wPuI/AAAAAAAAAMU/n1_Wt5zEh5g/s72-c/pinkeye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-2050360280843713813</id><published>2009-05-07T16:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:43:24.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SgNKPVH248I/AAAAAAAAAMM/TGSQk_0XHkQ/s1600-h/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333188010965394370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SgNKPVH248I/AAAAAAAAAMM/TGSQk_0XHkQ/s400/tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have now been tagged twice so I figure that I better get on it before I get it again...Both tags were similar so I combined them so I had to only do it once. Candice from &lt;a href="http://spiritedmotha.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Day in the Life of a Mom with Spirited Children&lt;/a&gt; tagged me on Tuesday and Shelley from &lt;a href="http://iamstillstandingafterallthistime.blogspot.com/"&gt;I'm Still Standing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;got me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay so here are the rules of this whole blogger tag game...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) Mention the person who tagged you and be sure to link to them (see above)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) Post your list of 8's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) Tag 8 bloggers and don't forget to tell them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 of My Favorite Foods&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Grilled Chicken &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Pizza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Cheeseburger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Steak - medium well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Mexican&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Seafood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Strawberries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Vanilla soft serve ice cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 Things I'm Looking Forward To&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Going to the beach (in 3 weeks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Losing Weight and keeping it off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Summertime with my boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. "B" starting preschool in the fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Going to walk 3 miles as soon as I'm done with this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Going to Heaven and seeing my grandpa again!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Growing old with "M"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Watching my kids grow up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 Things I Did Yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Took both boys to Kindermusik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Bought mother's day presents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Washed clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Ran the vaccum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Paid Bills - yuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Picked up "M's" uniform from the cleaners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Picked up Rx's from pharmacy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Watched Cougar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 Things I Want to do Before I Die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Go to Italy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Sky Dive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Go to the Kentucky Derby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Get my Nursing Degree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Become Financially Stable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Take my kids to Disney World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Visit every state in the US&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. See my kids have grandkids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 Shows I Watch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Grey's Anatomy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Private Practice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Biggest Loser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Survivor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Wife Swap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. SuperNanny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Lie to Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Jon &amp;amp; Kate Plus 8/Little People Big World - same night so I added them both lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Ways in Which I Kill Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Run the vaccum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Play FarmTown on Facebook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Facebook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Check E-mail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Fold Laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Play outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Cook/Bake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 Lucky Girls Getting Tagged!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Alisha from &lt;a href="http:///rantingsofatoddlermom.blogspot.com"&gt;Late Night Rantings of a Toddler Mom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Mandy from &lt;a href="http://mommycracked.net/"&gt;Mommy Cracked&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Sarah from &lt;a href="http://shmopsmomtips.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom Tips and Notes from the ZooKeeper&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Alicia from &lt;a href="http://heavenboundone.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heaven Bound&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Stephanie from &lt;a href="http://apocketfullofbuttons.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Pocket Full of Buttons &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. BrnEyedGal from Brown Eyed Gal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.  Moe from &lt;a href="http://mommamoesblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Momma Moe's Blog &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and last but not least...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8.  Jo from &lt;a href="http://dailyinfluences.blogspot.com/"&gt;Under the Influence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-2050360280843713813?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/2050360280843713813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-tagged.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/2050360280843713813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/2050360280843713813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged....'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SgNKPVH248I/AAAAAAAAAMM/TGSQk_0XHkQ/s72-c/tag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-8710049849868166739</id><published>2009-05-06T18:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:37:16.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SgIPgz5xX5I/AAAAAAAAAME/Ie0QpvyPFxA/s1600-h/wednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332841965122838418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SgIPgz5xX5I/AAAAAAAAAME/Ie0QpvyPFxA/s400/wednesday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Would you rather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;be impervious to the red-eye phenomenon in photographs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;have expert precision when straw-puncturing Capri Sun pouches?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-8710049849868166739?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8710049849868166739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/would-you-rather.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/8710049849868166739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/8710049849868166739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/would-you-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SgIPgz5xX5I/AAAAAAAAAME/Ie0QpvyPFxA/s72-c/wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-335112705423486340</id><published>2009-05-05T16:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:30:24.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night Out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SgCh2k1AT4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/tprCnrMYU6U/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332439917777670018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SgCh2k1AT4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/tprCnrMYU6U/s400/girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...FINALLY!!! I have never been so excited to leave my kids and enjoy a few hours to myself than I am today. I have cleaned up more messes and broke up more fights in the last two hours than I have ever. I keep forgetting to check to see if it's a full moon. My kids are nuts today and I'm almost there. I think the only thing saving me, is knowing they're getting dropped off at maw-maw's in about an hour. While I'm out kicking back at one of the local Japanese restaurants with some girl friends, "M" will be making a commercial. It's almost prom time so one of the area high schools is setting up a "mock" car accident. Health Net will be there taking off as if they were airlifting an accident victim out, as well as the fire dept and some ambulances. It's all to aid against drunk driving. (M is a cop for those of you who don't know) So we have a pretty interesting evening ahead of us. Tomorrow we have a funeral to attend. A retired law officer passed away so we'll be going to that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I forgot to post a recipe yesterday, like I said I was going to come back to do, but just didn't get back to it. So I'm skipping it this week. I was tagged today, so when I get back this evening, I plan on posting that. I'm off to get ready for dinner...if my kids don't destroy the house first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1260883501397454748-335112705423486340?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/335112705423486340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/girls-night-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/335112705423486340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/335112705423486340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls Night Out...'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SgCh2k1AT4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/tprCnrMYU6U/s72-c/girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-8080778813424474650</id><published>2009-05-04T09:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:09:22.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sf7o4rppkbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/S3CIaPVj3yo/s1600-h/farmtown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331955069340979634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sf7o4rppkbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/S3CIaPVj3yo/s400/farmtown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I have been neglecting my blogging duties, but I feel that I have a very good excuse. I'm not sure if any of you have played Farm Town on Facebook...but I am totally hooked to this game. I can literally click on my farm for a second and the next thing I know, it's an hour later! I get so wrapped up in it. I'm addicted to harvesting AND I can do it and make money! What more can I ask for. I have only owned a farm for 3 days and I already have a small house, a few animals, fencing, trees, and lots of crops! I worked at someone else's farm last night that took me over 30 min to get everything (I had already been on for an hour). My eyes were killing me by the time I was done so I finally had to turn it off! For those of you on facebook, you have to check this out!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I have to go now so I can get "C" changed because he just stood here and pooped. I have laundry yelling my name and breakfast dishes that need cleaned up. I'll be back later with Monday's recipe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS - I am down 12lbs!! We leave in a few weeks for the beach so I'm very excited about reaching my pre-beach goal (which was 20lbs).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-8080778813424474650?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8080778813424474650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/farm-town.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/8080778813424474650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/8080778813424474650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/farm-town.html' title='Farm Town'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sf7o4rppkbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/S3CIaPVj3yo/s72-c/farmtown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-4342023683659776216</id><published>2009-04-30T16:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:55:40.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Award</title><content type='html'>Sorry I've been neglecting you guys for a couple of days. I've been busy and haven't had a chance to get on the computer.  I've got some very big news though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super excited!!!  I received my very first award, A Zombie Chicken Award, from Katy at &lt;a href="http://www.parentingbygoogle.com/"&gt;Parenting by Google&lt;/a&gt; .  I am very honored...thanks Katy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SfoFoPVCwvI/AAAAAAAAALE/_dHX6SMfczc/s1600-h/Zombie_Chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330579297814102770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SfoFoPVCwvI/AAAAAAAAALE/_dHX6SMfczc/s400/Zombie_Chicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Zombie Chicken Award reads:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The blogger who receives this award believes in the Tao of the zombie chicken - excellence, grace and persistence in all situations, even in the midst of a zombie apocalypse. These amazing bloggers regularly produce content so remarkable that their readers would brave a raving pack of zombie chickens just to be able to read their inspiring words. As a recipient of this world-renowned award, you now have the task of passing it on to at least 5 other worthy bloggers. Do not risk the wrath of the zombie chickens by choosing unwisely or not choosing at all…"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, I am passing the award on to...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sarah at &lt;a href="http://shmopsmomtips.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom Tips and Notes from the Zoo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Rae Ann at &lt;a href="http://criticalmassachieved.blogspot.com/"&gt;Critical Mass&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Alisha at &lt;a href="http://stinkerpotscraps.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stinkerpot Scraps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Helene at &lt;a href="http://2setsoftwins-helene.blogspot.com/"&gt;I'm Living Proof that God Had a Sense of Humor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Christinia at &lt;a href="http://rantraveroll.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rant-Rave-Roll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Congratulations girls!!  Come and get your awards!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-4342023683659776216?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4342023683659776216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/award.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4342023683659776216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4342023683659776216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/award.html' title='Award'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SfoFoPVCwvI/AAAAAAAAALE/_dHX6SMfczc/s72-c/Zombie_Chicken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-5759791358840696134</id><published>2009-04-27T22:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:32:38.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotel Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SfZqvRvwZSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/amYXIA_yk0U/s1600-h/strangerdanger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329564569489663266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SfZqvRvwZSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/amYXIA_yk0U/s400/strangerdanger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to tell you guys this story...(Let me preface this in letting you know that I'm having trouble with "B" staying with us when we go somewhere. There are times when he sees something and takes off to look at it. So if he's walking then we have to keep an extra close eye on him. I refuse to use the kid leash thing!! It's a great idea but I just can't bring myself to do it...he's not a dog.) When we were in Pittsburgh for "C's" surgery, my mom was standing in the hotel lobby with "B". He kept running around her looking at stuff and she kept trying to get him to come back to her. A lady we did not know came right up to him and called him by name. She took him by the hand and told him that he had to come with her. That she was a "Stranger Danger" and that he didn't know her and since he wasn't listening to his mother (it was actually his grandmother but she didn't know) that he had to go with her. It scared him because she had him by his wrist and was leading him a few feet away from my mom. The "Hotel Lady", as we call her, explained to him that he needed to stay close to his mom so that no one could get him. He listened to every word that she said. She let him go and he went back with my mom and never left her side. LOL I was taken back a little when I heard this story, but was glad she did it. "B" never meets a stranger and talks to everyone. It was cute when he was a year or so younger, but now he's getting to the age that he needs to stop that. ("M" is a cop, which is why I don't post many real pics of my kids and because of what he does, he obviously sees the bad stuff) So we're trying hard to make sure "B" understands that he just can't walk off. Since the weather has gotten much warmer, he's wanting to be outside all the time. "M" had to put a lock at the very top of our door because he knows how to work the dead bolt and door knob, even with the safety knob on. But, when I forget to put the chain on, he goes right out to play. I'm trying to stop that also. Twice this week, he's slipped outside without me knowing it and I find him riding around on his trike. He's pretty much safe where we live, but there's still that chance that he could be taken. (You just never know with people these days) So tonight he went out the door and I didn't know it. I've threatened him a couple times that I was going to call the "hotel lady" and he comes running. He remembers that and it still scares him. So, I went to the door with the phone in my hand and I was pretending to talk to her. I told her what he was wearing and he heard me say that and knew immediately without me having to tell him who I was talking to. He came running and crying that he didn't want her to come. So I let him think she was coming for a few minutes to let it really sink in that I was serious and he couldn't go outside without mommy or daddy. (I'm sure you're thinking...mean mommy! lol) I once again was explaining to him why he can't go out by himself and he heard a car door shut. ("M" stopped by to see the kids for a second before they got ready for bed.) It could not have been a more perfect timing! "B" really thought the lady was here. So when "M" and his partner came in, "B" was crying. So I told "M" what happened. He just looks at me like I'm nuts, but it is finally starting to sink in with "B". So I explained this whole story to his partner and he thought it was very smart of me lol Traumatizing maybe lol but smart! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-5759791358840696134?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5759791358840696134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/hotel-lady.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/5759791358840696134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/5759791358840696134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/hotel-lady.html' title='Hotel Lady'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SfZqvRvwZSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/amYXIA_yk0U/s72-c/strangerdanger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-9184596662292504947</id><published>2009-04-27T21:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:02:27.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's Menu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SfZi3EAH7hI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QjlaLIddkhg/s1600-h/menu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329555907146149394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SfZi3EAH7hI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QjlaLIddkhg/s400/menu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's today's recipe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Easy Entree: Chicken-Bow Tie Pasta Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 cups &lt;em&gt;uncooked&lt;/em&gt; bow-tie pasta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1/2 cup Italian dressing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 cups fresh broccoli florets &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1/2 cup Colby &amp;amp; Mont. Jack Cheese Crumbles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 cooked chicken breasts, diced &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1/3 cup sliced black olives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 cup halved cherry tomatoes &lt;em&gt;or &lt;/em&gt;1 whole tomato, diced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1/3 cup Grated Parmesan Cheese &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cook pasta as directed on pkg, adding broccoli to the cooking water for the last 2 min of pasta cooking time, drain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Toss chicken, tomatoes, dressing, cheese crumbles, and olives in large bowl. Add pasta mixture; mix lightly. Sprinkle with Parmesan Cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can make this ahead of time...just cover and refrigerate several hours. (I think it's best served warm) You can also omit any of the above items and it's good. I usually make it without the olives and tomatoes. To save time, you can use the pre-cooked chicken strips in the 6oz pkg. I've also made this using reduced fat cheese and dressing and I think it tastes the same. You can also use whatever type of pasta shapes and cheese you like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hope you enjoy and feel free to leave your favorite Easy Entree recipe!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-9184596662292504947?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/9184596662292504947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/mondays-menu_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/9184596662292504947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/9184596662292504947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/mondays-menu_27.html' title='Monday&apos;s Menu'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SfZi3EAH7hI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QjlaLIddkhg/s72-c/menu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-7217161036216085455</id><published>2009-04-26T23:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:22:05.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SfUk1SoUhcI/AAAAAAAAAKs/O6MeDHi7_ig/s1600-h/catchup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329206232015472066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SfUk1SoUhcI/AAAAAAAAAKs/O6MeDHi7_ig/s400/catchup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not really anything exciting has gone on this weekend. I've been catching up on cleaning, laundry, grocery shopping, and landscaping. We went to Home Depot this morning and I bought some flowers, which "M" hates! He thinks flowers are a total waste of money. As we're walking around, I'm trying to find the black sheets of stuff that you put down to prevent weeds from growing. He looks at me and says we have a roll of that at home. I tell him no but to save argument and major meltdowns (it was getting close to lunch time for the kids) we went on. I came home and starting getting the flower beds ready. I pull up the old weed blocker, old mulch and all. I go to get the roll of stuff and GUESS WHAT?? We don't have any!! He's at work so of course I call him up to inform him that I was right and we have none. Which he would have no idea about anyway because I'm the one who uses it and I used it all last year. He just says "Oh, I thought we had some." NOPE, we don't! I was half tempted to put the kids in the car and head back to Home Depot so I could get a good start on the beds, but decided to cut the grass and finish fixing up the rest of the yard. So my beds are neatly empty and waiting. As I'm putting the lawnmower and everything else back up, I see this HUGE worm crawling in the dirt. I mean this sucker is probably about 8 inches long. "B" is just now getting into bugs (he's been scared of everything up until now). I tried picking it up to show him but I'm terrified of snakes and this reminded me of a baby one and I couldn't handle the slippery thing. To my amazement, "B" reached down and picked it up. I grabbed the camera and he was all about it. He let that thing crawl all over his hand and up his arm. He finally flipped it out in the road and we came in to start baths. I would have totally posted a pic of this thing, but I can not find my camera cord anywhere to upload pics (i have about 200 waiting to be uploaded). "M" usually stops by before bedtime to tell the kids goodnight...first thing out of "B's" mouth is about this worm. I get the camera and show him. I'm talking about how big this thing is and he looks at me and informs me that it is a night crawler...like I'm supposed to know what in the heck that is! I've heard of them...isn't that what guys fish with? "M's" not much of a fisherman so I have no idea. Anyway, "B" repeats it back to me like I'm some idiot lol All I know is, it was huge and slimy! If I can ever find that cord (i've been looking for it for a couple weeks now) I'll post a pic of this ugly thing and you can see for yourself how nasty it is. The rest of the evening has been spent folding and putting away laundry. I have two more days of babysitting and I'm free again lol Don't forget to check back tomorrow...I'll have another recipe posted!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-7217161036216085455?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7217161036216085455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/7217161036216085455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/7217161036216085455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SfUk1SoUhcI/AAAAAAAAAKs/O6MeDHi7_ig/s72-c/catchup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-6071385882432516601</id><published>2009-04-24T22:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:23:48.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SfJ0KgpOKkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/L0NlXVF3hgc/s1600-h/boo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328449033043061314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 58px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SfJ0KgpOKkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/L0NlXVF3hgc/s400/boo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"B" was outside playing this afternoon and went to get on his Diego Trike. As he was swinging his leg to get on, his shoe got caught on his seat and the whole thing tilted with him. His left handle bar stuck him in the stomach and he tumbled over that handlebar. He landed smack on his face. Of course he got up screaming. Once I looked him over to make sure everything else was ok, he was fine. His right eye has a few scratches on it and is swollen. I'm sure by sometime tomorrow, he may have his very 1st black eye. As I was explaining this to him, he got real excited and wanted to call his daddy at work. The only reason he even knows what a black eye is, is because "C" had one post surgery and he kept walking around telling everyone ""C" has one eye asleep and one eye open." So we call daddy and as soon as "M" answers the phone, "B" is telling him he's gonna get a black eye. lol "M" is just repeating black eye to him and "B" is very excitedly telling him yes. Wouldn't it be nice to be a kid again? It doesn't take much to make them happy! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-6071385882432516601?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6071385882432516601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/shiner.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/6071385882432516601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/6071385882432516601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/shiner.html' title='Shiner'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SfJ0KgpOKkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/L0NlXVF3hgc/s72-c/boo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-1834647987015483593</id><published>2009-04-23T08:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:11:34.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How's Your Morning??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SfBpAHEyxaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/gl3iIPB3pgo/s1600-h/badmorning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327873809799366050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SfBpAHEyxaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/gl3iIPB3pgo/s400/badmorning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine started out &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; rough! Why? You ask? Let me tell you what I woke up to... "B" woke up sometime around 6:15 this morning and ready to go. We made him lay there quietly as everyone else was sleeping and we did well until about 7:00. "M" got up and turned the tv on in the living room for him and turned my alarm off and got back in bed. I was awake but not up moving yet and "C" was still sleeping. Evidently I fell back asleep and woke up 15 min late. I get up and walk into the living room where the smell of Lysol about knocked me over. I picked up the can and it was empty! I look over and see the drawer pulled out that we keep all of the kids cars/trucks in. "B" had emptied the can on the cars...there was Lysol standing in the bottom of the drawer. Everything was soaked! I know it's my fault for leaving the can out last night...I just didn't think about it. ("B" watched me spray the cars/trucks in their drawer last night so that's how/why he did it) Trying to be helpful, I know but HOLY COW what a mess and stink! I opened up every window and turned the ceiling fan on to try and air this place out. As I'm taking the drawer to the kitchen to rinse them off, I see a paper towel lying on the cabinet. It has brown stuff on it. So only as a mom would do, I smell it. There's not really a smell, so I yell for "B" and ask where this paper towel came from. He just gave me a crap eatin' grin and said my butt. So no need for any further questions about what it is! I ask where the rest of the poop is and he tells me he pooped in his pull up (he is potty trained but we're still wearing a pull up at night) and threw it in the trash. As I look in the trash to confirm, I see a fallen turd on the rug. I pick it up and throw it in with the rest of the mess. As "B" turns to walk away, I see poop smeared on his butt from one cheek to the other. I tell him to freeze as I find the wipes to get the rest of him cleaned off before he starts climbing on any of the furniture. I think to myself...it's just now 7:30 and look what we've accomplished! I think I'm in for it today!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-1834647987015483593?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1834647987015483593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/hows-your-morning.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/1834647987015483593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/1834647987015483593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/hows-your-morning.html' title='How&apos;s Your Morning??'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SfBpAHEyxaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/gl3iIPB3pgo/s72-c/badmorning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-5457550414630488937</id><published>2009-04-22T19:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:40:17.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck Inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Se-q2Dla3-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/KcwiEZbDOQM/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327664729854500834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Se-q2Dla3-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/KcwiEZbDOQM/s400/rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I mentioned in a couple posts earlier, I am babysitting for some friends of ours while their normal babysitter is on vacation. It's for 10 days and today was day 6. I have a huge headache and have a mound of laundry to do. The first few days, I thought, I wouldn't mind babysitting all the time. It's good extra money and relatively easy. As of today, there's no way in the world! I have no idea how working mothers get it all done. I'm at my house babysitting and still don't have time to get stuff around here done. I LOVE being a stay at home mom and am very THANKFUL that I do not work outside the home! This week has really opened my eyes up to that. I can't wait for the weekend so I can take "B" and do something special. Poor guy has been shuffled to the side, finding things of his own to keep him entertained because I have two others to take care of &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; we've been stuck inside for the last 3 days because it's done nothing but rain. I am ready for some sunshine and the weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-5457550414630488937?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5457550414630488937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/stuck-inside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/5457550414630488937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/5457550414630488937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/stuck-inside.html' title='Stuck Inside'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Se-q2Dla3-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/KcwiEZbDOQM/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-7237109868064788126</id><published>2009-04-22T19:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:20:59.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Wendesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Se-lPRk-ATI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9TkTFJd7mCE/s1600-h/wednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327658566037668146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Se-lPRk-ATI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9TkTFJd7mCE/s400/wednesday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you guys are sitting and waiting to see what disgusting dilemma you must choose from so I won't keep you waiting any longer....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Would you rather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be good with computers but have an incredibly moist left foot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be regarded as the greatest diorama maker of all time but have a friendly midget permanently strapped to you, papoose style?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to those of you who leave your answers as comments...I love reading them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &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/1260883501397454748-7237109868064788126?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7237109868064788126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/would-you-wendesday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/7237109868064788126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/7237109868064788126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/would-you-wendesday.html' title='Would You Wendesday'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Se-lPRk-ATI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9TkTFJd7mCE/s72-c/wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-7247544554726990600</id><published>2009-04-20T22:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:28:31.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's Menu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Se0vikjiuxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zl8bm2Q6h3c/s1600-h/menu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326966205223975698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Se0vikjiuxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zl8bm2Q6h3c/s400/menu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about trying something new...I love finding/trying new recipes, so I come up with the idea to have a Monday's Menu. Each Monday I'll pick a category (i.e. appetizer, entree, etc) and post a recipe that I have. I'm hoping that you guys will post one back. It would be like one great big recipe swap! What do you think?? Would you take a few min and post one?? I'll try it for a few weeks and see how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Desserts: Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chocolate Cake Cookies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 Box Chocolate Cake Mix 2 Tbs. Water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 Egg 1 Stick Butter, softned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mix all ingredients together. Roll into 1-inch balls (if batter is too wet, put in fridge for about 10-15 min) Roll balls into granulated sugar. Bake at 375 for 8 min. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;** Strawberry cake mix works really well also **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-7247544554726990600?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7247544554726990600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/mondays-menu.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/7247544554726990600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/7247544554726990600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/mondays-menu.html' title='Monday&apos;s Menu'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Se0vikjiuxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zl8bm2Q6h3c/s72-c/menu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-779278406675247056</id><published>2009-04-19T15:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:20:48.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caterpillar</title><content type='html'>Hey...have you guys heard about this giant caterpillar that was found in Australia???  If not, you have to check out the size of this thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Set5D27N1TI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/DgDMWJUrTQ8/s1600-h/catepillar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326484091486197042" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Set5D27N1TI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/DgDMWJUrTQ8/s400/catepillar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA!  HA!  HA!  I hope you're enjoying the last part of your weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-779278406675247056?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/779278406675247056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/caterpillar.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/779278406675247056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/779278406675247056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/caterpillar.html' title='Caterpillar'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Set5D27N1TI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/DgDMWJUrTQ8/s72-c/catepillar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-8318561426252347934</id><published>2009-04-18T17:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:57:07.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GROW UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SepMkiU00rI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/lAESgYMPU5Y/s1600-h/whitey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326153699892187826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SepMkiU00rI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/lAESgYMPU5Y/s400/whitey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just walked in the door from shopping at Wal-Mart, not a very classy store - I know, but it's a one stop shop and I love it. So my expectations on what I see there should not shock me anymore, however, some people still seem to amaze me! As I'm loading the groceries into the Durango, I hear this 80's rap music start blaring. I look around to see who's showing off, and I see a beat up blue Dodge Neon with a pink Hello Kitty sticker on the back of it, with two young (around 8 or 9) in the back seat, a 30+ woman in the driver's seat. I'm thinking, surly that's not her with those kids in the back. Then I see it...here's comes the Big Daddy to get in...he's wearing the big baggy shorts down past his butt crack, with a dirty white wife beater on, and 3 or 4 gold chains and walking like he has one leg shorter than the other. Oh yeah, his hat is on sideways and a cig is hanging out of the side of his mouth. Now, I don't see anything wrong with this if you're in your late teens early 20's because that seems to be the phase (or at least it was when I was that age), but for Pete Sakes, when you're 30+ pull up your dang pants and turn your hat around straight and act your age!! I wanted to walk up to him and be like "DUDE, YOU'RE WHITE!!!" (yes I just said dude, I love that word!) and you have kids in the car...GROW UP!! As I'm watching all of this, "B" is in the back yelling, "Mom, where's the music coming from?" I just shook my head and said "over there". They leave and I am able to finish putting my groceries in the car. Then, as I pull up to the stop light, there they are! I look over and he's leaned his passenger seat so far back that he's almost laying the girl's lap behind him. He looked like a 12 year old boy...all you could see was his sideways hat. I'm literally thinking to myself, he's probably riding in the passenger seat because he has no license! The light turned green and I drove off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-8318561426252347934?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8318561426252347934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/grow-up.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/8318561426252347934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/8318561426252347934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/grow-up.html' title='GROW UP!'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SepMkiU00rI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/lAESgYMPU5Y/s72-c/whitey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-1809117395009450914</id><published>2009-04-17T10:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:07:19.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All at Once</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SeibHIvLnHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/6l__1XDI9Go/s1600-h/together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325677106272377970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SeibHIvLnHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/6l__1XDI9Go/s400/together.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't remember if I mentioned that I have 4 kids this week. I'm watching a couple extra for some friends. It's really fun because their youngest is 2 months older than "C" so it's been fun to watch them interact. Their oldest is in 2nd grade and "B's" girlfriend, as he likes to call her. They just hang out in his room...which I can't believe he's 3 and already has a girl in his room with the door shut! He better enjoy it now because in a few years...that won't happen until he's 30! I've always heard that when kids are together, they get on a schedule and do a lot of things at the same time...for instance, (can you guess where I'm going with this?? what do we love most at our house??) both babies took a dump bigger than Russia. I swear to you they had to have pooped simultaneously. As I'm getting the last one changed, I hear "B" yelling, "Mom, wipe my butt!" I'm thinking, are you kidding me? I head that way and there both of the bigger kids are pooping together in the bathroom lol So by 9am today, everyone in the house had taken a dump! What a great way to start the morning!! Guess everyone will be ready for lunch in about 5 minutes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-1809117395009450914?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1809117395009450914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-at-once.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/1809117395009450914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/1809117395009450914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-at-once.html' title='All at Once'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SeibHIvLnHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/6l__1XDI9Go/s72-c/together.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-673684440355413336</id><published>2009-04-16T09:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:55:55.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late Than Never....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Would you rather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slide down a banister of razor blades into a pile of Cajun spice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be buried up to your neck and have you head used as a golf tee for a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm late...I'll let you think on another one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fight Mike Tyson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk like him??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-673684440355413336?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/673684440355413336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/better-late-than-never.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/673684440355413336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/673684440355413336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late Than Never....'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-381536021107362140</id><published>2009-04-16T07:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:58:13.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>So I'm babysitting for the next few days for a friend and I totally forgot about it being Wednesday yesterday. I know you guys are just sitting there waiting to see what kind of crazy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt; Would You Rather question I give...don't worry...I'll post it up after while. The kids are due any minute so once things get settled, I'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;getcha&lt;/span&gt; a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I nixed the whole diet thing and am popping pills &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; Just an aid to speed up the process a little. I know, I know...those are bad for you, but it's only short term and I need the boost. I am doing a 1200 calorie diet though and exercising so it's all good. The good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;out ways&lt;/span&gt; the bad! (that's my theory anyway and I'm sticking to it) So I'm anxious to see the results by beach time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-381536021107362140?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/381536021107362140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/381536021107362140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/381536021107362140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-5080251522126198691</id><published>2009-04-14T22:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:30:20.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SeVGuAPZ_bI/AAAAAAAAAJk/aKnMymX-PbA/s1600-h/updates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324739890588024242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SeVGuAPZ_bI/AAAAAAAAAJk/aKnMymX-PbA/s400/updates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is going to be a short one because I'm adding two extra kids to the mix for the the next few days and I need to get some sleep!! I wanted to give you an update on the whole spray tan thing...I'm still tan and would so do that all over again! I wouldn't recommend doing it the day before whatever event you plan on attending, just because you never know how you're gonna turn out. Just keep your skin moisturized and you're good to go. Tomorrow will be day 5...my legs are starting to fade a little but not much. My face isn't as dark as it was, but I wash it a couple times a day so that's expected. It's so worth the money if you don't have time to lay out or in a bed and want to be tan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-5080251522126198691?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5080251522126198691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/5080251522126198691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/5080251522126198691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/updates.html' title='Updates...'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SeVGuAPZ_bI/AAAAAAAAAJk/aKnMymX-PbA/s72-c/updates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-3546895956080383701</id><published>2009-04-13T21:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:37:19.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys will be Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SePoyMOfkeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vbRT-_iKwkg/s1600-h/finger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324355133455176162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SePoyMOfkeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vbRT-_iKwkg/s400/finger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I long for the day when one of my boys, including the big one ("M"), will stop asking me to "pull my finger". I was on the phone this evening and "B" comes running up screaming, "Mom, pull my finger (which he sticks out his thumb)". So, being a good sport I pull it...about three times, before he finally lets out this little &lt;em&gt;toot&lt;/em&gt;. He explodes laughing and saying over and over, "Mom, did you hear my &lt;em&gt;toot". &lt;/em&gt;I told him yes and that I was so proud. He was very excited and declared that he needed me to hang up so he could use the phone to call his dad. I guess some things never change and still, at the age of 38, "M" gets a kick out of asking me to "pull my finger". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-3546895956080383701?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/3546895956080383701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/boys-will-be-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/3546895956080383701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/3546895956080383701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/boys-will-be-boys.html' title='Boys will be Boys'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SePoyMOfkeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vbRT-_iKwkg/s72-c/finger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-1934367016368690136</id><published>2009-04-12T07:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T07:22:35.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SeHO9Vxqo8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/SFj2518tOls/s1600-h/easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323763787741438914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SeHO9Vxqo8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/SFj2518tOls/s400/easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to wish each of you a very safe and Happy Easter! Remember what this day is really about and enjoy it with you families!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-1934367016368690136?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1934367016368690136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/1934367016368690136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/1934367016368690136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!!'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SeHO9Vxqo8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/SFj2518tOls/s72-c/easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-5148251515257559025</id><published>2009-04-11T22:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:45:08.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and Sweet...</title><content type='html'>...cause I'm off to bed.  I'm exhausted.  The Easter bunny has landed, the pies have been made for lunch tomorrow and the house is clean and in order.  Lord only knows how long that will last.  I'm hoping the wild ones won't trash it before everyone gets here and sees everything all nice and neat...one can only pray though!  There's only a 3 hour window that the boys will be home in which destruction can happen...we'll see how it goes.  We did squeeze in coloring eggs and I also gave "B" a haircut.  We've gone non-stop all day and I'm ready to hit the sac.  I hope you guys have a great Easter and enjoy the time with your families!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-5148251515257559025?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5148251515257559025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/short-and-sweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/5148251515257559025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/5148251515257559025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/short-and-sweet.html' title='Short and Sweet...'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-2149958385165445885</id><published>2009-04-10T22:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:33:28.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SeABb3q_6XI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iWZjNhzqqOw/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323256337864321394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SeABb3q_6XI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iWZjNhzqqOw/s400/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was able to get out by myself for a while. I was in dire need of a break. "B" didn't go to bed until after 10 because he had a late nap yesterday and sometimes you just have to let them rest! Well, I paid for it because he was up by 7am today and CRANKY!! He was so whinny and that just had a ripple affect on everyone. We get frustrated because he's tired and starts throwing tantrums and just acting up. "M" went to work and my mom watched the boys. I went to get a hair cut and decided to try the new spray tanning bed. Boy was that an experience! If you've never done this, you have to try it at least once. I don't know anyone personally who has done this...only seen the episode of Friends about a thousand times where Ross doesn't get turned around in time and sprays the front of him about 4 times. It so could happen though if you don't pay attention to what you're doing in there. There's a lot of prep work before you get in. Thank goodness there were no mirrors in the booth!! You have to stand awkwardly and with your fingers in a curled position as if you have arthritis so bad you can't move them. It's actually quiet comical. I'm pretty dark and so far no streaks or misses. We'll find out in the morning once I've had a shower. I wanted somewhat of a tan for Easter. As of right now, I'd do it again. It only lasts for about a week though but it seems to be pretty awesome for a quick color fix! Well, I'm off to boil some eggs so we can color them tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-2149958385165445885?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/2149958385165445885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/2149958385165445885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/2149958385165445885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/me.html' title='ME'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SeABb3q_6XI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iWZjNhzqqOw/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-389366901896341517</id><published>2009-04-09T22:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:17:49.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sd6sQK6j2qI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yRfBgaovfJ4/s1600-h/moto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322881203406363298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sd6sQK6j2qI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yRfBgaovfJ4/s400/moto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm making this really short because my kitchen is a total wreck! I made peanut butter eggs tonight and was doing well to finish them up before "C" came crying ready for bed. I have a ton to do before Easter gets here, which by the way we're having at our house this year. I mowed the grass so that's ready to hide eggs, although now that I think about it, maybe I should have left the grass longer...oh well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm totally psyched..."M" found an awesome deal on a 2001 Harley Davidson Fatboy. It's nice and well equipped! Things worked out and we (well, "M") is the proud owner of it! Too bad it's supposed to rain the rest of the week. We still have to get some gear and we're set to ride! I also mailed in our first deposit down for the beach house so we're halfway there! It has turned out to be a great day! Now, I'm off to clean up the kitchen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-389366901896341517?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/389366901896341517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/389366901896341517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/389366901896341517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-day.html' title='Great Day'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sd6sQK6j2qI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yRfBgaovfJ4/s72-c/moto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-6230918170222416801</id><published>2009-04-08T15:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:15:45.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sdz3yUUGUZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/N9hUZYfhtrQ/s1600-h/wednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322401303463612818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sdz3yUUGUZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/N9hUZYfhtrQ/s400/wednesday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ready or not...it's Would You Wednesday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you rather...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;notice live maggots in your Milky Way after you've eaten two big bites &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;find a few pubic hairs at the bottom of your Caesar salad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-6230918170222416801?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6230918170222416801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/would-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/6230918170222416801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/6230918170222416801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/would-you.html' title='Would You...'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sdz3yUUGUZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/N9hUZYfhtrQ/s72-c/wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-4418117600080610783</id><published>2009-04-07T22:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:25:21.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdwLDNua1ZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Kvw59ywkkP0/s1600-h/log.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322141009496954258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdwLDNua1ZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Kvw59ywkkP0/s400/log.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've told you guys before how much we enjoy poop at our house...well, lil' "C" is joining right in. "M" put "C" in the shower with him this morning and after they were done, brought him to me while I was cleaning out the kids closet. He wanted down so "M" let him run wild. I heard a small grunt and before I could get turned around, "C was already standing beside me. I didn't think much about it. I got up a few minutes later and turned around to find a light brown log laying on the floor. Nice!!!! The small grunt I heard was "C" dropping one for me on the carpet. I immediately go to find him to make sure there's no poop hanging from him or smeared across his butt while he's climbing on furniture or scooting across any other carpet. Sure enough, he had to be cleaned off...thank goodness he didn't smear it anywhere else! I go back to pick up the log that he graciously left for me and clean his "spot". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-4418117600080610783?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4418117600080610783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-told-you-guys-before-how-much-we.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4418117600080610783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4418117600080610783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-told-you-guys-before-how-much-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdwLDNua1ZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Kvw59ywkkP0/s72-c/log.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-8613662390764993957</id><published>2009-04-06T21:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:50:33.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Duhuh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdqxXZAvORI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9UI2WtRGDPs/s1600-h/meds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321760925100751122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdqxXZAvORI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9UI2WtRGDPs/s400/meds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hair is blonde but only because of a box...although sometimes the stuff I do, I really wonder if it should truly be blonde. Tonight I gave "C" his allergy medicine...or what I thought was his allergy meds. As I sat down right after I gave it to him, the name of the generic kept running through my head. For some reason I thought that doesn't sound right. I got back up and checked and sure enough what I gave him was generic Zantac that he took a few months ago. I thought I was giving him his Zyrtec...oops!! So last night and tonight he was heartburn free...not that he has it but I guess I was preventing it lol I can laugh now but I fixed the whole thing and we're back on track. Not sure how that mix up really happened. I guess either "M" or I was in the med cabinet and laid some out to get something else and swapped the bottles by mistake. Other than that, not much of anything else going on here. I took the boys to their playgroup Easter Party today. They had a great time...sugar and hunting Easter eggs...what more could a kid ask for! Both are in bed fast asleep...I'm trying to swap out winter for spring/summer clothes, although I'm really wondering if I should do that yet seeing as it was 80 degrees yesterday and 40 some today and a chance of snow tonight...gotta love WV weather...or spring..not sure which! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-8613662390764993957?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8613662390764993957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/duhuh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/8613662390764993957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/8613662390764993957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/duhuh.html' title='Duhuh'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdqxXZAvORI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9UI2WtRGDPs/s72-c/meds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-4153870334859263876</id><published>2009-04-04T19:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:12:31.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg Huntin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdfpTNXSA_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/c-wmGWIgkCI/s1600-h/egghunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320978000975627250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdfpTNXSA_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/c-wmGWIgkCI/s400/egghunt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took "B" to an "Easter Bunny Hunt" as he calls it....which is really an egg hunt. He went to one last year but was a little too young. This year he knew what he had to do...especially when he found out there was candy inside. His only problem...he wants to stop and open every egg to see what's inside. I tried explaining that he picks up however many eggs he wants and open them afterwards. He finally started catching on really started racking them up. Although he didn't get a lucky egg, he still had a blast! We have one more tomorrow at my mom's work. I'll be taking "C" with us as they have a section for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My uncle is in from TN so we went to visit him and spent all afternoon at my maw-maw's. The kids are pretty tired and so am I. Not much else went on and I'm heading to put them in the tub! Hope you guys enjoy the rest of your evening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-4153870334859263876?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4153870334859263876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/egg-huntin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4153870334859263876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4153870334859263876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/egg-huntin.html' title='Egg Huntin&apos;'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdfpTNXSA_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/c-wmGWIgkCI/s72-c/egghunt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-1098008840695161876</id><published>2009-04-03T19:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:22:55.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdaaSvHXBzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/eHqT1mO6mqY/s1600-h/blah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320609656460478258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdaaSvHXBzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/eHqT1mO6mqY/s400/blah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have done nothing today. I got up and completed my work out and after that, a BIG nada! It's cold and rainy here today and I haven't even left the house. I did get a shower and my hair went right back up in a ponytail! I did do a couple loads of laundry and ran the dishwasher. Before "M" left for work we all took a nap. That was nice...can't remember the last time I had a nap! I'm taking "B" to an egg hunt tomorrow and the weather is supposed to be back up in the 60's and sunny so we're excited about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This just in...What in the heck goes through kids heads??? I'm trying to get things picked up around here before the kids get ready for bed and as I'm yelling at "B" for the...let's see...15th time to get his toys picked up, he takes a small dump truck from his toy box and chuck's it across the room. I'm just looking at him and he smiles and pretends to start juggling! Where in the world has he seen anyone juggle and what would possess him to start now?? We've been in the house for one day so I'm not chalking it up to cabin fever. All the while this is going on, "C" is obsessed with the trash can and is constantly pulling things back out - even with the child locks on the door. I won't hear him doing it and walk in the kitchen to find a mess that looks like a cat tore into a trash bag. Just pieces of crap and paper towels strung out all over. I think tonight I could lose my mind!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-1098008840695161876?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1098008840695161876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/blah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/1098008840695161876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/1098008840695161876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdaaSvHXBzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/eHqT1mO6mqY/s72-c/blah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-5320825246402497843</id><published>2009-04-02T22:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:53:10.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo-Boo's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdV55Z8ks4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/1NcNyaokyiw/s1600-h/screamingboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320292561932563330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdV55Z8ks4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/1NcNyaokyiw/s400/screamingboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"B" was outside playing today. I noticed as he flew by me on his Diego Trike that his big toe was all tore up and bleeding. I should have kept my big mouth shut, but I had to ask what happen. He instantly started crying and told me some story about he scratched it on the front porch. I'm sitting there listening has his cries intensify thinking, that's so not how that happened and had I not said anything, he wouldn't have even noticed it. I told him I was gonna clean it up and he fought me...literally pulling on me and trying to keep me from going back in the house. We finally agreed to just put shoes (remember the size 12 play shoes lol...if not, read a few posts back) and socks on. Everything is great until bath time. I put him in the tub and this blood curdling scream comes out of his tiny body...we had both forgotten about his toe. Tears start to pour and he's hopping on one foot. I'm trying to get him to sit down before he falls. He sits but has his leg propped up so the water can't hit it. I finally convince him to just suck it up and submerge it in the water for a second and the burning will stop. I'm practically holding his foot in the water lol (i'm so mean) It stops burning and he enjoys the rest of his bath. When I get him out, I can see there's dirt still in the scratch. I put him on the sink kicking and screaming so I can get the peroxide out. I'm explaining to him that it will turn white on his boo-boo and be really cold. I don't remember this stuff burning when I was a kid but evidently it does...I poured some on his toe and the blood curdling screams came back. I start blowing on his toe to stop the burning as I'm pouring more on there. We get it cleaned out and now it's time for neosporin and a band-aid. Of course I can't find the cute little kid band-aids so he has to settle for a plain one. He once again starts screaming and pleading with me to stop. I finally get the band-aid on and put him in the floor. Poor thing is not able to walk. He starts hopping on one foot telling me that he has to go sit down because his toe hurts "weally bad". After a few minutes, he gives me a hug and kiss and says the hurting is gone! He can finally walk again!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-5320825246402497843?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5320825246402497843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/boo-boos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/5320825246402497843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/5320825246402497843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/boo-boos.html' title='Boo-Boo&apos;s'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdV55Z8ks4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/1NcNyaokyiw/s72-c/screamingboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-7044265989764858904</id><published>2009-04-01T17:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:19:58.559-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='qawse'/><title type='text'>Would You Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdPofR7_DnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qlOIc-fi1g0/s1600-h/wednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319851208943275634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdPofR7_DnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qlOIc-fi1g0/s400/wednesday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received a book as a gag gift for Christmas (thanks Caroline) and thought I would put it to good use...not sure how GOOD it will be, but it is very interesting and stupidly funny! It's called &lt;strong&gt;Would you rather...?&lt;/strong&gt; by Justin Heimberg &amp;amp; David Gomberg. Every Wednesday, I'll share a question with you. You are more than welcome to leave your response or keep them to yourself. Since today is the start of Would You Wednesday, I'll leave you with two thoughts. Hope you enjoy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you rather...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;belch the sound of a gong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sneeze the sound of a bowling strike?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you rather...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;vomit marbles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sweat cheese?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told you these were really stupid!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-7044265989764858904?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7044265989764858904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/would-you-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/7044265989764858904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/7044265989764858904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/would-you-wednesday.html' title='Would You Wednesday'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdPofR7_DnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qlOIc-fi1g0/s72-c/wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-89188950224923917</id><published>2009-04-01T16:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:44:27.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Results of the Joke...</title><content type='html'>Well, I get an A+ for effort...I had my joke all laid out.  I called the secretary at "M's" work to have her pass along a note that read "Please call Myra Maines at 555-555-5555 in reference to a complaint" for the Chief.  The phone number given was to a funeral home...get it??  She took the note to the "target" and he made the call....only he just asked for Myra instead of the whole name.  So the guy who answered the phone at the funeral home just told him there was no one there by the name of Myra.  Dang it!!  It took him all day to figure out who did it and I heard the secretary finally ratted me out.  It was good while it lasted!  Oh well, you can be sure I'll try again next year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-89188950224923917?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/89188950224923917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/results-of-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/89188950224923917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/89188950224923917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/results-of-joke.html' title='Results of the Joke...'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-7887279608920709571</id><published>2009-04-01T08:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:58:13.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdNk3pJDDXI/AAAAAAAAAIE/F-b1zFujquE/s1600-h/foolsday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319706491954072946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdNk3pJDDXI/AAAAAAAAAIE/F-b1zFujquE/s400/foolsday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy April Fool's Day everyone! I love this day...I try to get as many jokes in as I can. Right now I'm planning one for "M's" boss at work. I can't wait. I really only know one good one that I get on someone new each year. I'll see who else may be on the "hit list" for today....Happy Joking!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-7887279608920709571?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7887279608920709571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/7887279608920709571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/7887279608920709571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fool&apos;s'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdNk3pJDDXI/AAAAAAAAAIE/F-b1zFujquE/s72-c/foolsday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-7734011407865807815</id><published>2009-03-31T21:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:30:30.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Bound...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdLJNWZPD2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/uqDz3pOmieA/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319535341064884066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdLJNWZPD2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/uqDz3pOmieA/s400/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we're heading to the beach for vacation. We weren't able to go last year due to the Hurricane's hitting the coast. I'm psyched to be going. I love the beach, more so laying out than getting in water that I can't see what's swimming underneath me. I'm scared to death of getting stung by a jellyfish! So far that hasn't happened...(knock on wood). The laying out in the sun is catching up with me though as I just turned 30 last month and I am finding wrinkles. I'm working on reversing that also, but everyone looks way better with a tan!! I have a goal to lose 20-25 lbs before we go...I started counting calories and working out Monday. So far, so good. I'm trying to keep my calories around 1200 a day. I bought a Biggest Loser CardioMax DVD that is awesome! I highly recommend that to anyone! Bob, Jillian, and Kim are all on there. There's a 5 min warm-up and then Bob has a 10 min session and then there's a 5 min cool down. You do this for the first week or two (depending on your level) and then you add Jillian's part in addition to Bob's for the next couple of weeks and then the last 2 weeks you had Kim's workout. I'm sweating in the warm-up lol Bob loves to do squats and lunges. After I did the DVD yesterday, I walked with "B" in the stroller for 45 min and then last night played Wii fit for an hour. Today, my butt and hamstrings are so sore that I can't squat or bend over lol So needless to say, I didn't do the DVD today. I'm getting ready to workout with Bob and hoping that the soreness will be gone very soon!! Wish me luck...I'm very determined to drop the pounds!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-7734011407865807815?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7734011407865807815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/beach-bound.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/7734011407865807815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/7734011407865807815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/beach-bound.html' title='Beach Bound...'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdLJNWZPD2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/uqDz3pOmieA/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-7444311909538146299</id><published>2009-03-31T09:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:37:29.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdIcMvX52SI/AAAAAAAAAH0/OwOugoMfcso/s1600-h/spring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319345115078711586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdIcMvX52SI/AAAAAAAAAH0/OwOugoMfcso/s400/spring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this somewhere and thought it would be fun to post. 6 things you love or hate about Spring...it can be 6 words, 6 phrases, 6 sentences, 6 pictures, 6 videos, etc....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I love Spring weather!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Spring puts me in the mood to throw things out and clean really good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I love to open my windows and let fresh air in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I love Spring because it means Summer is on it's way (which usually equals a trip to the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;beach)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Most everyone is happy for a little while...sunshine does wonders!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) I hate the allergies, headaches, and snot it brings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel free to comment on your 6 best or worst things about Spring! Happy Spring!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and by the way, nothing exciting happened today.  It was nice and sunny here so we were outside all day.  Have a good evening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1260883501397454748-7444311909538146299?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7444311909538146299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/7444311909538146299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/7444311909538146299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-time.html' title='Spring Time'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdIcMvX52SI/AAAAAAAAAH0/OwOugoMfcso/s72-c/spring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-6496701010947838431</id><published>2009-03-31T09:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:12:55.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jabber Jaws</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdIWyi2JzcI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GXIskeqvYWQ/s1600-h/jaws.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319339167481187778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdIWyi2JzcI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GXIskeqvYWQ/s400/jaws.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't realized until this morning that "B" talks non-stop. I heard/felt him climb into our bed this morning around 6:30. I thought for sure given the time, he'd just go back to sleep. Boy was I wrong! He started talking about how big he was getting and how much bigger he was than "C". Then he went into talking all about the beach and we couldn't get in because there are "great big sharks" in there. After that I'm not even sure what he said...all I know is this went on until 7:30. "C" finally woke up and wanted to play. I'm still not sure why "B" was up so early but I know he has not stopped talking all morning. I'm not sure why I haven't noticed this before....when they're babies all we want is for them to talk and now all we want is for them to shut up! lol "M" is off today so we'll see what kind of exciting adventure we'll get into today...maybe another mall trip haha - don't think so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-6496701010947838431?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6496701010947838431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/jabber-jaws.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/6496701010947838431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/6496701010947838431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/jabber-jaws.html' title='Jabber Jaws'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdIWyi2JzcI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GXIskeqvYWQ/s72-c/jaws.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-4758682404505569684</id><published>2009-03-30T08:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:12:35.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>by the way</title><content type='html'>as i was going to bed last night, i made a stop to the potty.  as i turn around to sit down, i notice something peeking out of the hole.  i'm thinking, what the heck is in the toilet?  i stick my hand, well half of my arm, in the cold water and pull out a round magnet that goes to the boys magnadoodle.  if i would not have turned on the light, i would have never known.  maybe i'm better off not knowing...anything! lol  Have a wonderful Monday morning!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-4758682404505569684?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4758682404505569684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/by-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4758682404505569684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4758682404505569684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/by-way.html' title='by the way'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-1847440660359436172</id><published>2009-03-29T19:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:52:47.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdAJyJ6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_r-3TNUeWc8/s1600-h/milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318761917184482850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdAJyJ6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_r-3TNUeWc8/s400/milk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the heck...is tonight a full moon? "B" seems to be possessed by some unknown force today. Way worse than normal lol I've cleaned up two completely full glasses of milk spilled...and when milk spills, it just doesn't stay in a little puddle, it seems to splash all over the walls, ceiling, cabinets..everywhere! Not once ( I remind you) but TWICE I've cleaned up milk. Then, daddy gives him a giant spoon full of peanut butter...harmless right?? WRONG! They decided to take a shower this morning so "M" tells him to give the spoon to mommy. Does that happen??? NOOOOOOOOOOO He runs in the kitchen and slings the spoon in the sink. No big deal I thought....until I get up and walk in the kitchen. There's a huge blob of peanut butter that I almost step in lying on the floor. So I'm trying to get that cleaned up before my little vacuum cleaner ("C") comes to eat it. I get that cleaned up. And why is it that once the phone rings, this triggers something in kids heads to immediately start screaming and wanting things?? To stop that, I gave "B" some crackers in a bowl and sent him on his way. I walk into the living room and where are they??? Spread out all over the floor and he and "C" are like maggots on roadkill hoovering over them shoving them in as fast as they can. Normally this wouldn't bother me and I'd just vacuum the crumbs up, but when I've spent all morning cleaning up messes, it's starting to get to me...JUST A LITTLE! (can you tell yet haha) The late afternoon goes mess free....until "M" stops by. He's working and was bringing us some freshly made kettle corn - the highlight of my day!! Just before he walks in the door, "B" has to go to the bathroom. So "C" is right on his heels following him. I heard "B" shut the door so we couldn't hear them. "M" comes in and asks where the kids are. I just looked at him and said I tied them up lol He just stops and looks at me. I never cracked a smile and he asked me again where they were. I told him they were tied up. He gets very quiet and listens...he hears nothing lol So he finally yells "B" come here, daddy's home. A few seconds pass and still silence (i'm loving this lol). He just looks at me like he's starting to believe I actually tied them up. Finally, "B" comes tearing out of the bathroom. He asks "B" where he was and he tells him "peeing". "M" leaves to go back out on the road and I go to turn the bathroom light off. As I walk in, what do you think I see?? A HUGE puddle of pee in the middle of the floor that is starting to soak into the corner of my rug. I'm livid now! The pee is 1/2 foot away from "B's" potty and instead of it being in there, it's in my floor! I ask "B" why there's pee in the floor and he said he couldn't find his potty. So I busted his butt and made HIM clean it up (mean mommy I know!) Only a few more minutes until bed time...I can not wait!! I'm hoping and praying that tomorrow is nothing like today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-1847440660359436172?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1847440660359436172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/wth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/1847440660359436172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/1847440660359436172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/wth.html' title='WTH'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SdAJyJ6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_r-3TNUeWc8/s72-c/milk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-1955887105680459260</id><published>2009-03-26T17:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T18:27:36.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to the Mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/ScwBUA1Db3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/20YBA4bl5x8/s1600-h/easter+bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317626703349247858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/ScwBUA1Db3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/20YBA4bl5x8/s400/easter+bunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"M" was off today and like any other day he has off, we spend the first couple of hours trying to decide what to do. It has poured the rain all day!! We decided to take the kids to the mall and get pics with the Easter Bunny and try to find their Easter outfits. "M" wanted to try and find some running shorts too. We arrive at the mall (and it's still pouring the rain) and get everything and everyone all situated. We head for the bunny first to see how bad the line is and when their breaks are. We're in luck...no line and he was just sitting there waiting for screaming kids! Mine however, did excellent! Both were smiling and the pics turned out awesome. I think to myself...good 1 down, 3 to go. Next we stopped at Gymboree and found nothing for the kids. We finally went to Sears and I found matching (gag, I know...but I wanted them to be dressed alike but in different colors) outfits. "B" will be wearing black dress pants with a blue dress shirt and a grey/black stripped vest with a blue and pink tie (very cute!!). "C" has the exact same set up only his dress shirt is green and the tie is green and black stripped. However, we didn't make it out of there without a complete meltdown. (Since "C's" surgery, he's been very clingy to me...I can not leave his sight without a total scream fest!) In the middle of trying to find his pant size, he refused to stay in the stroller and would only be held by me. I'm trying to get his jeans off to try on his dress pants while "M" is trying to help me. "B" is running around looking at all of the clothes. He yells out at the top of his lungs, "Mommy, I found Diego underwear. I can wear these tonight!" In the stroller they go, along with a DVD that he found just minutes before and a Mickey Mouse outfit that he tore apart, tags and all. I'm starting to sweat by now because it's literally 80+ degrees in Sears and we're on the top floor. There is another couple shopping kid free a couple rows over. I can clearly see him giving us dirty looks as she is smirking. I think to myself, at this point it will only take me about 2 seconds to knock that smirk clear off her face and I'm pretty sure I could take him too! I'm sure I was probably the same way before I had kids but now that I have them, I realize that everyone goes through this and if we can limit the items getting tossed in the cart or stroller and the yelling is kept to a minimal, then we're doing great! "B" finally announces (very loudly) that he "has to pee". "M" and "B" go off to the bathrooms and I take a minute and get regrouped and the stroller reorganized. "C" is back in the stroller with cheese puffs and juice (that I spilled out in the floor along with every other item out of the diaper bag) only wearing socks and his onesie. (Can't you just see this now? Go ahead and laugh, I am now lol) I think half of the screaming battle was the heat! I get his outfit put back together on the hanger and proceed to the check-out...2 down...1 to go. We're off to Dick's to find some running shorts...no luck - strike 3! We stop at American Cookie to get the boys their free cookie for visiting the bunny. Everyone is still remaining calm...especially "M" which is great! We make one last stop at Border's Book Store. I take the kids to the back and read books while "M" is looking around. I found a couple of books that the Easter Bunny will be bringing and a book about the real meaning of Easter. Once again we're headed to the check-out and we're done! Despite the one and only breakdown in Sears, we did very well for a family trip to the mall...one that will last "M" up until Christmas lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-1955887105680459260?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1955887105680459260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/trip-to-mall.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/1955887105680459260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/1955887105680459260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/trip-to-mall.html' title='Trip to the Mall'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/ScwBUA1Db3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/20YBA4bl5x8/s72-c/easter+bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-8726899223259115994</id><published>2009-03-25T19:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:52:43.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/ScrDnLzcdII/AAAAAAAAAHM/eHQRiITfRX8/s1600-h/surveysays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317277388015170690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/ScrDnLzcdII/AAAAAAAAAHM/eHQRiITfRX8/s400/surveysays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this questionnaire today and thought I would post my findings...I asked "B", who is 3, the following questions and here are his answers....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. What is something mom always says to you? No hitting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. What makes mom happy? Scooter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. What makes mom sad? sad stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. How does your mom make you laugh? playing football&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. What was your mom like as a child? she could ride a scooter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. How old is your mom? 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. How tall is your mom? big&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. What is her favorite thing to do? clean the sink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. What does your mom do when you're not around? play toys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for? for being old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. What is your mom really good at? grocery shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. What is your mom not very good at? cartoons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. What does your mom do for her job? working and picking stuff up for a party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. What is your mom's favorite food? apples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. What makes you proud of your mom? hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be? scooby doo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. What do you and your mom do together? make lemonade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. How are you and your mom the same? i am your boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. How are you and your mom different? mommy is a girl and &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;"b"&lt;/span&gt; is a boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. How do you know your mom loves you? hugs and kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Where is your mom's favorite place to go? pittsburgh lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-8726899223259115994?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8726899223259115994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/survey-says.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/8726899223259115994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/8726899223259115994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/survey-says.html' title='Survey Says...'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/ScrDnLzcdII/AAAAAAAAAHM/eHQRiITfRX8/s72-c/surveysays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-8560704705326651713</id><published>2009-03-24T09:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:36:49.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Scjh0A7VCmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/exveHAwZplI/s1600-h/springfever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316747643829160546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Scjh0A7VCmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/exveHAwZplI/s400/springfever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got up around 6:30 this morning have gone full speed since. I've made breakfast, cleaned up the mess, finished 2 loads of laundry, cleaned the bathroom and am currently starting on the rest of the house...or trying to. I had to take a break to rant for a second because my little rugrats are about to do me in! As fast as I can get things picked up and move to another section to pick up, the littlest one is right behind me pulling out what I just picked up. He's a fast little booger!! "B" is circling around me riding his scooter so I'm trying not to get ran over or trip and fall over him. I have made the mistake of already pulling out the Easter eggs for them to play with. Neither one of them can tolerate the eggs put together...so they both sit and pull them apart, put them back in the bucket, stand up and dump them over their heads...sending parts all OVER the place. "M" just goes insane when he sees it and I think I'm almost with him. I however, can not stand them apart, so I sit and put them all together (just a vicious cycle!) "C" figured out how to unscrew his sippy cup (how, I have yet to figure that out) and dump half of his milk out all over the kitchen floor and then proceed to walk through it and splash in it. Awww to be a kid again!! I have spring fever really bad and I am ready to throw everything out! But, as I get ready to toss some things, I see a potential yard sale growing. So I start throwing it all in a box for another day to tag and sale...gotta make a buck where ya can! Well, now that I have that off of my chest, I'll get back to cleaning....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-8560704705326651713?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8560704705326651713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/8560704705326651713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/8560704705326651713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-fever.html' title='Spring Fever'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Scjh0A7VCmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/exveHAwZplI/s72-c/springfever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-8959916471118833309</id><published>2009-03-23T14:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:30:50.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/ScfVTSkgogI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7yFnJyXBS28/s1600-h/shoechart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316452412513362434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/ScfVTSkgogI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7yFnJyXBS28/s400/shoechart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm not the perfect mom that I strive to be...If shoes were not a requirement in places or due to the weather, I would be perfectly happy without any (for my kids that is...I LOVE shoes). "B" has outgrown his play shoes. He told me for two days that his feet hurt and his poor little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pinky&lt;/span&gt; toes had blisters from where we were playing outside so much. So I took him to, where else...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart (missed ya Sara). The mall is only 20 min away but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart is about 2 so if they have it, I will buy it. We go back to the shoe dept and the shoes he currently has on are size 11. I have no idea what his old play shoes were because I forgot to look. We try a pair of 11's on and his toe is at the end of the shoe. I had always heard to leave a thumb length distance at the end for growth. Well, those were too small (or so I thought). So we try the 12's on and they have the right distance (or so I thought). "B" chooses the orange and black Starter shoes. We buy them and that's all the thought I gave to it. Yesterday evening "M" is putting his shoes on and is yelling, you bought this kid boats for shoes. These are way too big for him. I'm like stand him up and then feel. Nothing else was said. We're at the park today with a couple of friends and they notice his shoes. So I'm telling them the story and about how I suck at finding shoes for him because I never know if I'm really feeling his toes or not. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LateNightRantingsofAToddlerMom&lt;/span&gt; feels his foot and informs me that he has about a thumb or two lengths &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; Oh well, at least we'll have play shoes from now until he's 5! Next time, A, you're coming shoe shopping with us!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-8959916471118833309?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8959916471118833309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/8959916471118833309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/8959916471118833309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoes.html' title='Shoes'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/ScfVTSkgogI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7yFnJyXBS28/s72-c/shoechart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-981301326042506784</id><published>2009-03-23T08:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:43:38.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Results Are In...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SceD8xdZWYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/okA9xcr0BsA/s1600-h/benign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316362965226183042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SceD8xdZWYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/okA9xcr0BsA/s400/benign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"C's" biopsy was benign!! We're so thankful and relieved. We can finally sleep without worrying about what's coming. Life can go on and we know that "C" is back to himself and healthy!! We have been blessed beyond belief and are truly thankful for all the prayers that were sent up! When the doctor's office called, it was the nurse and she asked if I could hold for Dr. Losee. Of course I said yes and then was put on hold in complete silence! I looked at Mark and told him Dr. Losee wanted to talk to us personally and they were getting him. The one minute I was on hold seemed like an eternity! The nurse finally came back on and kind of laughed and said we have good news. I just wanted to cry! She was apologizing for leaving us on hold so long as they were trying to get him out of a room to come to the phone. Once he was ready, he was so relieved to tell us the news. I think everyone kind of expected the worse because of his age and the size of the tumor they took out. He called it cranial fasciitis...which is scar tissue that some kids are born with or develop. It's rare but he said the chances of it coming back or growing somewhere else is very slim. So for right now and hopefully forever...we're out of the woods and plan on staying that way!! Praise GOD!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-981301326042506784?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/981301326042506784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/results-are-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/981301326042506784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/981301326042506784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/results-are-in.html' title='The Results Are In...'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SceD8xdZWYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/okA9xcr0BsA/s72-c/benign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-5222971089365066668</id><published>2009-03-22T08:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T08:18:48.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/ScYsofz58QI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Yd1-m1iwH7U/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315985484403044610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/ScYsofz58QI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Yd1-m1iwH7U/s400/happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"C" is finally getting back to himself! This morning is the first time I've seen that since he's been sick. He's been real fussy and clingy. He got up on his own this morning and actually wanted down to walk. He's been wanting me to carry him all over the house. He would get down and play for about 20 min tops, but other than that, he has wanted to sit on my lap or go wherever I've gone. After about two days of that, it was getting on my nerves. I couldn't get things done because I was always have to cart him around. Today he's playing with toys, walking all over the house, and engaging with "B" again. I am so thankful...I was really starting to get a little worried that maybe surgery had changed his personality. He has always been very independent and would just play on his own and for the last week he's been totally the opposite. The antibiotics must have really kicked in and starting to clear up his ear infection/cold. Yeah!! I'm so excited that I have my "C" back!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-5222971089365066668?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5222971089365066668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/5222971089365066668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/5222971089365066668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/ScYsofz58QI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Yd1-m1iwH7U/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-6278171395537745898</id><published>2009-03-21T09:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:24:33.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/ScTqiR_S6gI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lhp0TT0DfNY/s1600-h/football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315631334869363202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/ScTqiR_S6gI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lhp0TT0DfNY/s400/football.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're taking "B" to a Lil' Pigskins Open House today. He's drove us nuts about playing football. I think he's too little and "C" will probably be the football player of the house, but "B" wants to try it out. Lil' Pigskins will teach him some of the basics of ball handling, running, and things like that. We'll see how that goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much else going on here. I took "C" back to the pediatrician for a follow-up and the antibiotic they originally put us on wasn't strong enough and "C" now has an ear infection....our first one ever! He told me to bump up his neb treatments and if his cough wasn't better by the middle of next week to bring him back. I'll be glad once Spring is finally here and all of the viruses kill off! It's supposed to be nice and warm here for the next week, so hopefully we can get the kids back outside and run some of the pent up energy off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-6278171395537745898?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6278171395537745898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/running-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/6278171395537745898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/6278171395537745898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/running-around.html' title='Running Around'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/ScTqiR_S6gI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lhp0TT0DfNY/s72-c/football.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-4686299247363238894</id><published>2009-03-20T08:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:39:36.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/ScOOgOuSz9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/a-lXRsCRON0/s1600-h/tulips_yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315248669586542546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/ScOOgOuSz9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/a-lXRsCRON0/s400/tulips_yellow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"M" and "B" were outside yesterday evening. I was inside cooking dinner with "C". All of a sudden, "B" comes running in with two yellow tulips. He's very excited and says, "Look mommy, I brought you some flowers." I said, "Thanks" and he went back outside. I didn't think much about it, I put them in a cup of water, and went on cooking. A few minutes later, he came back in with a huge handful of green stems and leaves. I finally ask where he's getting these and he says from the school. (we live beside of an elem school) I look outside and he has been playing in their flower garden (a different one from where he pooped the day before) and totally demolished their tulip plants that have just started to grow. I explained to him that he can't pull those up or play in them. He just looks up at me and says, "But mom, I just wanted to bring you some flowers." How sweet! I told him that was very nice of him and I really liked them, but he can't pull up someone else flowers. Now, if he'll only continue to give flowers when he's older...he'll have it made!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-4686299247363238894?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4686299247363238894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/flowers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4686299247363238894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4686299247363238894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/ScOOgOuSz9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/a-lXRsCRON0/s72-c/tulips_yellow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-371618725386642774</id><published>2009-03-18T16:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:46:16.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You just never know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/ScFdkfcS3KI/AAAAAAAAAGM/OK10BZBThZ0/s1600-h/muddy+tires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314631916770745506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/ScFdkfcS3KI/AAAAAAAAAGM/OK10BZBThZ0/s400/muddy+tires.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's going to happen here. I'm sitting on the couch trying to get "C" down for a nap and "M" and "B" are outside washing the cars...or so I think. All of a sudden, "B" comes in the house...minus underwear and his shorts. He proceeds to climb up on the couch beside me, bends over with his butt in my face and says, "Mom, wipe my butt please!" I just look at him upside down and ask where his clothes are. He very proudly told me that he pooped in his garden and ran over it. Number 1...we have no garden and Number 2...ran over it?? I get him wiped and lay "C" down. I go outside to find "B's" clothes and I see "M" coming with "B's" lawn mower in hand heading towards the water hose with what looks like mud on the tires. I said, "What are you guys doing out here?" "M" just looks at me and says "I'm going to rinse his tires off." I said, "Why, what's on them?" "M" looks at me and says "What do you think it is?" I reply back, "I think it looks like mud, but from what I've heard, "B" pooped in his garden and then apparently ran over it with his lawn mower." "M" just said, "Yep and proceeds to spray the tires off." End of conversation LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-371618725386642774?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/371618725386642774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-just-never-know.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/371618725386642774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/371618725386642774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-just-never-know.html' title='You just never know'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/ScFdkfcS3KI/AAAAAAAAAGM/OK10BZBThZ0/s72-c/muddy+tires.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-4647851685435334475</id><published>2009-03-17T07:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:42:37.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Answered Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sb-MmQfVAkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/rEwfGrQKA-8/s1600-h/prayers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314120674209759810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sb-MmQfVAkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/rEwfGrQKA-8/s400/prayers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we're back from Pittsburgh and "C" is doing phenomenal! I am totally amazed at how well he's doing. Upon discharge, we were sent home with no head bandages and only a band aid where his drain tube was. I gave him a bath last night and washed his incision and then smeared neosporin all over it. Some places look like the stitches have already dissolved. His eye was swollen shut but that is all the way open now and the bruising is starting to fade. He has a faint yellowish bruise around the incision but other than that, is looking good! I am very thankful for all of the prayers we received! I know people all over were praying for us. We go back to Pa in a couple weeks for his post-op follow up. We're waiting to find out the biopsy results which we'll hopefully find out by the end of this week. The pathologist had no idea what was removed but the surgeon was able to remove the entire mass as it was self contained. So they're doing further testing on the mass to determine what it was. So, post surgery we're doing great! However, he has caught a cold or something. He's ran a fever on and off for the last two days and now has this nasty cough that the neb treatments aren't clearing. As soon as the dr's office opens this morning, I'll call and get an appt so we can get that taken care of. I've been up with him the last two nights and haven't stopped during the day....I'm starting to feel the lack of sleep. Thanks to those who have brought us dinner...you have no idea how much that means, especially since "C" is sick and won't let me do anything but sit and hold him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-4647851685435334475?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4647851685435334475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/answered-prayers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4647851685435334475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4647851685435334475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/answered-prayers.html' title='Answered Prayers'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sb-MmQfVAkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/rEwfGrQKA-8/s72-c/prayers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-4944776290426032466</id><published>2009-03-10T22:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:41:27.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sbcks79I7sI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7hBnBzgP0tw/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311754639933763266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sbcks79I7sI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7hBnBzgP0tw/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured I wouldn't get a chance to blog before we left, but this is some what like therapy for me lol  So "M" and I buzzed little "C's" hair tonight. I just can't imagine the thought of him going in for surgery and having his hair half shaved and the rest just left. I know that the nurses don't have time to give a proper hair cut before "C" has his surgery...they will only shave what they need to. Underneath all the hair that he had, it is actually really blonde...like white blonde. It's not as bad as I thought it would be, but for his first hair cut...it's a buzz cut. I can deal with this a lot better than I can knowing the "unknown" under his bandages. Not sure if I mentioned it before but he's getting cut from ear to ear through the hairline. So we're almost 100% packed. We have a couple bags in the car ready to go and will finish the rest in the morning. I'm off to bed to try and get some sleep. Hopefully more tonight because I'm sure tomorrow night will be less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-4944776290426032466?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4944776290426032466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4944776290426032466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4944776290426032466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sbcks79I7sI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7hBnBzgP0tw/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-6839466869727682369</id><published>2009-03-10T10:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:51:48.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots to Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SbZ-dSmToAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eD8AIJJu97c/s1600-h/todo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311571852203892738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SbZ-dSmToAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eD8AIJJu97c/s200/todo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I've already finished two loads of laundry, cleaned up the kitchen, cleaned the bathroom, and taken "C" for his 1 year check-up...no shots today, thank goodness, because of surgery. Which we'll have to go back for those once he's home and recovering. I still have a few more loads to do. I have a huge list of things to get done today/tonight so we'll be all ready to leave in the morning for Pittsburgh. We're on the downside now of this crazy race we've been running. I'll be so glad when the "mass" is gone and "C" will be all better. I want to thank all of you for your thoughts and prayers and for those of you who have sent cards/gifts. We really appreciate it! I still have to break all of this down for "B" so he'll know what to expect when he sees "C" in the hospital. Later this afternoon, I'm gonna wrap the head of one of his animals to show what "C" will look like once he has the "bump" taken out. So, I'm off to get things done...I'll let you all know how things went once we're back...which will hopefully be late Friday or Saturday if all goes well!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-6839466869727682369?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6839466869727682369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/lots-to-do.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/6839466869727682369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/6839466869727682369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/lots-to-do.html' title='Lots to Do'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SbZ-dSmToAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eD8AIJJu97c/s72-c/todo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-8580083246634501966</id><published>2009-03-08T10:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:18:25.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SbPTpD9zmlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/oQxQWN6TtZ4/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310821087992584786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SbPTpD9zmlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/oQxQWN6TtZ4/s200/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we went to my niece's 2nd Birthday party. It was at an indoor pool. The boys had an absolute blast. "M" got in with them...we put "B" in his swimmies and off he went..."C" was in a baby inflatable ring. "C" is a total fish! He was splashing, laughing, and trying to get whoever was holding him to let go so he could be on his own. "B" was jumping off the side of the pool and once he finally realized he could touch the bottom of the pool in the shallow end, he was walking all over the place. It was a great chance for "M" to spend some quality time with the boys before the next couple of crazy weeks start. I don't think "M" realizes how much it means to the kids when he takes the time to play with them. It was a great night! Happy 2nd Birthday Corinthia!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-8580083246634501966?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8580083246634501966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/water-babies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/8580083246634501966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/8580083246634501966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/water-babies.html' title='Water Babies'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SbPTpD9zmlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/oQxQWN6TtZ4/s72-c/050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-3607052778865005278</id><published>2009-03-07T08:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:16:15.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up way too fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SbJzi4Ue6PI/AAAAAAAAAFk/26hzKinh-bk/s1600-h/preschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310433953694279922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SbJzi4Ue6PI/AAAAAAAAAFk/26hzKinh-bk/s400/preschool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my baby (one of them) is officially signed up for preschool. I'm not sure that I'm ready for him to go, but he's very excited and loves his school! Everyone there is really nice and it comes equipped with cameras in every room so I can log on and see him at any time. So, starting in the fall, he'll be going Tuesday and Thursday from 12p-3pm. This all happens so fast...I can't believe he's old enough to start school. He'll be driving before I know it - ahhhhhhhh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also met a friend at the park yesterday so the boys could get out and run. We fed the ducks and played soccer. "B" has really improved with his dribbling since last year. I've noticed a huge difference. He's wanting to play again this summer....along with tee-ball and football. I guess he's gonna be my all-star player lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you guys enjoy the rest of your weekend as I'm off to get a birthday present for my niece's pool party tonight!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-3607052778865005278?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/3607052778865005278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/growing-up-way-too-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/3607052778865005278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/3607052778865005278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/growing-up-way-too-fast.html' title='Growing up way too fast'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SbJzi4Ue6PI/AAAAAAAAAFk/26hzKinh-bk/s72-c/preschool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-574197273173630228</id><published>2009-03-05T18:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:33:09.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishy Situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SbBhMGe74_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Xj047M-HvEc/s1600-h/goldfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309850821196506098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SbBhMGe74_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Xj047M-HvEc/s400/goldfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK...so I'm still a little disturbed about what just happened here. "M" and I walk into the living room to find "B" standing in front of our fish tank. (We just sat this tank up a couple days ago...we have/had 9 gold fish and 1 algae eater) The lid is up and the front of the tank is wet along with the bar where it's sitting. As I went to shut the lid, a horrendous fish smell smacked me in the face. As I'm looking at the tank, I see fish pieces laying on the bottom. I told "M" to come and look, that we have pieces. He's like what?? We then ask "B" what happened and he told us that he took the net, caught a fish, and chopped it up "so mommy, daddy, "c", and "b" could have fish for dinner. We're still not sure where the massacre took place. There are no pieces stuck to the net, on the bar, or in the floor. I am assuming that he maybe hit it up against the side of the tank for cornered it on the rocks and "chopped" it up that way??? As I'm standing there in complete aw, I'm thinking to myself that we have a little massacarist on our hands. I'm trying to figure out where he's seen someone chopping an animal or came up with the idea to do this. I often watch Food Network or Hell's Kitchen but Food Network doesn't chop up fish on tv (or what I've watched) and Hell's Kitchen comes on when he's in bed. He was very set on having this for dinner though. He was actually pretty proud of himself. We tried to explain that what he did was wrong. You can't chop up your pets. So, needless to say, we're getting rid of the tank until the boys are a little older. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-574197273173630228?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/574197273173630228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/fishy-situation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/574197273173630228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/574197273173630228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/fishy-situation.html' title='Fishy Situation'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SbBhMGe74_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Xj047M-HvEc/s72-c/goldfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-271237504472919363</id><published>2009-03-05T12:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:55:36.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SbASAod3V7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/UHieCK1_8aI/s1600-h/IM000353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309763762741794738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SbASAod3V7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/UHieCK1_8aI/s320/IM000353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 1st Birthday to "C"!! I can't believe my baby is one today. It seems like yesterday when I was bringing him home from the hospital. His first year has flown by!! He is such a happy baby...only cries when he wants food (which I swear he could eat all day if I let him) or when he's beyond sleepy. He's always smiling and loves to just sit and play (and tv, can't forget that he loves to watch tv!!) It's bittersweet for me...I'm happy to see him growing up but I know this will be my last baby. "M" is off today so we're taking the boys to the park then back home for a small celebration (he's already had his big party). So, Happy Birthday "C"...we love you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-271237504472919363?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/271237504472919363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-1st-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/271237504472919363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/271237504472919363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-1st-birthday.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday!!'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SbASAod3V7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/UHieCK1_8aI/s72-c/IM000353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-6308740545287193739</id><published>2009-03-03T08:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:59:49.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sa03mklI5jI/AAAAAAAAAFM/aUp7MLvLiwA/s1600-h/cleaningquote.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308960671533688370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sa03mklI5jI/AAAAAAAAAFM/aUp7MLvLiwA/s400/cleaningquote.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night everyone was fast asleep and I was wide awake. I'm sure the reason is nerves...who wouldn't be nervous with what we're facing this week and next, right? So when those set in, I go into a cleaning/throwing out frenzy ( I like to call it nesting without being pregnant lol). Unfortunately it started at like 10 o'clock last night. So I had the entire living room picked up in about 10 min. I took all of the tags off of "C's" new clothes he received for his bday and gathered up all the shoes, bibs, and socks lying around. I started some on the kitchen but didn't want to bang around too much...I've always been taught to let sleeping dogs lie! I finally get to bed around midnight. We're up bright and early around here so within about 1 hour of the kids being up, the living room is a total disaster! I once read somewhere that "Cleaning while you have kids is like Shoveling Snow while it's Snowing"...isn't that the truth!!!! (I found that saying by the way)  I bust my butt around here all to have the kids walking right behind me dragging everything back out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of the lower kitchen cabinets have child locks on them..."C" I think has already learned a huge pet peeve of mine (a drawer or cabinet cracked open) so he goes behind me in the kitchen pulling open the doors as far as he can get them before the latch catches. I go behind him closing them until I realize that he just keeps circling me. So I walk off and when he finds something else to do, I go back in and shut them all...again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm very anal about laundry also...especially when I'm in this frenzy. I took "C" last night to get some pics taken and I had washed a load of laundry before I left. When I got home "M" told me he put them in the dryer. I was thinking oh no but just said thanks. I asked him if he made sure there wasn't anything in there that needed to air dry. He's like nah...of course he's not gonna hang something up on a hanger and when I get to the bedroom, there's a mound of towels that he took out of the dryer and just threw on the bed. Why am I telling you all of this?? Because when I took the clothes out of the dryer this morning to fold them, I find clothes that should have been air dried!! I now have a pair of jeans that are too short to wear (can we say high water??) and too long to be capri's or cropped pants. So I have to call him just to let him know and he's riding around with his best friend. Of course they're making fun of me because according to men, when clothes are wet, you put them in the dryer to dry them....easy enough! Women make things so complicated they say lol The only thing I ask of "M" ever, is to never do laundry!! I will gladly stay up all hours of the night or do whatever it takes as long as he doesn't touch the washer and dryer lol Yes I'm laughing now but on the inside I'm crying because my favorite jeans are now high water ones! I hope you guys have a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-6308740545287193739?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6308740545287193739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/nesting.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/6308740545287193739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/6308740545287193739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/nesting.html' title='Nesting'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sa03mklI5jI/AAAAAAAAAFM/aUp7MLvLiwA/s72-c/cleaningquote.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-4117383240240341858</id><published>2009-03-02T08:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:07:05.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back to normal...well, normal pre-surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SavoAIBZjvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Fo_5Eybsxi0/s1600-h/morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308591674637258482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SavoAIBZjvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Fo_5Eybsxi0/s400/morning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the first morning "B" has woke up with little to no fever. I checked it while he was still in bed and it was 98.4. After about an hour of him up and moving, it was up to 99.9. I gave him another shot of motrin and he was off and playing. This is also the first day since Friday that he has gotten up off the couch. I'm glad he's feeling better! "C" had a blast last night at his party. He loved the icing and had it smeared all over his face. He scored lots of pj's and other cool gifts. I'm taking this morning to get my kitchen back together and the rest of the house picked up and gifts put away. I have to run some errands this afternoon. I'm hoping since "B" is feeling much better, he'll be back in his own bed tonight and will sleep all night! Maybe when he's 15 I'll get a full night of peaceful sleep...even then I doubt it! Happy Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-4117383240240341858?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4117383240240341858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-back-to-normalwell-normal-pre.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4117383240240341858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4117383240240341858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-back-to-normalwell-normal-pre.html' title='Getting back to normal...well, normal pre-surgery'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SavoAIBZjvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Fo_5Eybsxi0/s72-c/morning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-5715631566672614630</id><published>2009-03-01T13:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:17:28.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SarRK8L6-VI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PwhOtnBXkio/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308285096694577490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SarRK8L6-VI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PwhOtnBXkio/s400/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we are having "C's" very first birthday party (he actually turns 1 on the 5th). I have worked and worked on his cakes. I get excited when it's time to do it, but when the time is here and I'm on my fifth hour of working on it...I really start questioning why in the world I decided to make/decorate it. We're doing a Sesame Street theme so I added Big Bird, Elmo, and Cookie Monster to his big cake. For his personal cake to make one big mess out of, I just added Cookie. I'm really hoping he'll demolish his cake and make one big mess. I just love watching babies play and smear cake everywhere lol (Can you tell I haven't had to clean that mess up yet??) When "B" turned 1, he was sick the day of his party and didn't even fool with his cake. A couple days later he felt better so I at least have pics of him with it in front of him...he didn't seem interested in making a mess of it. I am very thankful that we are able to have his party today and share it with the people who care most about him! I just can't believe my baby is turning 1!! Where has the year gone???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-5715631566672614630?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5715631566672614630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/party-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/5715631566672614630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/5715631566672614630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/party-time.html' title='Party Time'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SarRK8L6-VI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PwhOtnBXkio/s72-c/046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-6637884067277449712</id><published>2009-02-28T08:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T08:29:54.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sak8SpEeN_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4WQr0NyFb08/s1600-h/sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307839926792763378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sak8SpEeN_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4WQr0NyFb08/s400/sick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when one of my kids are sick..."B" has been snottin' around for about a week. Thursday we were less snotty so I thought we were kickin' the whole thing. Boy was I wrong! Thursday evening he started coughing and through the night spiked a fever. When he woke up Friday morning, he just laid around saying, "I don't feel good." Anyone who knows "B", knows that he doesn't lay around. He is always active and always on the go. So I called the doctor and we went in. We were told he has a sinus infection, given antibiotics and was told to take Motrin/Tylenol for his fever. He laid around all day yesterday sleeping on and off. Between the calls for crushed ice and scratch my leg, I didn't get much done. I did throw a chicken in the oven to bake and did get "C's" birthday cake in to bake. We are supposed to go to a bday party today but will not be making that. Last night "B's" fever hit 104 so at 1:30 this morning, he was soaking in a tub of cool water and taking a hit of motrin. We were all back in bed by 2:30 and his fever reduced to 101. I guess he was fine after that because I passed right out. "M's" alarm went off sometime around 6 which I didn't even hear and next thing I know, he and "B" were getting out of the shower and it was 6:43am. "B's" fever was back up to 102 so I gave him a hit of Tylenol. The only thing he will eat is dry Honey Nut Cheerios...good thing I bought 3 boxes while I was at Kroger's a couple days ago. We've already went through one box! Tomorrow is "C's" First Bday party...the way things are going now, "B" and daddy will miss the party. The doctor told us yesterday by about 48 hours he should be back to normal...unless something drastically changes today, I don't see that happening. Well, I'm off to try and get my kitchen cleaned up and some laundry done. I gotta try and get the cake iced and decorated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-6637884067277449712?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6637884067277449712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick-kids.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/6637884067277449712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/6637884067277449712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick-kids.html' title='Sick Kids'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/Sak8SpEeN_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4WQr0NyFb08/s72-c/sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-8019466400143220315</id><published>2009-02-27T06:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T06:57:00.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I took "B" and "C" to Quantum Soccer.  This is a local indoor soccer arena.  They have recently added a huge inflatable slide/house and put out balls, hoola hoops, and fun noodles for the kids to go wild.  They can run the soccer field and just totally burn up energy.  "B" had a good time, as well as "C".  We met a few friends there and had a good time.  "B" and I then went shopping to finish up things for "C's" 1st Birthday Party this weekend.  "B" was starting to get a small cough by yesterday afternoon.  Last night he woke up coughing and with a fever.  It never fails that when we have a rough night, "M" gets called out.  The phone rings at 5:45 telling him he had to mark up by 6am.  So, needless to say, everyone was up.  "B" has just been lying around all morning so I'm waiting for 8am to get here so I can call the doctor.  I've gotta get him fixed before "C" catches this cold gone wrong.  We have to take "C" up to Pittsburgh next week for pre-op work so I'm trying to keep him as well as I can.  With the weather the way it is here, it's no wonder everyone is getting sick.  Well, I'm off to start breakfast...hope you all have a great day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-8019466400143220315?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8019466400143220315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/8019466400143220315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/8019466400143220315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-2774059975257131254</id><published>2009-02-26T07:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:00:37.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SaaSVu8eb7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/O6Pb05OYMaw/s1600-h/Brillhart+Pics+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307090112979300274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SaaSVu8eb7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/O6Pb05OYMaw/s400/Brillhart+Pics+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I often wonder what goes through kids heads..."B" can come up with some really off the wall stuff and is really passionate about it...usually it's some wild story that would make you believe it really happened. Last night we were getting ready for bed and he turns to me and says, "Mom, I'm ready to go see Jesus so I can eat donuts with him and paw-paw billbart (my grandfather's last name was Brillhart, but the way I spelled it is how "B" says it). " I said, "Really? Do you think that's what paw-paw is doing with Jesus?" He said, "Yes, I will eat chocolate donuts and paw-paw and Jesus are eating the white ones". (The details just amaze me) So I asked what else he thought they were doing. "B" looks at me again and says, "Mom, I wanna go bowling with them also". (A few months ago we had a thunderstorm and "B" was afraid of the thunder so I told him that was Jesus and paw-paw bowling. The loud claps of thunder was the ball hitting the pins and knocking them down...so now he's not afraid and gets really excited when he hears thunder) So I had to explain to him that we can't go see them. He turns to me and says, "I know mom, I have to get really old and die and then I can go see paw-paw. But I can go to his house and play with his stuff." Yes you can son lol He's talked a lot about his great paw-paw over the last week. I think he's finally starting to realize that he's not here and is not coming back. Now that the weather has been a little warmer, I think it's bringing back a lot of memories because we used to spend a lot of time with paw-paw. On a clear night you can see tons of stars in our backyard. There is always one that is really, really bright...."B" knows this one as the porch light paw-paw turns on when it gets dark outside so he can watch over us at night. I just hope that the older he gets, he will still be able to remember all of the good times he and his paw-paw had...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-2774059975257131254?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/2774059975257131254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/missing-someone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/2774059975257131254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/2774059975257131254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/missing-someone.html' title='Missing Someone'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SaaSVu8eb7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/O6Pb05OYMaw/s72-c/Brillhart+Pics+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-1409618866359710615</id><published>2009-02-24T22:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:25:08.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Throw Me Some Beads...Mister!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SaS6D5LevDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SpX5GHCvOtw/s1600-h/fat+tuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306570837000633394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SaS6D5LevDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SpX5GHCvOtw/s400/fat+tuesday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've never been to Mardi Gras, you're truly missing out. I sort of have my own Bucket List and this was one of the places I wanted to go and experience. A few years ago, a year or so before "M" came along, I went with a friend. We had an absolute blast!! I loved every minute of it. I am a true city girl at heart! My hotel was right on Bourbon Street and once we arrived, the Valet driver took my car and that was the last time I saw it until we were checking out. So as today ends the '09 Mardi Gras Season...Happy Fat Tuesday Everyone!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-1409618866359710615?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1409618866359710615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/throw-me-some-beadsmister.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/1409618866359710615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/1409618866359710615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/throw-me-some-beadsmister.html' title='Throw Me Some Beads...Mister!!'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SaS6D5LevDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SpX5GHCvOtw/s72-c/fat+tuesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-398963179940617253</id><published>2009-02-23T08:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:22:37.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Min Please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SaKjCKXt_wI/AAAAAAAAAEU/aS711c_Xgq4/s1600-h/checking_email_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305982568534769410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SaKjCKXt_wI/AAAAAAAAAEU/aS711c_Xgq4/s200/checking_email_medium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a lot to do today so I thought I would check my email this morning before I get started. Little did I know that the 10 min process would take me over an hour. I sit down, log on and "B" has to poop...no biggie there. So I get up, go finish him up, come back. I am almost done reading one email when "C" sneezes...up again to wipe snot off of his face. I sit back down..."B" is ready to take his medicine...back up...that's done. For taking his meds we usually give him a couple of chocolate chips. He can't have that until he finishes his breakfast. I get sat back down to read another email and here he comes with his bowl of eggs for me to help him get the rest in the spoon. That's done...now, back to reading. He then realizes that he's finished his eggs so he can have his choc chips now...back up to get those. I sit back down to read and I start smelling something pretty rank. "C" has now pooped. Up I go again to change him...Maybe at one point this morning I will get through all of my emails...snot, poop, repeat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-398963179940617253?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/398963179940617253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-min-please.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/398963179940617253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/398963179940617253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-min-please.html' title='10 Min Please...'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SaKjCKXt_wI/AAAAAAAAAEU/aS711c_Xgq4/s72-c/checking_email_medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-811944069832081266</id><published>2009-02-22T07:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T07:50:51.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One on One Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SaFKHdCInWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CFOJwgFi1hI/s1600-h/154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305603327932276066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SaFKHdCInWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CFOJwgFi1hI/s200/154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday "B" and I went to see Disney on Ice...Mickey and Friends. He had seen 2 or 3 commercials on tv for it so I decided to take him at the last minute. "M" was working so it would be great chance for me to get to spend just one on one time with "B". We each took a friend with us so off we went with no ticket in hand. The show started at 11 and we arrived at the Civic Center around 10. We were able to walk right up to the ticket window and surprisingly enough, get some pretty awesome seats that were way cheaper than I was expecting. We had to stop and look over every toy being sold and of course all of the food. "B" decided on a Flounder hat that came with a bag of popcorn. We found our seats and first thing, "B" was all about digging in to the popcorn (he actually at his popcorn out of his hat). The lights finally dimmed and the show started. He was so excited to see Mickey. For the whole first half, he sat very still...eyes glued to the stage. Intermission soon came and the potty was calling. Once that was over with, we refilled his hat with popcorn and were ready for the second half. The second half was "B's" favorite....Tinkerbell!! He loves Tinkerbell. The only reason he knows who she is, is because we bought his cousin the new Tinkerbell movie for her birthday and he remembered that. So once she came out, he was hooked again. Of course Peter Pants (as he calls him) was there with her. The end of the show went out with a bang...literally...with a couple fireworks. "B" loved it!! We had a great time together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-811944069832081266?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/811944069832081266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-on-one-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/811944069832081266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/811944069832081266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-on-one-time.html' title='One on One Time'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SaFKHdCInWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CFOJwgFi1hI/s72-c/154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-258531363014343230</id><published>2009-02-19T19:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:04:23.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ4BkZcqhSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FrShq9YUVdY/s1600-h/thank+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304679135907054882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ4BkZcqhSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FrShq9YUVdY/s400/thank+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"M" pulled off a great ending to my entering old age lol He came home from work with a cake, present and cards from he and the boys. This is the first time that he's really done anything and he couldn't have picked a better time to do it...Love You!! We started off today a little rough...but by noon everything was looking much better. The snot started to dry a little, the moods were improving, and I had received a very unexpected bouquet of black Over the Hill balloons on my porch from a good friend (again, sorry you missed seeing me as we were napping lol - which is a great way to turn old...old = napping). I blew out my candles and wished for a good night of sleep...we'll see what happens. So thanks to everyone for the wishes and many laughs!! I'm off to get the kids in bed so I can watch the last cross over between Grey's and Private Practice!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-258531363014343230?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/258531363014343230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/258531363014343230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/258531363014343230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/so.html' title='So'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ4BkZcqhSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FrShq9YUVdY/s72-c/thank+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-6881092040120367285</id><published>2009-02-19T07:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T07:44:17.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading Down Hill Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UB_YMvII/AAAAAAAAADU/4emjEJsROJg/s1600-h/over+the+hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304488329281846402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UB_YMvII/AAAAAAAAADU/4emjEJsROJg/s400/over+the+hill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today is my 30th Birthday....I've officially kissed my 20's goodbye and am starting a new decade. That's something really nice to think about...I've lived 3 decades and working on another one...nice!! I've found wrinkles and thanks to my boys...about 3 whiskers that randomly grow out of my chin. I used to pluck those in secret, but "M" caught me once and now he just laughs really loud and makes fun of me...usually saying..."I have a razor you can borrow to shave your beard" haha very freakin' funny!! He is then reminded that he is quickly kissing 40 and the receding hairline will soon start!! This morning has already been a great one...the last two nights have been restless as "B" keeps waking up and getting in our bed and then every hour requesting that "M" scratch his back or he needs a drink of water. Last night he finally slept all night in his bed and "C" decided to take his turn. He woke up around 1 screaming. So I got up made a bottle and that seemed to send him back to sleep...thank goodness!! I am hoping for a full night of sleep tonight, but both kids seem to be snotty and VERY cranky...so I'm sure that won't happen. Maybe I will make that my bday wish...wait, there are no candles to blow out! Well, I hope each of you enjoy your day...I'm off to medicate a couple of kids!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-6881092040120367285?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6881092040120367285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/heading-down-hill-fast.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/6881092040120367285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/6881092040120367285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/heading-down-hill-fast.html' title='Heading Down Hill Fast'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UB_YMvII/AAAAAAAAADU/4emjEJsROJg/s72-c/over+the+hill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-2427003569276782787</id><published>2009-02-16T08:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:24:09.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZloswIs_nI/AAAAAAAAADM/fDYy9K1mUzM/s1600-h/dump+truck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303385154250407538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZloswIs_nI/AAAAAAAAADM/fDYy9K1mUzM/s400/dump+truck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I just have to share one of our morning conversations with everyone that we had yesterday...Sometimes I just have to sit back and wonder where in the world my 3 year old comes up with stuff. He is very smart and can put things together rather easily. Yesterday, "M" was getting ready to walk out the door to go to work. "B" was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt; and telling him not to go. So "B" gives him one last kiss and then says, "I don't like mommy...put her in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dump truck&lt;/span&gt; and take her to the landfill". I'm like what?...hello, I'm standing right here!! "M" says "Why do you want to take her to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;landfill&lt;/span&gt;?" "B" says, "so you can stay home". Well, how do you like that?? Take me to the landfill so daddy can stay home. Guess that's a clue that he's tired of being stuck home with mommy all day and wants some daddy time. At first it kind of hurt my feelings but then I just blow it off because he's told "M" on countless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt; that he doesn't like him (usually when he's in trouble) and I guess it's my turn to hear it now. I have to admit that it does sting a little when you hear your kid say "I don't like you." I am expecting to hear it when he's like 14 or 15 and screams "I hate you" then storms off to his room and slams the door ( I can clearly remember saying it to my parents &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;), but I never thought at the age of 3 I would have to hear it. Once "M" left, I explained to him that those were not nice words and we shouldn't say them...we'll see if it comes up again. As for now, I'm just trying to stay out of the landfill!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-2427003569276782787?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/2427003569276782787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/emotions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/2427003569276782787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/2427003569276782787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZloswIs_nI/AAAAAAAAADM/fDYy9K1mUzM/s72-c/dump+truck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-3653424706441819944</id><published>2009-02-14T08:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:07:56.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZbP92H8f1I/AAAAAAAAADE/X-BDv1Y3R7g/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302654272683147090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZbP92H8f1I/AAAAAAAAADE/X-BDv1Y3R7g/s400/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentine's Day...I really enjoy this day. I think every day we all take things for granted and this day just makes us stop and think. It allows us the chance to do something special for the one's we love. Last night "M" and I went out to dinner and a movie...the movie wasn't all that great but he was a great sport and sat through enduring the 2 hour ongoing feature. I am very thankful to have "M" in my life. I'm not really sure what I would do without him. So, "M" if you are reading this...I love you very much and I appreciate all of the things that you do for me and our boys. Next, to all of my friends...thanks for always being there and the never ending support...I love you girls!! I hope each of you spend the rest of this Valentine's Day with your loved ones and have a great day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-3653424706441819944?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/3653424706441819944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/3653424706441819944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/3653424706441819944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZbP92H8f1I/AAAAAAAAADE/X-BDv1Y3R7g/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-9160239358447650276</id><published>2009-02-12T16:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:05:28.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>Just a quick note...No, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth...This week has been very busy AND our computer cord broke so we had to get a new one.  4 days without the internet seems like an eternity!!  We finally have "C's" surgery date...March 12th.  Then, this nightmare will all be over with!  The dr's still aren't sure what it is so I guess we'll find that out about a week after surgery once it's sent off to pathology.  Well, I'm off to get some laundry done...yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-9160239358447650276?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/9160239358447650276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-bee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/9160239358447650276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/9160239358447650276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-8706458900399727826</id><published>2009-02-07T14:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T14:22:20.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SY3fZH09EzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dpfJBhgLj3M/s1600-h/dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300137959175820082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SY3fZH09EzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dpfJBhgLj3M/s400/dancing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today "B" and I are at the table eating lunch. Out of the blue he says "Mom, I want to go dancing." I said, "You do?" He grins really big and says "Yes, I want to take my girlfriend dancing." What???????? He just turned 3!! Where in the heck did he come up with this?! So I asked, "Who's your girlfriend?" After a few minutes he can't come up with anyone's name. I told him to keep it that way and he wasn't taking any girl dancing until he's 25!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-8706458900399727826?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8706458900399727826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/growing-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/8706458900399727826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/8706458900399727826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SY3fZH09EzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dpfJBhgLj3M/s72-c/dancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-4449797285052767308</id><published>2009-02-06T07:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T07:57:22.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SYwylIBLX7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/9-NTk5xMNH8/s1600-h/shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299666474897203122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SYwylIBLX7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/9-NTk5xMNH8/s400/shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To keep my sanity...I have to get back to the lighter side of things for a little while.  I took "B" for his 3-yr check up yesterday. I was explaining to him before we left what all would happen. He specifically asked me if he had to get any shots. I told him no. So we're at his appt and the doctor has checked him out and looks at his records and proceeds to tell me that he not only needs 1 shot, but he needs 2 of them.  I thought...oh no!  "B" hadn't picked up on any of this and was bugging me for a piece of gum. The doctor left and I had to tell "B" that he was getting 2 shots. He looked at me and said "NO mommy! They hurt." I told him that he has to have them to make him big and strong and that if he wanted to go to school he had to get them. He gets this brave face on and pulls his legs out. About that time, the nurse walks in and he screams NOOO. I said it's ok she has to do it. The nurse brought reinforcement to help hold because "B" is VERY strong. He is screaming bloody murder. I'm bribing him with gum and donuts...anything to get him to lie down and hold somewhat still.  The shots are given and she puts the band-aids on...it's all over with. "B" is still crying huge crocodile tears and saying "It's still whurtin me." The whole way out of the office he's crying very loudly and I am having to carry him because he's not able to walk...it hurts too bad.  (Luckily he hit his head before we even left for the dr so he had a dose of motrin in him...well, not lucky he hit his head but you know what i mean) I had to stop by Tim Horton's and get him a couple of Timbits because he's not able to walk and soothe over being a bad mommy and lying to my kid. He will probably never trust me again when it comes to going to the dr lol I had to run by Kroger's afterwards and pick up a few things and poor "B" is still not able to walk. It wasn't until we went to pick up "C" from my grandma's. He jumps out of the car and is so excited...he starts screaming "Mommy, I can walk...I can walk!" The pain had finally went away and it was all just a memory...until daddy comes home and we had to relive it all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-4449797285052767308?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4449797285052767308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-mommy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4449797285052767308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4449797285052767308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-mommy.html' title='Bad Mommy'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SYwylIBLX7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/9-NTk5xMNH8/s72-c/shot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-1728217547582355580</id><published>2009-02-06T07:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T07:31:53.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SYwr9NQAXoI/AAAAAAAAACs/XpZQFP4NhT8/s1600-h/IM000182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299659192037039746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SYwr9NQAXoI/AAAAAAAAACs/XpZQFP4NhT8/s400/IM000182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've been tagged...Alisha from &lt;a href="http://latenightrantingsofatoddlermom/"&gt;http://latenightrantingsofatoddlermom/&lt;/a&gt; tagged me to find my 6th picture folder and the 6th picture in that folder.  So this is "B" at 2 years old riding his horse.  I am tagging Sandra from &lt;a href="http://troysandy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://troysandy.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; to find a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-1728217547582355580?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1728217547582355580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/1728217547582355580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/1728217547582355580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SYwr9NQAXoI/AAAAAAAAACs/XpZQFP4NhT8/s72-c/IM000182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-5722809340181872028</id><published>2009-02-05T08:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:46:16.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SYrtoOXW2QI/AAAAAAAAACk/dPt5AIWA4Iw/s1600-h/puzzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299309186861422850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SYrtoOXW2QI/AAAAAAAAACk/dPt5AIWA4Iw/s400/puzzle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're back from Pittsburgh...for now. It seems that every time we get one step closer, we take two steps back. We saw the surgeon (loved him...he's a little guy that is very methodical - and was wearing a purple bow tie lol) and his first words to us were "I have no idea what this is". I answered..."hmm, that's what we hear every where we go". He gave us his thoughts on what he thinks it may be but again, no one really knows until they get in there. He sent us back home for an MRI (we tried getting it done while we were there but there were no openings). He wants to get a better look at the makeup and size of this before he gets in there. I should hear back this afternoon with an MRI date. The surgery will then be scheduled once he sees the results. So our next trip to Pa will be to have this removed! Going in to this, we thought it would be a pretty easy surgery...we were wrong...very wrong! We were told yesterday that the only way to remove this is to cut "C" from ear to ear across the top of his head. My poor little guy will have to be shaved bald for the first time since he's had hair come in. I can't even imagine that pain that he will be in...thank goodness for medicine! I am very thankful that we are having to do this at such a young age as he will not remember any of this. I am really worried about the scar but everyone is being nice and saying...that will be his character mark. I'd much rather have a different mark but we just have to go with what we're being dealt. We're getting to the bottom of this...one piece at a time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-5722809340181872028?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5722809340181872028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/pieces.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/5722809340181872028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/5722809340181872028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/pieces.html' title='Pieces'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SYrtoOXW2QI/AAAAAAAAACk/dPt5AIWA4Iw/s72-c/puzzle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-2937128889187625694</id><published>2009-02-02T22:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:43:59.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SYe9VTiu23I/AAAAAAAAACc/NzvS298Gr9s/s1600-h/lifesjourney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298411660345531250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SYe9VTiu23I/AAAAAAAAACc/NzvS298Gr9s/s400/lifesjourney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we get ready to head to Pittsburgh Children's Hospital, I can hardly stand the anticipation...the anticipation of not knowing what to expect. As many of you know, "C" (who will be 11 months on Thursday) has a "mass" that is growing on his cheek bone. We are being referred to a Pediatric Craniofacial Plastic Surgeon to take a look at what we are dealing with. I'm not sure that all of this has sunk in yet. We're almost in robot mode. I have been so busy organizing and packing and making sure I have everything ready to go that I haven't really had a chance to think about what is going to happen. Sure I know we're facing surgery but the magnitude of this hasn't all hit me yet. It probably won't until we are looking face to face at the hospital. I am certain that we will be in the best of hands but again, it's the not knowing. As a parent, we don't ever think we will be in a situation like this...it always happens to someone else. But, it has happened to us. The only thing we can do is face it head on and pray for the best. Whatever comes our way...we will be ready for it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-2937128889187625694?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/2937128889187625694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/lifes-journey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/2937128889187625694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/2937128889187625694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/lifes-journey.html' title='Life&apos;s Journey'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SYe9VTiu23I/AAAAAAAAACc/NzvS298Gr9s/s72-c/lifesjourney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-998451714340882607</id><published>2009-02-01T21:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:23:22.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Commercials</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SYZnA7unzrI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZlvBNQQxBYI/s1600-h/steelers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298035277378866866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SYZnA7unzrI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZlvBNQQxBYI/s400/steelers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I just finished watching the 2009 Super Bowl - congrats to the Steelers! I am a huge Dallas Cowboy fan so this game didn't mean that much to me. Of course I have to watch it just because it's the mother of all football games and because the greatest commercials of all time are shown. Here are my favs from this year.... Babies (ETrade) - &lt;a href="http://video.aol.com/video/video-category/2409738"&gt;http://video.aol.com/video/video-category/2409738&lt;/a&gt;, Mr and Mrs. Potato Head - &lt;a href="mhtml:%7B163FF6DC-DC17-48EB-B631-AE1B1344F6A5%7Dmid://00000000/!x-usc:http://video.aol.com/video/video-category/2409722"&gt;http://video.aol.com/video/video-category/2409722&lt;/a&gt;, Doritos Bus - &lt;a href="http://video.aol.com/video/video-category/2409728"&gt;http://video.aol.com/video/video-category/2409728&lt;/a&gt;, Bud Light Skier - &lt;a href="http://video.aol.com/video/video-category/2409740"&gt;http://video.aol.com/video/video-category/2409740&lt;/a&gt;, and my number 1 fav - Hate Work - &lt;a href="mhtml:%7B163FF6DC-DC17-48EB-B631-AE1B1344F6A5%7Dmid://00000000/!x-usc:http://video.aol.com/video/video-category/2409766"&gt;http://video.aol.com/video/video-category/2409766&lt;/a&gt; (the lady screaming is just hilarious to me lol) Well, I'm off to bed...I hope you all enjoyed the commercials as much as I did!&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/1260883501397454748-998451714340882607?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/998451714340882607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/commercials.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/998451714340882607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/998451714340882607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/commercials.html' title='Commercials'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SYZnA7unzrI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZlvBNQQxBYI/s72-c/steelers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-4356688041616045035</id><published>2009-01-31T08:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:38:46.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SYRUQ3UebAI/AAAAAAAAACM/3Rrk_Q-OD2E/s1600-h/sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297451710399015938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SYRUQ3UebAI/AAAAAAAAACM/3Rrk_Q-OD2E/s400/sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never knew how much I LOVED my bed...I mean REALLY LOVE my bed. I especially love it between the hours 4am-6am. For some reason this is when I'm in that deep sleep and all nice and warm wrapped up in the covers. However, this all comes to an abrupt stop when Rock 105 comes blasting over the radio promptly at 6am. "C" is sleeping in bed with us...his poor body jumps at least 4 feet every morning as he hears the rock songs blairing. That's when our day starts. "M" gets up and starts getting ready for work while I start breakfast. By 7am, he's out the door and breakfast time is over. Just once, I wish we could sleep in. Both kids internal alarm clocks are set to 6 even on "M"'s days off. I can only wish for the day when both kids are sleeping in their own beds and don't get up until 8...I'd even be happy with 7!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-4356688041616045035?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4356688041616045035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleep.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4356688041616045035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4356688041616045035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SYRUQ3UebAI/AAAAAAAAACM/3Rrk_Q-OD2E/s72-c/sleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-6590755316707757937</id><published>2009-01-29T17:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:22:27.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SYIrw5Nw-iI/AAAAAAAAACE/PmoCI3pU68c/s1600-h/fingerpainting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296844230733396514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SYIrw5Nw-iI/AAAAAAAAACE/PmoCI3pU68c/s400/fingerpainting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the day has gone on...it's only gotten messier! "B" and I went out to try and play in the snow. We really couldn't do much because the snow is pretty much ice. You couldn't even see where "B" had been because the top of the snow was pretty much a solid sheet of ice. Once we came in, I fixed spaghetti o's for lunch. After that is when it gets really bad! I pulled out the fingerpaint. I covered the kitchen table with an old table cloth, stripped "C" down and put an old shirt on "B". At first they both just stuck one finger in it and looked at me like what's the big deal about this. Then, I explained that you smear it all around with your hands. "C" was the first one to smear it on his face (he actually tried to eat it but missed and hit his lip). Then it was on for "B". He had it all over both cheeks telling me he was rubbing in lotion. He then "rubbed" it all over his arms, clear up to his elbows. It was worth it...the messier the better! Once everyone was all cleaned up and their "art" was drying, it was time for a nap. I almost have "C" asleep when "B" comes in and says that he accidentally flipped the remaining spaghetti o's in the floor. I told him it was ok and I would clean it up when "C" fell asleep. Little did I know the entire bowl flipped upside down. There were spaghetti o's all down the front of my cabinets, all in the floor, and on my rub. Why is it that when you have a mess of this size, you're out of bleach wipes and paper towels?!  Thank goodness that's all over and done with.  We only have a few more hours until bed, let's see if we can make it until then without mass chaos!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-6590755316707757937?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6590755316707757937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/messy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/6590755316707757937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/6590755316707757937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/messy.html' title='Messy'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SYIrw5Nw-iI/AAAAAAAAACE/PmoCI3pU68c/s72-c/fingerpainting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-3550189865837195713</id><published>2009-01-29T08:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:39:18.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296708826975893666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SYGwnW6S-KI/AAAAAAAAAB0/K5ON3mEew9E/s400/boy+dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we're going on about day 4 where we haven't been out of the house. This morning we have already built a fort, have every single toy thrown out of the toy box, and cheerios spread from one end of the house to the other. I absolutely love the snow, but I'm wishing for a break. I'd love to see the sun come out and dry this stuff up! I guess since we've been stuck in the house for so long , "C" has now started to walk. He is still a little (well a lot) wobbly, but he has figured out that he can explore things from a higher level. As for "B", he has an "imaginary" dog named Doggy Puppy "G". Well this morning, doggy puppy turned in to a roller skate. "B" had tied my robe belt to his roller skate and was taking him for a walk. He then proceeded to tell me that he was taking doggy puppy for shots. He was "weally, weally sick". So off they went. Now you have to get the full picture here..."B" is wearing a bright yellow over sized t-shirt, a very bright blue sun hat (side flaps and all), he had a tennis shoe on one foot and a snow boot on the other....pulling a pink floral belt from my robe that is tied to a red roller skate. Up and down the halls he went pulling his "dog". All of this has taken place before 8am. I just can't wait to see what else the day will bring...&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/1260883501397454748-3550189865837195713?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/3550189865837195713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/bored.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/3550189865837195713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/3550189865837195713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SYGwnW6S-KI/AAAAAAAAAB0/K5ON3mEew9E/s72-c/boy+dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-5467222776865035296</id><published>2009-01-27T12:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:31:32.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Dressed Up and No Place to Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SX9A8f5QDQI/AAAAAAAAABs/93m_TSHmd74/s1600-h/sym_family_going_sleigh_riding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296023094908947714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SX9A8f5QDQI/AAAAAAAAABs/93m_TSHmd74/s400/sym_family_going_sleigh_riding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, so before I fix lunch I must share this with you. Now as I mentioned before, we love poop around here. (so i'm sure you know where this is headed) "B" and I were getting ready to go out and sleigh ride this morning. "C" was down for his nap so we were like lightning getting dressed. I'm ready and I'm zipping up "B"'s coat, put his gloves on and we have the back door open and..."B" goes mom, "my belly hurtin'...I have to poop". I said, "What?! We just got you all zipped up." I couldn't believe it. So as fast as I can, I jerk off the gloves, unzip his coat, rip it off, unsnap his snow bibs, try to get those down, pull his other pair of pants down, and get him all situated on his potty...all for him to sit there for 3 seconds and say "MOM, I DON'T HAVE TO POOP!" WHAT???? I'm thinking what do you mean you don't have to poop. He looks up at me with big puppy dog eyes and says, "My belly no hurtin' anymore". I just looked at him and said "ok". So we spent another 5 minutes trying to put him back together and out the door we went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-5467222776865035296?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5467222776865035296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-dressed-up-and-no-place-to-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/5467222776865035296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/5467222776865035296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-dressed-up-and-no-place-to-go.html' title='All Dressed Up and No Place to Go'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SX9A8f5QDQI/AAAAAAAAABs/93m_TSHmd74/s72-c/sym_family_going_sleigh_riding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-5667749543306867609</id><published>2009-01-27T07:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:06:51.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SX8G4LDtRHI/AAAAAAAAABk/BpGbEF5i_JY/s1600-h/strength.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295959248921773170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SX8G4LDtRHI/AAAAAAAAABk/BpGbEF5i_JY/s400/strength.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm having trouble coming up with something for today. I have a ton of stuff to get done today so my mind is somewhere else. Most of you know that we'll be leaving tomorrow morning for Pittsburgh to take "C" up for his consultation. We have no idea what will happen. We may be staying for a few days while he has surgery or we may be coming back tomorrow evening. The hardest part about all of this is the unknown. We aren't really sure what's growing in his cheek, what all of that will turn out to be, etc. The only thing I do know is that it's all in GOD's hands. He won't give us anything we can't handle. All of this has made "M" and I stronger people. By the time all of this is over, we'll be even stronger! Philippians 4:13 "I can do everything through him who gives me strength"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-5667749543306867609?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5667749543306867609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/unknown.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/5667749543306867609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/5667749543306867609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/unknown.html' title='The Unknown'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SX8G4LDtRHI/AAAAAAAAABk/BpGbEF5i_JY/s72-c/strength.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-1680068116039474309</id><published>2009-01-26T07:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T07:18:08.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SX2p35cmV1I/AAAAAAAAABc/uL0IVkFwiRs/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295575514636244818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SX2p35cmV1I/AAAAAAAAABc/uL0IVkFwiRs/s400/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever stopped and just thought about all of the little things in life that makes you happy? I guess having kids and almost turning 30 (ahhhhhhh) my views on things have totally changed. I'm learning to not sweat the small stuff and just take each day as it comes. I've listed some of the things that I love and I hope as you're reading mine, you'll take a minute from this crazy life we live in and think of little things make you happy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys laughter, "M", the smell of rain, a warm sunny day, the smell of flowers, the smell of newly cut grass, vanilla, a fresh pot of coffee brewing, walking barefooted in the sand, the smell of the ocean, hot laundry right out of the dryer, the way I feel on a crisp fall day, the colors of the leaves in the fall, 1st snow of the winter, having a snowball fight, making snow angels, the rush I get on black friday, a short line at the store, hitting all green lights, laughing, smiling, an unexpected hug, someone else washing my hair, 1st night sleeping on new sheets, waking up Christmas morning, the smell on Thanksgiving Day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-1680068116039474309?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1680068116039474309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/1680068116039474309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/1680068116039474309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-things.html' title='Little Things'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SX2p35cmV1I/AAAAAAAAABc/uL0IVkFwiRs/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-3015068779987668199</id><published>2009-01-25T07:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:36:11.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SXxcrevAxZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HnwgGxDaVgo/s1600-h/laundry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295209163935237522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SXxcrevAxZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HnwgGxDaVgo/s320/laundry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just the thought of this dirty task makes me cringe. I don't mind the actually washing and drying part of it ("M" says it's because I don't have to do anything but load them haha) but I HATE to put it away. I could fold it all day long but just having to put it away makes me sick. I usually fold everything on my bed and then sort it into stacks for each of us. I will go and put the kids stuff away and usually mine while I'm standing there. But as for "M", his is usually still stacked up when he comes home from work. Does HE put it away? NOPE. So when it's time for bed...guess where it's sitting? You guessed it...still in the neat stack right where I left it about 6 hours earlier. So he tosses it into the floor and that's where it stays. Because of his line of work, he has numerous black t-shirts, socks, long t-shirts, and long underwear. They are all spread out all over his side of the room. Each night I dig through the pile and find what he needs for the next morning and lay it out. (Can we say spoiled? Its actually so he doesn't flip on the lights at 6:15 in the morning to dig through the pile himself, only to move one item out of the way and then say "Have you seen my....I can't find it" but that's a whole other blog in itself). I am very curious to see if there's actually someone out there that likes this tedious task and has time right then with kids running around screaming, I need a drink or I have to poop...If so, feel free to comment. Well, I'm off to start another load!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1260883501397454748-3015068779987668199?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/3015068779987668199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/laundry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/3015068779987668199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/3015068779987668199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/laundry.html' title='Laundry'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SXxcrevAxZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HnwgGxDaVgo/s72-c/laundry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-2925068013851149535</id><published>2009-01-24T07:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T08:29:40.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SXxpOVocaHI/AAAAAAAAABU/pAcEgiezS2w/s1600-h/thumbnailCAEER7UO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295222956926724210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SXxpOVocaHI/AAAAAAAAABU/pAcEgiezS2w/s400/thumbnailCAEER7UO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this morning I have several things that I'm trying to choose to write about. But, the winner is going to be about potty training (well, actually poop). For those of you who really know me, you know how much we LOVE poop at our house. It's an everyday issue...some days greater than others. I don't have much of a choice with three males in the house...there's always farting, pooping, or talking about farting and pooping. "B" has been using the bathroom on his own now for 3 weeks. Most days he's excellent at it, but for some reason this past week has been a nightmare. If you ask me, it's pure LAZINESS. He's a male, duh! He will stop two feet from the bathroom and fire away on the hallway carpet. The response when I ask why..."I had to WEALLY pee mommy." I said, "OK, but you're two feet from your potty, why not just go that extra 4 steps?" As many 3 years would reply, "I don't know". So that ends the conversation until the crying starts because I tell him to go get a towel and clean it up (which he could care less about cleaning it up, it's the fact that he has to miss an extra minute of Lazy Town or Miss Sunny's Spider Patch Friends to do it). That's right...you pee in my floor, you're gonna clean it up. 3 or not! But what I like best is how he has already figured out how to use the potty to his advantage. The first one...I can bet money that every single time he sits in time out, he has to go potty. So I have to let him up because I'm just not sure if he does or not and peeing in the floor or in his pants is just not an option! So, the timer stops, he does his thing (which so far he really does go) and then back to time out we go. He probably figures if he has to take time away from the tv, why not use this time to use the potty as well. Second...I think it's totally amazing that when it's time to clean up toys, a poop attack comes on. Coincidence?? Maybe but I don't think so. I'm pretty sure that he thinks if he goes to poop, then 'ol mom will clean up the rest and he will get out of it...WRONG! So off he goes. I go back to check on him, because I'm forbidden in there and as he strongly says to me every time "Mom, leave, it will stink WEALLY, WEALLY bad." I'm standing outside the closed door so I can go in and clean him up afterwards. If I'm not there, he's off like a bolt of lighting climbing on furniture (eeewww yuck), so I have to drop what I'm doing and head back with him. Once I have been called upon to fulfill my motherly duties, there is ALWAYS the discussion of what his "treasures" look like. Most of the time he tells me (very proudly) that he pooped chocolate chips. "Great job", I tell him. I'm so proud!! My son poops chocolate chips. Wouldn't that make any mother beam with excitement!! Now if I could only get him to "make some money". Third...dinner time. It never fails. We all sit down to a nice, quiet dinner (yeah right) and out of his chair he climbs. So I say (and this is the exact same conversation EVERY single night) " "B" Get back in your chair. But mom, I have to poop". Nice!! Just what I want to do...start eating my dinner only to have to stop, get up, wipe butt, flush the "treasures", wash up, and then return to my plate. Back up in his chair he goes and we all continue as if nothing ever happened! The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-2925068013851149535?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/2925068013851149535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-winner-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/2925068013851149535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/2925068013851149535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is...'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SXxpOVocaHI/AAAAAAAAABU/pAcEgiezS2w/s72-c/thumbnailCAEER7UO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-7362471383004997913</id><published>2009-01-23T07:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T08:24:42.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SXxoEaLJ0FI/AAAAAAAAABE/Wh6FsovhJ2U/s1600-h/thumbnailCA6AS0GP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295221686835728466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SXxoEaLJ0FI/AAAAAAAAABE/Wh6FsovhJ2U/s320/thumbnailCA6AS0GP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm finally coming to terms with some things. I am able to openly admit that I am addicted to the internet and to evening tv. During the day my tv is on Noggin and is forbidden to be changed by me 3 year old. So I am constantly checking my email, facebook, myspace, cafemom, and my blogs as if I am going to miss something extremely important! When 7:45pm rolls around I am nothing but ecstatic when "C" is down for the night and my DSO is reading bedtime stories to "B". I usually log on one last time (well who am I kidding) I just log on to check all of the above named websites again before I become totally consumed with my tv. Then at 8pm I am set - from 8 to 10 or 11 I am glued to the tv. Monday and Wednesday are the only night's that are not really pre-planned. I am able to flip back and forth for the first hour. I am so nice that I let "M" watch whatever he wants until 9 on Monday because then, Jon &amp;amp; Kate Plus 8 comes on. But, Tuesday night is where it really starts to get interesting. From 8 - 10 is The Biggest Loser and then at 10 I watch the news. I have to keep up on some of the important things going on around me (which sad to say is usually a murder or robbery). Wednesday again is not all that planned out. But Thursday, I am now totally hooked on Grey's Anatomy. I have always watched it's spin-off Private Practice, but after one episode (which was last week) I was hooked! I am so bad that I won't answer the phone during this time unless it's a commercial. Most people don't call during this time anyway, because they know the chances of me answering are slim to none. I just don't know what else to say about Private Practice other than I LOVE THIS SHOW. I can't wait for it to come on and now in a couple of weeks, the producers are intertwining Grey's and Private Practice. Addison is coming to Grey's to do surgery! Ahhhhh I just can't wait. I'm sure some of you are thinking, this girl is really sad, but hey, when all you see all day long is Noggin, I am totally psyched to be in control of my own remote and be able to sit quietly and just watch with the only interruption being commercials. Friday night used to be Wife Swap but now Howie Do It comes on so I've converted to this for a while. Then at 9 is SuperNanny (and those of you who really know me, know that I hang on to every word she says). At 10 I'm on the news again. Saturday and Sunday are usually Mark's days as there's really nothing good on. I tried watching Desperate Housewives but couldn't get into that one. Oh yeah, and one last thing....chocolate. Need I say more?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-7362471383004997913?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7362471383004997913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/addictions.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/7362471383004997913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/7362471383004997913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/addictions.html' title='Addictions'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SXxoEaLJ0FI/AAAAAAAAABE/Wh6FsovhJ2U/s72-c/thumbnailCA6AS0GP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-892804901218959598</id><published>2009-01-22T07:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:00:52.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>Most of you know what we've been going through the last couple of weeks with "C" and his "mass" on his cheek.  Today we visit the surgeon's office for some answers and more decisions.    I know that "C" is on just about every prayer chain or list throughout the valley and I am very grateful to everyone who has remembered us in prayer (we've certainly needed it).  Last night we received a "prayer shaw" from Baptist Temple Church.  I have never heard of these, let alone seen one before and I have no idea where this church is located.  My "MIL" brought it over last night and said that her boss attends this church and a group of ladies get together and crochet a shaw (which is actually much bigger than a shaw and a little smaller than a blanket) and while they are doing it, they are praying for everyone involved in the process of fixing/healing "C".  Attached was a poem about the shaw explaining the meaning.  As I sat crying reading the poem and just the thought of people doing this for someone they don't even know...I'm in total amazement.  I still can't get over the fact that we received this from total strangers.  I am very thankful that there are still genuinely "nice" people in this world.  This has been the greatest gift we have ever received...by far!!  As we go on with our day today, I have no idea what is about to face us but I can only leave it in God's hands and deal with what we are handed.  I just thank each of you who have kept us in your thoughts and prayers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-892804901218959598?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/892804901218959598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/thankful.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/892804901218959598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/892804901218959598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-4291042889046819040</id><published>2009-01-20T16:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:24:43.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Goes In Must Come Out...</title><content type='html'>So today we've pretty much just been hanging around the house. We were out this morning running errands for about an hour but since then, we've been cooped up in the house. I was in the kitchen washing bottles (my least favorite thing to do) and "B" comes running in the kitchen trying to cry. I asked him what's wrong and he starts trying to choke. He's saying "I have to puke up". I look over where he was playing in the floor and I see pennies. So I asked if he swallowed one. He shakes his head yes.  I try to get him calmed down thinking to myself "Holy Crap!! Do I call the doctor?" I know that they'll just tell me to give it a day or two and see if it comes out the other end.  But what if it gets stuck somewhere in there?  So I'm still debating with myself on what to do when all of a sudden "B" coughs real hard and out pops a dime. He starts really crying and saying I need to go to the doctor. I asked, "Did you swallow more money?" He said no. I told him he was fine and off he went to watch Little Bear on Noggin.  So I guess we'll really find out if more went down in the next day or so.  One good thing to remember though...what goes in must come out - one end or the other!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-4291042889046819040?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4291042889046819040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-goes-in-must-come-out.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4291042889046819040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/4291042889046819040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-goes-in-must-come-out.html' title='What Goes In Must Come Out...'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260883501397454748.post-8415518640848014131</id><published>2009-01-20T09:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T08:27:13.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome and Get Ready for the Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SXxopEAQ3QI/AAAAAAAAABM/v-oJKC2gKOE/s1600-h/thumbnailCAUP3FNE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295222316539632898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SXxopEAQ3QI/AAAAAAAAABM/v-oJKC2gKOE/s400/thumbnailCAUP3FNE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to Pink in a House of Blue! I stay at home with my two boys while my loving SO goes off to work. I must admit sometimes I'm jealous and would love to be able to just get up and go out the door forgetting about the dirty diapers, stacks of dishes, mounds of laundry, and strategically placed toys throughout my house. But, I don't think there's any other job out there that allows me to stay in my pj's until 1pm if that's what I choose to do. I am just trying to survive in a house full of males. I am finally realizing that this is how it's going to be for...ever! However, I wouldn't have it any other way. I have a very active 3 year old and one laid back happy baby who will be 1 in March. My 3 year old is all "boy"! The messier the better would have to be his motto. The Magic Eraser is my best friend and I have a large supply of them in my cabinet. As for the baby, he just sits back and takes it all in. He's just starting to take a few steps, so God help me when I have two completely mobile kids! I hope you will enjoy visiting my page and I hope even more that what happens here, happens in your home too. If for some reason you don't like what I have to say, the good thing is you don't have to read or visit this page again. If you do, hang on and enjoy the ride! It will be a good one...you never know what will happen in this house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260883501397454748-8415518640848014131?l=pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8415518640848014131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-and-get-ready-for-ride.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/8415518640848014131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260883501397454748/posts/default/8415518640848014131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkinahouseofblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-and-get-ready-for-ride.html' title='Welcome and Get Ready for the Ride'/><author><name>Lisa from PinkInAHouseofBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372065889302941105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SZ1UjyQmJxI/AAAAAAAAADc/p9fAfIZLi8M/S220/124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJFL4uompHc/SXxopEAQ3QI/AAAAAAAAABM/v-oJKC2gKOE/s72-c/thumbnailCAUP3FNE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
