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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>324</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-1734161599151595549</id><published>2011-07-11T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T13:05:02.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate chip cookies minus the.....</title><content type='html'>So, I wanted to make some chocolate chip cookies this weekend. T insists on making them for the firefighters and police now that we have taken some to “thanked” them for helping our community so I wanted to find A. something different, B. something good. C something easy! So, I went out and googled some different recipes, I am actually working on a Peanut Buster Parfait Blondie so I have been reading up on a lot of different things to work on that… (which is no where near ready, sigh, but my next attempt is going to be a good one)&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I put my recipe first, then the blog I found it from below that, and then the Nestle AU (Australia) site below that where she got hers from. I think it is a great recipe for everyday, the butter, milk sugar part alone was amazing.. rich and creamy and still light and fluffy at the same time.  Strong recommendation to try it out! I brought them in this morning and ALL of them were gone by NINE AM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I did was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients –&lt;br /&gt;1 ½ c flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp baking powder (should have used more, would go with 2 next time like the conversion calls for)&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp of salt&lt;br /&gt;2 c dark (60% cocoa) chips&lt;br /&gt;2 c milk chips&lt;br /&gt;(would use less of both and not the gheredelli, they are TOO large! I would also make the cookies smaller than I did.. but if you are making big wide cookies go with these big chips!!)&lt;br /&gt;¾ c butter (1 and ½ stick)&lt;br /&gt;3 TBSP Brown Sugar (if you read the blog, she talked about it being too sweet, but I think Brown sugar is part of what makes the flavor of chocolate chip cookies)&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp of vanilla (I used Mexican vanilla)&lt;br /&gt;1 can sweetened condensed milk (I should have shortened by one oz, so you can take out 1 TBSP if you want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Set the butter out an hour before so its at room temp&lt;br /&gt;· mix with brown sugar until smooth (2 full minutes) then add sweetened condensed milk and vanilla (I mixed for another 4 full minutes)&lt;br /&gt;· Add in baking power, salt flour mixture and mix until fully incorporated&lt;br /&gt;· Add chips ( I plan to add toasted nuts next time…)&lt;br /&gt;· Mine was in no way able to roll balls – maybe because I didn’t use self rising flour? It seemed it could have used a solid 2 cups of flour and would have been thicker/cakier&lt;br /&gt;· Large Scoop (1 tablespoon pampered chef medium scoop) cooked for 12 to 15 minutes/ small Scoop (pampered chef small scoop) cooked for 10 to 12 minutes&lt;br /&gt;· Let rest on the cookie sheet out of the oven for 2 minutes, transfer to rack to cool. &lt;br /&gt;They were thin, the chips stuck out, but they were crispy and chewy all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very good, good alternative for vegetarians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recipe I found was here - &lt;a href="http://figsandbrie.blogspot.com/2011/04/chocolate-chip-cookies.html"&gt;http://figsandbrie.blogspot.com/2011/04/chocolate-chip-cookies.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;180 g butter&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup caster sugar&lt;br /&gt;395 g sweetened condensed milk&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups self raising flour&lt;br /&gt;250 g dark chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;Directions&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat oven to 180°C&lt;br /&gt;2. Beat butter and sugar until creamy, then beat in sweetened condensed milk&lt;br /&gt;3. Stir in flour, then dark chocolate chips, mix well&lt;br /&gt;4. Roll heaped tablespoonfuls of mixture into balls, place on oven trays and press down gently&lt;br /&gt;5. Bake for 15 minutes until golden&lt;br /&gt;Oven Conversion is 350 F (v 180 c)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self Rising flour conversion&lt;br /&gt;· 1 1/2 cups &lt;a href="http://www.food.com/library/flour-64"&gt;all-purpose flour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· 2 teaspoons &lt;a href="http://www.food.com/library/baking-powder-6"&gt;baking powder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· 1/2 teaspoon &lt;a href="http://www.food.com/library/salt-359"&gt;salt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who got the recipe from here - &lt;a href="http://www.recipes.com.au/Recipe/Choc-Chip-Cookies.aspx"&gt;http://www.recipes.com.au/Recipe/Choc-Chip-Cookies.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;(Serves 12)&lt;br /&gt;· 180 g butter&lt;br /&gt;· 1/3 cup caster sugar&lt;br /&gt;· 395 g &lt;a href="http://www.nestle.com.au/OurProducts/Cat/Milks___Baking/Carnation/Sweetened_Condensed_Milk/Regular.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;NESTLÉ Sweetened Condensed Milk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· 1 1/2 cups self raising flour&lt;br /&gt;· 250 g &lt;a href="http://www.nestle.com.au/OurProducts/Cat/Milks___Baking/Nestle/Cooking_Chocolate/Choc_Bits/Dark.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;NESTLÉ Dark CHOC BITS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to make&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat oven to 180°C. Line 2 oven trays with baking paper.&lt;br /&gt;2. Beat butter and sugar until creamy. Beat in NESTLE Sweetened Condensed Milk.&lt;br /&gt;3. Stir in flour, then NESTLE Dark CHOC BITS, mix well.&lt;br /&gt;4. Roll heaped tablespoonfuls of mixture into balls. Place on prepared oven trays and press gently with a fork.&lt;br /&gt;5. Bake 15 minutes until golden.&lt;br /&gt;Preparation time: 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Cooking time: 15 minutes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-1734161599151595549?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1734161599151595549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=1734161599151595549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/1734161599151595549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/1734161599151595549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/chocolate-chip-cookies-minus.html' title='Chocolate chip cookies minus the.....'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-3478567181321925161</id><published>2011-07-06T22:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:07:08.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Part Dos-</title><content type='html'>Crap, I've started a few new blogs trying to get my thougths in order, get a few things organized and I continue to come back to this one. Because it's me, it's where I've been and it's where I belong.. Oh well, lets try this all again. I have nothing to hide, right? My life is not perfection, I should not expect it to be. It is very private and hidden in most ways. Odd, eh? can't seem to get myself to open up, and my life used to be out there for everyone to know. &lt;br /&gt;Strange enough... things are boring and good lord it's busy. I am going to try harder to come back and get back into my old groove. And I really don't care who reads it, you don't like it, don't read it, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-3478567181321925161?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3478567181321925161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=3478567181321925161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/3478567181321925161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/3478567181321925161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/blah-part-dos.html' title='Blah Part Dos-'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-5176864467878487253</id><published>2011-02-04T22:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T23:00:34.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishy washy.</title><content type='html'>I think I am sick of facebook - again.  oh well, what's new.  I have and need more to say than what I can get with it in those few lines.  And really, who else cares but me... that's what I thought too.&lt;br /&gt;blah.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-5176864467878487253?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5176864467878487253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=5176864467878487253&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/5176864467878487253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/5176864467878487253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/wishy-washy.html' title='Wishy washy.'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-3231480031249535647</id><published>2011-01-02T00:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:54:06.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>F....I....V....E...</title><content type='html'>I did miss 5!&lt;br /&gt;5.  Work on my cooking, better, healthier, greener, more family friendly. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-3231480031249535647?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3231480031249535647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=3231480031249535647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/3231480031249535647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/3231480031249535647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/five.html' title='F....I....V....E...'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-6135478648774899128</id><published>2011-01-02T00:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:40:12.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More resolutions</title><content type='html'>Where was I? 5? 6?&lt;br /&gt;Let's start at 6&lt;br /&gt;6.  Make ornaments as gifts&lt;br /&gt;7. Read 12 books, one per month, I miss it. &lt;br /&gt;8. Prep to run a 5 k.  My first--- RUNNING!! &lt;br /&gt;9. Make time for friends, for t to make friends, and for us to do things as a family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-6135478648774899128?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6135478648774899128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=6135478648774899128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6135478648774899128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6135478648774899128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-resolutions.html' title='More resolutions'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-2259680684357688570</id><published>2010-12-30T17:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T17:22:45.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips to read fir thanksgiving 2011</title><content type='html'>1. St nick:&lt;br /&gt; a. Brings The year ornament.&lt;br /&gt;b. Takes the stockings away when he comes and they show back up on Xmas eve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stockings go up thanksgiving weekend.  So they can be taken by at nick on the 6th. &lt;br /&gt;3. Santa needs to get the elf on a shelf around thanksgiving weekend&lt;br /&gt;4.  The list of gifts need to be organized and a rubbermaid set aside for specific persons.  Specific "S" only wrapping paper needs to be hidden&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-2259680684357688570?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2259680684357688570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=2259680684357688570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/2259680684357688570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/2259680684357688570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/tips-to-read-fir-thanksgiving-2011.html' title='Tips to read fir thanksgiving 2011'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-2808804214234562847</id><published>2010-12-29T15:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T15:15:22.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Resove? Redo? Redone?</title><content type='html'>So, now is the time for me to decide what I plan to resolve for next year.  Resolution? Maybe, more new things, better, life choices is the direction I want to move. &lt;br /&gt;1. Lose weight.  Or should I say continue to lose weight.  Get back on track, move forward and not look back.&lt;br /&gt;2. Clean. More. More consistently. Frequently.. Etc. Etc. Etc.  Organize, store, change, label etc &lt;br /&gt;3. Save money.  Make laundry detergent, find better ways of saving v spending &lt;br /&gt;4. Sew. More, more often. Set a date nite with myself to go sew and get away from the tv. &lt;br /&gt;5.  To be continued... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-2808804214234562847?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2808804214234562847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=2808804214234562847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/2808804214234562847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/2808804214234562847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/resove-redo-redone.html' title='Resove? Redo? Redone?'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-2419075883780649833</id><published>2010-12-16T19:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T19:52:36.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayings from t</title><content type='html'>She's started that hiding while you poop phase, so I ask "are you going poop?" she say "no mom" so I say "it's ok to poop, everybody does" she says " oh, it i's? MY TURN!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-2419075883780649833?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2419075883780649833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=2419075883780649833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/2419075883780649833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/2419075883780649833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/sayings-from-t.html' title='Sayings from t'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-7527981845563693267</id><published>2010-07-27T09:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T10:02:53.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you can't put in your status on Facebook...</title><content type='html'>1. OMG, I have cramps!&lt;br /&gt;2. Why do people need to be Bitches! No one cares to hear what you have to say (BLOCK)&lt;br /&gt;3. (My Boss, His Boss, Some VP) at X company) is an ASS..&lt;br /&gt;4.  Why is everything that my husband does wrong, my fault?&lt;br /&gt;5. Really, I set the clock wrong and that's why you were late to work? It's 10 minutes FAST!&lt;br /&gt;6. If he tells me one more time that you cut the grass so you don't have to do dishes, clean the bathrooms etc, I am going to deck him!&lt;br /&gt;7. Why is it, my BRA is the first thing that's TOO BIG when I diet! BS I tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;8. seems to lose the same pound every other day, I wonder how loud I have to scream to scare it away for good!&lt;br /&gt;9. thinks it's time for a fake sick day, call it mental health.  (oh hi boss)&lt;br /&gt;10.  can someone remind me to pick up tampons, advil, my meds, fiber pills, and foil on my way home?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-7527981845563693267?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7527981845563693267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=7527981845563693267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7527981845563693267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7527981845563693267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/things-you-cant-put-in-your-status-on.html' title='Things you can&apos;t put in your status on Facebook...'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-6728648868802781664</id><published>2010-07-22T09:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T09:57:43.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiningggggg............</title><content type='html'>I am now at a point in my day where I hear so much whining, and it's not even at home.  I can't stand it.  Family whines about other family, work whines about everything under the sun and some people that I thought were my friends whine about excuses and made up stories that I can't even stand to hear.  T whines when she's tired and it's her self soothing to go to sleep (and it drives me crazy) she will walk around the living room with this mummer of a hum/whine going on "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;" "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;" over and over again.  Some days I wish the adults were doing that so I didn't have to hear everything else.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends have had at least one night away from their kid(s) already, I have not, my husband has and he does not seem to have any appreciation for me going out, like I am dismissing my "duty" as a mother, and it is really starting to cause me pain.  I feel like I need to sneak around to get some time away, and by the time I do, I am exhausted and so worn down I just want to hide or sleep.  If asked to go out and leave T home for the night, I am not sure I could, knowing I would not wake up with her there.  Torn... I am so so torn, and apparently whining, but feel free to skim past if you don't like it......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eeeeeeehhhhhhhhheeeeeehhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all life is going well, my "garden" has produced about 12 blueberries, 6 raspberries that were devoured by nasty little bugs, an insane amount of almost yellow basil but it's still going and will end up in the ground by the end of the season.  My cherry tomato's are not doing so well but they did bloom recently.  I need to keep them going.  The containers are doing really well, my peppers are not doing so well, they are sad little plants, sticks with leaves.. I don't know what to do with them, maybe I was sold grass? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to buckle down and start working harder on weight loss.  I don't want another year to pass, then T will be 3 and I am dieting, which I don't want.  I know I need to change my food choices, which I've done and I've done really well so far, but I now need to start kicking up an actual diet for now to really get myself on track, I did the Weight Watchers and it's not bad but it's not going as fast as I would like.  I will get there, it's going to take time, this is for sure someplace I've never been in my life, that is for sure!  I have no idea why I started drinking soda (again) but I really don't even like it, I am going to stop drinking it again.. now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I saw Eclipse the other night with a friend, it was good... It lost quite a bit of the emotional appeal that the book had for me. Once they get it on the screen it needed so much more than what "Bella" gave the role.  My take.  Jake on the other hand, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;... Taylor is too young to look that good.. but he does, look, that good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whining continues... off to have another fun filled day........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-6728648868802781664?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6728648868802781664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=6728648868802781664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6728648868802781664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6728648868802781664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/whiningggggg.html' title='Whiningggggg............'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-6346926189179130185</id><published>2010-06-27T18:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T18:41:23.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>when it rains.......</title><content type='html'>It's about to rain, of course, because I actually sat down to type.  HA! Isn't that the way it goes?  We are going on vacation soon, so we are trying too many things at once, potty training of course is going to go on hold/ nil while in travel, it's not going to happen while we are at someone e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lse's&lt;/span&gt; house I am sure, and the Dr said we need to cut off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; for real cups and get rid of the security blankets so the thumb sucking stops... On top of the fact that she's been sleeping on an air &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mattress&lt;/span&gt; to get ready for the trip, and sleep without a pack n play.. Which works out well, except naps.&lt;br /&gt;We had 2 nap times this weekend, nope, correct that, we had 3 nap TIMES, we had 1 nap.   Saturday we started out in the air bed, along with the video player, 3 Max &amp;amp; Ruby's it ended up with 1 naked girl, a hand held video game, 2 blankets, 3 pillows and an air &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mattress&lt;/span&gt; - PEED on!  Sigh.. it was distressing but I didn't give up.  She did get changed and in a full tight diaper and was put in the crib as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;punishment&lt;/span&gt; while I cleaned it up and cleaned the air &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mattress&lt;/span&gt; that daddy had to HOSE OFF and dried by fan.  Fun stuff - she did fall asleep for about an hour, so that worked out a little... for laundry.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we tried to just do the crib (yes, today) and I didn't pay attention that she was only wearing her pull up - v - diaper, easy to remove.. and did... and peed.... not once, but twice!!!!!in bed, 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; load of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pee'd&lt;/span&gt; on laundry? Nope, thankfully I didn't start that load, because as I set her down she then peed on the floor, and picked out "panties" and little did I know it was the first time she picked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;underwear&lt;/span&gt; and peed again in them moments later. Where does all of this pee come from??? Is she holding some back so she can mark that she's boss?? I don't get it, it was in a matter of a half hour and frustrating as hell.  After the pee on the floor she picked the only pair of clean washable training pants.  I don't need to tell you, do I?  Laundry load started.. diapers on and away we go. Frustrated and tired... that was just me!&lt;br /&gt;So, off to our vacation coming sooner than I expected, I am starting to get everything ready now, knowing I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;PRE&lt;/span&gt; packing.  Which means not much gets packed but I start an insane amount of lists.  We are all taking on dinner while we are there, which is nice, easy and will make everyone less stressed.  Nice.&lt;br /&gt;We picked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pork loin&lt;/span&gt;.. my favorite meal, because it's grilled and all I get is sides :) I'm not sure what to make for sides, an easy salad of course, maybe grilled veggies??  any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-6346926189179130185?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6346926189179130185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=6346926189179130185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6346926189179130185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6346926189179130185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-it-rains.html' title='when it rains.......'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-856845579818612212</id><published>2010-06-08T12:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:32:02.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 - Step 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day two&lt;/strong&gt; of No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt;. It's not as bad as I was expecting, except I feel out of the loop. I went to a meeting last night and everyone was posting pictures and being silly and that was probably the hardest time of the day to not go see what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; put out there. Other than that, it's not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Last night was harder going to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tupperware&lt;/span&gt; meeting knowing I am now the black sheep and going to another teams meeting was not as fun as I was expecting. It's been one month, I've had no party, no orders and am really down about it all. Not that I "need" new friends, not that I even "need" to sell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tupperware&lt;/span&gt;, it was fun for me and it's lost it's joy. That makes me sad, I have some big decisions to make and it's going in the direction of not selling anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I did sign up to "sell" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wildtree&lt;/span&gt;, but only so I could have samples and discounts. I am thinking maybe direct sales is not for me right now. I am so torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step Two&lt;/strong&gt; - I am back on my blog, and am into two days of posting. I am glad, I feel I more often than not, need to say my peace more than be heard or have someone reply. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; was requiring me to be dependant on feedback, I wanted it, I wanted to see someone reply to what I was saying, like I needed an audience. I don't. I started this blog for me, and it needs to continue to be for me, for T and for Big B. I am glad to step back from that... I am glad that I am now realizing that I am writing for me more than for anyone else. Now that T is starting to talk more I want to put into writing things she says, funny things she does and fun things we do together. I will, I can, I want to share these things with others but in the end, I want the memory for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good..&lt;br /&gt;therapy over, getting up off the couch now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T's story of the day&lt;/strong&gt; - this morning playing - picture this her hands and feet talk now, so hand who stands up palm out wrist down and fingers up and together, walking (hop hop hop) and says "No foot! I was playing with that first" -- Foot, who is the LEFT foot, the right is not named foot.. Left foot says "sigh, I'm sad" and hides under the blanket... Hand bunches into a fist and walks away, "I'm mad!" -- Do I get involved in these 'arguments?'&lt;br /&gt;Long story short - hand goes back and plays with her baby from her doll house and POP foot comes back out from under the blanket and says "I'm back!!"&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!! All is well in the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-856845579818612212?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/856845579818612212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=856845579818612212&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/856845579818612212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/856845579818612212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-2-step-2.html' title='Day 2 - Step 2'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-7335002003657700591</id><published>2010-06-06T19:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:00:31.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12 steps.. Step 1</title><content type='html'>I feel I have an addiction to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt;.  I need to get off my kick and get back to life.  I've been spending too much time reading up on some people that I don't even speak to, why is that?&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been on my blog this year about, lets say close to nil.  I have no readers left but that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I need to do this more for me than anyone else, so if you are out there, please drop a note so I know, just in case I ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to bed this morning after B got up.  He came up around 8 so that was nice to sleep in past 10 after my week "off" and that didn't give me any relaxation.  I set my priorities around the wrong things. I did get a few things done and one friend of mine actually had the nerve to say "so did you get anything done this week?" as if she expected me not to, but then again, this is the same friend that does not get her own stuff done so I am assuming she was looking for comfort as she was heading out of town leaving her house a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off my game, I need to get things back in gear.  So here is my start.... Expect whining at first, I need to get some things off my chest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-7335002003657700591?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7335002003657700591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=7335002003657700591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7335002003657700591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7335002003657700591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/12-steps-step-1.html' title='12 steps.. Step 1'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-8387649454279480786</id><published>2010-03-14T21:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:42:49.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>List 1. W /O March 14th to 21st.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. Grounded from the Computer - so this is the only post this week, I will try to take photos of everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Treadmill 4:45 am - 1.5 miles or 25 min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Post Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; clean downstairs bathroom, set up potty seat and smaller potty chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; dishes, clean off table and bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Make sure all Tupperware is up in the room (*Which is going to really suck for Thursday!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All Large toys in basement, smaller cubbies in T's room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After bedtime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wii 30 to 45 min.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work on T's outfit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Treadmill 4:45 am 1.5 miles or 25 min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Post Work&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ensure all from Monday is Complete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clean Living room. Vacuum, add hangers to closet - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Walk invites around to neighbors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (Gulp, forgot!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Start cleaning out toys, decide what stays and what goes, then figure out what is going, where it goes.  - (most of this mid work I can figure out, need to take pics of all toys.) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clean off Couches, fluff pillows; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wii - 30 min &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work on T's outfit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- No Run off day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prep for Thursday *Tupperware party &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Make Modeling Chocolate - (Please LORD don't let me mess this up and have to drive to SOCO) - Change Wii schedule to remove Thurs, change to Sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work on T's outfit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; - No Run Off day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7 PM *Tupperware Party! Post Party, enter party and close!! (Please Lord, let this party close out!!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bring in all Tupp- Bring up to room - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work on T's outfit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; - Drop off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to Run outside today (2+ Miles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;**Grocery Store.  Start making (and cooking) cupcakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; while cupcakes are cooking - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;30 to 45 min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, (post cook while cooling) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vacuum Living room (again)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clean Downstairs Bathroom(quick once over),  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sweep/Mop Kitchen Floor.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(*post begging mom to maybe come out to help)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;make sure all junk is all off the stairs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hang up decorations, finish lanterns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;work on outside signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;start rolling out chocolate.. Cover cupcakes, start decorating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do dishes, eat a healthy lunch (run?)  - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Beg Elsa to come over and help) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  - Pick up -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Easy dinner - rotisserie chicken and veggies, apple sauce or fruit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Run by Blockbuster on way to Sitters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;End of night, move kitchen table near front door for gifts (and make room for kids tables) and put gift packs on table, w table cloth.   Kids tables in kitchen, table cloths, snacks in cups in Tupperware containers ready to go, cups out and clean, plates, napkins, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Work on T's outfit(if not done)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; - 7 am - light breakfast, fruit and yogurt, set up for good lunch - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8 am - Clean up breakfast- get T in the bath - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;NO TV DAY!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9:30 am Daddy get balloons for indoor and out, hang up signs on porch (double side tape) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;11:30 Lunch - turkey cubes, crackers, broc and cheese, choc milk @ 11:30 or 12, no later!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;12 Noon - Grandparents to show for special time at 12/12:30 - Mommy shower and get ready time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 pm. party starts, photos as everyone walks in the door, once everyone is there, daddy to go get pics developed, kids decorate teapots, have cupcakes, open gifts, give out thank you gifts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 to 4 pm - send people on their way, NAP!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 /6 figure out an easy dinner (leftover chicken, mac n cheese w/veggies) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8 pm - everyone in bed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday - Try to clean up everything leftover from the party if not done night before, veg day, play with new toys, figure out what old toys go into hiding or away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6 pm. Going away dinner for friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In bed by 10 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Tupperware party - Pack bag, remember, Cake Mix, Measuring cups, mixing bowl, powdered sugar (check w. hostess if I need that) - Quick Chef W blade, chip n dip bowl w lids, can opener(?), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;**Grocery Store - Buttermilk, cake mixes, icing, COOKIES! PRETZELS! Juice, Soda? beer, goldfish, mini m&amp;amp;m's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*** $10 gift card to Walgreens for pictures - Double Side tape for decor, need removable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;**** Blockbuster - Rent Alice - ours is Ruined, BD Gift does not come out until the 30th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;***** Remind mom to bring kids table, borrow Tracey's kids table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;notes~~ Try to work on outside signs @ lunch at work at least 2 days this week.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cardboard and Sharpie's needed&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;WOW - What a list, Please let this go as planned!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-8387649454279480786?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8387649454279480786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=8387649454279480786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/8387649454279480786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/8387649454279480786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/list-1-w-o-march-14th-to-21st.html' title='List 1. W /O March 14th to 21st.'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-3509970526752967317</id><published>2010-03-14T18:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:46:09.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA -</title><content type='html'>Yup, here I am. Missing in action no more.  There is very little time to sit down and blog w a soon to be two year old.  I feel I am doing more laundry, cooking, cleaning, and for sure, dishes! I also find, I am interrupted much more than during year one.  It was easy to have the swing, pack n play and or high chair out while completing things.   Now, there is a lot of, "HELP!" "no, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;", "I can't Get it!!", "Get me out", etc..&lt;br /&gt;We have a lot of, "try it", and "lets do this", or "lets go".  This is fantastic, and with her growing and learning so much it makes me realize how much we really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my Godfathers birthday party, it was a lot of fun, I also spent 3+ hours chasing 2 year old(s) and going down the hall, back up the hall, into the play room, around the party room (school cafe) so it was fun but tiring.  I had a great time, one of T's little friends was there, we'll call her S. S has been working on her potty training, had a dry pull up on all day and... and.. panties on her head, with her pigtails sticking out each side.  I need her mom's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; before I post the photo I took with my cell phone.  It was so cute.  I remember when her mother was little, she was the same way, thought for herself, did her own thing and I never had any appreciation for it.  I do now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin was also there, she makes me so sad.  I miss her so much, there are times when I just want to talk to her, but I left her with the statement that if she wants to talk to me, all she has to do is call.  It will be a year next week,  no call yet.  I was making up the party invitations and was actually in tears inviting everyone else.  I really want her here.&lt;br /&gt;I never in my life expected that our kids would not grow up without one another.  It shocks me.  With T's birthday being so close to hers and another friend of mine, they may miss her party some years but oh well.  My kid does come first and as she gets older it will be less important for family parties vs friend parties that weekend so it may get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all I've been up to. I have been wanting to post a lot recently so I may be here more (lets hope) soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I am going to start working on making lists, I have found this to help me in my everyday life but I find myself lacking in the things I want and need to do.  I am going to start my lists up to help me keep up with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of anything else right now. So see you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-3509970526752967317?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3509970526752967317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=3509970526752967317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/3509970526752967317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/3509970526752967317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/mia.html' title='MIA -'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-1074809092138169957</id><published>2010-01-18T18:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:05:41.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Max, Ruby, Gabba, Beyu, and who knows what else.</title><content type='html'>All of a sudden the words are just SPILLING out of T's mouth.  In the past week, she called Grandma "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Geemauw&lt;/span&gt;", shes singing the theme songs to all her shows, including Max and Ruby, (Ruby and Max), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Beyu's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ceyu's&lt;/span&gt; (Blue's Clues), singing when I sing Twinkle Twinkle, she'll sing Wiggle Wiggle (skipping little star) and then goes right into "I know what you are". She's cocky like that apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting a lot of "I know!" Which I can only assume is coming from one of the kids at the sitter because it's doubtful that its coming from Bob or I.  A lot of breakdowns and "Oh NO!!" which just makes it insane to be mad sometimes when you know she's just so upset about it not working her way, then there are the beginning's of time outs for the throwing of things when she's beyond the frustration point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more new and good that I can't believe it.  She's got a firm grasp on when and what No is and even tends to tell on herself when she knows she doing something wrong and while doing it will say "NO!" "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ohhhh&lt;/span&gt;, NO!" "No, No"... so this is good all in all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-1074809092138169957?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1074809092138169957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=1074809092138169957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/1074809092138169957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/1074809092138169957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/max-ruby-gabba-beyu-and-who-knows-what.html' title='Max, Ruby, Gabba, Beyu, and who knows what else.'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-3504022486957513267</id><published>2010-01-14T22:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:24:51.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs it...</title><content type='html'>Everyone is going low &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt; these days, who needs it right?  I agree but I am weak, and I need to be stronger but it's just so easy.  It's so easy to have to run to work, run to the sitter, run home, make dinner have time for family, bath, bed and me?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding. By the time I get the baby to bed at night I am exhausted.. so bad that I end up trying to figure out 1 thing to do a night so I don't get backed up over the weekends.  I then overload myself and end up with a migraine and can't seem to function for a day (or so). &lt;br /&gt;This weekend is going to be rough but thankfully long.  We have a birthday party on Saturday afternoon which requires a hell of a drive! Daddy is going out so we are leaving him out by the birthday party and driving home alone, to then do dinner, bath and bed.. Hoping not to follow by exhaustion.  I want to get up Saturday morning and go join the gym to join and work out.  It's January and that makes me leery of signing up now, I hate crowds but need to get on a schedule. Once I start, things will get easier!  right? sigh.......&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;, I am trying to beat it again, it's just those first two weeks that kick my butt.  This is the "you can't have anything but,.... nope, you can't have anything" so it's the one that kills me. I try to knock out coffee because the coffee at work really sucks and the S place is over rated and expensive.  I can make it @ home but we have one of those fancy coffee makers that grinds the beans, great if you are home, watching the sun rise and enjoying being at home. If not, you are making coffee, running late, getting dressed, fixing hair (2 peoples) and then trying to get dressed (morning workouts are now a joke) and leaving so you can get to work by --- um SEVEN AM - that's after a 45 min to hour drive.. Yes, leaving @ six am! (no invites required, yes this is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pitty&lt;/span&gt; party)&lt;br /&gt;So, long story short, I am South Beaching it, again. . . . and again.. .. ... and so on.  Post two to three week starting point, once I am feeling better, I'll start back up with brown rice and sweet potatoes and go from there, possible brown bread on rare occasion. Lots of veggies, and bringing back apples. they are my favorite evening snack.    Alton Brown is talking me into smoothies for Breakfast but I've been having really good luck with Egg whites these days, I think I am going to start getting some of those frozen green giant veggie mixes to make to go with them.  I had a turkey sandwich from the gas station today, half for breakfast, half for lunch, it was fantastic.  YUM!  I didn't eat much else and was starving by the time I should eat tonight and ate everything not biting me first!  I also need to work on a good afternoon snack, I like the nut mixes or packs but it's just not enough, I hate celery so that's just not going to happen, I like the cottage cheese but that's something I need cold and with either sweetener or fruit to eat.  Non &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Carb&lt;/span&gt;, easy to eat afternoon snack? Peanut Butter, I know the SB does not strongly support it but I have a nice size spoon full, no sugar added Skippy natural, yum! My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;! I would have hummus but it's so gross. Pickles? Ya, gross too!&lt;br /&gt;Either or, that is my plan.  More tuna, more chicken (canned, frozen and grilled), salmon, and fresh/frozen veggies. &lt;br /&gt;speaking of healthy..... more sleep..... it's after 10 so I am getting done here and going to bed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone remind me I need freezer bags? Thanks, we've been out for weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-3504022486957513267?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3504022486957513267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=3504022486957513267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/3504022486957513267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/3504022486957513267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-needs-it.html' title='Who needs it...'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-8093579018542694872</id><published>2010-01-03T18:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:18:49.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 3rd... Something New....</title><content type='html'>This is the new year.  I've reset my goals on &lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/"&gt;43 Things&lt;/a&gt; and I am ready to go!  Reminders all the time (which may start to annoy me but that's kind of what I need!) so I am going to be all set.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I made dinner.  I mean like a real dinner, not just frozen pizza or pre-made mix together food.  Don't get me wrong, this is not a full roast beef dinner, I just made &lt;a href="http://www.campbellkitchen.com/RecipeDetail.aspx?recipeId=24702"&gt;Chicken and rice&lt;/a&gt;.  BUT, this is the first time I've ever made Chicken and rice.  Which may be a shock with all my mad cooking skills.  (Ok, I admit, I have none) I can bake with the best of them but when it comes to cooking I am not in my A game.  Part of what I am doing for 2010 is cooking dinner from scratch more.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my first day back at work after what feels like a huge vacation. Part of me is ready, part of me is not. This is going to be a long week. More updates to come about that but lets start things slow... 5 am is going to be here too soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-8093579018542694872?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8093579018542694872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=8093579018542694872&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/8093579018542694872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/8093579018542694872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-3rd-something-new.html' title='Jan 3rd... Something New....'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-4271015820755303234</id><published>2009-12-31T11:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:52:15.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not over till it's over!.. Wait, it's over.</title><content type='html'>It is the end of 2009... My Year in Review includes things that happened, along with my thoughts and feeling on those things that happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set up a Twitter account... Later found out Twitter has a lot of porn on it, their spamming is horrid and I had to kill off my account. Bad Twitter!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made my first sale(s) on e-bay, not bad, made some money. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set Up a 43 Things account.  Still getting reminders on thinks I've yet to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The annoyance of the new guy at work continues.  He's a horrible person and that's that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Added my Maiden name to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; and exploded with my past.  Crazy, but I love it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feb - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realized my baby was still a baby, still wanting to be held and cuddled.. She's so over that. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;making blankets for charity - I made one :( **Need to add something to my list for 2010*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starting the Cupcake war for T's birthday. The Cupcakes won! * Starting on the big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BD&lt;/span&gt; Bash for this year already!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I broke my Arm... Oh my sewing machine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embroidery&lt;/span&gt; arm plastic busted, and I was so upset, easy fix when I expected it to be harder.. Thank God for the store I bought it from!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy Birthday to me! Melissa, and everyone else in Feb.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;March &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blogger changes set me back &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Baby had a birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started being removed from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Meds&lt;/span&gt; and had HORRIBLE side effects that lasted 2 months!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tried to stand up for stay at home moms and was stomped on. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I made my first basket. very cute, very fun I should do another of those. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;April - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grannie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BeeBee&lt;/span&gt; passes. Very sad, we miss her so.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a bad place, depressed, sick, sad, sick, having a hard time coming off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, still.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Found out I could blog from my phone,  Found out blogging from my Phone is a HUGE pain in the ass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to remove the word "gay" from my vocab, Still working on that one. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;May &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; my 3rd NV - Thanks Verizon. - The new phone I have is better anyway &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still have the Patterns from the garage sale from last year *2010 Resolve they go!**&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learned how to e-mail my blog updates. V- Cool. I need to do this more so I do update my blog!! **2010 Resolve **&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of tooth work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Added a Random Fact to my blog.  I like that **2010 Resolve to add more**&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;June &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had tons of fun swimming, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I was sitting with my feet in the water but T was swimming and going under water. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A recap on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PPD&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Signed up to be a Juicy Juice Mom. I still love it and get free stuff all the time!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; to get back on track from the horrible nasty ones to ween.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was not invited to a birthday party - Very sad... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;July &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went on Vacation to Ohio- not blogged.. No Blog entry in July -- BAD!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was not invited to second child birthday party - very upset.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;August &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only one Blog entry - BAD!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did a research study at the YMCA. Loved it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started Selling Tupperware. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started Braille&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;September &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rocked the Tupperware, first month is always exciting, I got tons of free stuff.  Still do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;October &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got some Awesome things from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;EOY&lt;/span&gt; city garage sale (ADDICT)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made a colored rice project, didn't go over as well as plain rice all over my floor!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started my want list for Christmas Projects.  **2010 Resolve Move that to JUNE!**&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sick of Tupperware - but still selling it.. This year may be short lived w the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got Direct TV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;November &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt;, we had Thanksgiving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big Family changes - non &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bloggable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did I mention Big Family Changes? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;December &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The year in review.. What a year. it's been insane&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to work on Blogging more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; less. It's an addiction I tell ya!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good things - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family changes - great things, I didn't realize how good until it was done. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching T get bigger, do more and be so cute and sweet and use good manors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donated time to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;NIC&lt;/span&gt; U Letters for Santa &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Lovable&lt;/span&gt; Babies born to friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not so Good things -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lost people that I loved, both in death and from issues.  - I am sadly now learning that some people value themselves as something they are not, and expect others to take on the whole of a relationship.  I missed out on seeing people I love growing up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; people are bitter.  It's very sad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a horrible issue with medication and caused me to rethink a lot of what I ask my Dr.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learning what it's like to have a sick child, not mind but my best friends.  Very sad. Very hard. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I learned that now if people choose not to love me back I need to let them go, it's not me, it's them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I learned that family is more important than expected, takes on so much more than I realized.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I learned that if I want time, I need to make that time.  That includes, exercise, cooking, family, and ME time.. **2010 Resolve - Work on Me time**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-4271015820755303234?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4271015820755303234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=4271015820755303234&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/4271015820755303234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/4271015820755303234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-not-over-till-its-over-wait-its.html' title='It&apos;s not over till it&apos;s over!.. Wait, it&apos;s over.'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-8580162585681530615</id><published>2009-12-20T15:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T15:44:31.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Spirit.????????</title><content type='html'>It's been a busy month, so busy that my brain is scrambled and I've had too much going on to think enough to write. &lt;br /&gt;My best friend, the one that's been thru too much, so much that geez, she does not need nore diserve anymore but her poor baby was born, with things wrong. No baby should be born with things wrong, let alone possibly needing a new heart at 3 months old.  That's right, 3 months. &lt;br /&gt;My heart aches so bad, I can't write,  I can't find my words anymore.  I hate that I can't do anything, fix something, or do something to help.  Kills me. &lt;br /&gt;On top of all the rest..&lt;br /&gt;this is all I have right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-8580162585681530615?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8580162585681530615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=8580162585681530615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/8580162585681530615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/8580162585681530615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-spirit.html' title='Christmas Spirit.????????'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-7612135097790788256</id><published>2009-11-29T12:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:02:56.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holey Cow, It's December!</title><content type='html'>Wow, how did a whole month sneak by?  I don't get it, as soon as I feel like I am on track and catching up, BAM it's a whole new month.  I started getting T all set up in a new size (of course) and mid way thru she grew out of the 18 month (Finally) and is now partially going into 24 months, do I suck it up and just get rid of all of the 18 month and move into clothes that are too big?  Naa.. that would make my life too easy.  We are moving out of the things I know she's grown out of and have the empty diaper box behind the chair for anything that comes out of the closet that wont/shouldn't go back in. &lt;br /&gt;Is there an easier way?  I would love to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had thanksgiving at my mothers, with a small trip to the inlaws for the check in.  Long story short, there's so much going on that I can't talk about in my blog that imagine this is at least another two pages... I know you get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am prepping for Christmas now, we are going to get our tree next weekend, I wonder to myself which is better, to have a real tree that dies by January and we have to recycle or something with that one, or go fake and add to the addition of plastic?  Sigh... we go real every year, we end up mulching with the needles and branches and the stem? stalk? of the tree(s) are in our garage and I am not sure what that man is planning for them, but it does make me feel less bad that we are working with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tupperware has helped with presents, I am going to have a last cash and carry party before the end of the year, it was going to be this next weekend but that's gone a bust becuase my shippment is late. (sigh) But that is A-ok, we'll go for the weekend after and do just as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost another reader... hmm, oh well, I have to say I've not been working hard enough at writing to keep them.  Sad none the less but fairwell... I did start this blog for me and want to make sure I continue it that way.  I do have plans for 2010 and it's shockingly vain.  2010 is the year of working on me.  Scarry, not that my family suffers but I've got the mind set of if I can't take care of me, how can I take care of them as needed.  (Airplane rules apply)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my change for 2010 resolutions&lt;br /&gt;1. Make myself healthy, this means weight control, exercise and mentaly.&lt;br /&gt;2. (also known as 1A.) Work on eating better, real food, less crap, and a minimal amount of fast food, I don't want to say none becuase that's just waiting to ruin that.&lt;br /&gt;3. (also known as 1B.) Exercise, more regularly, more activity, more for me, including the time to do it.  This does not restrict Wii, treadmills, going for early evening walks, working out at lunch, etc.&lt;br /&gt;4. (also known as 1C.) Making time for me.  I want to have a me night at least every other week, on a week night, work later, possibly work out after work, grocery shopping? any other items that I need to get done. This also makes daddy/daughter time.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sew more, work on finishing projects that I have going on without starting new. &lt;br /&gt;6. Clean more effectivly, I am thinking I may take an organizing class at the local college for new ideas on what to do better.&lt;br /&gt;7.  ............pending..........&lt;br /&gt;8. .............pending..........&lt;br /&gt;9. .............pending..........&lt;br /&gt;10. ...........pending..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's as far as I've gotten so far.  I have a few things I am sure I will come up with before the end of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-7612135097790788256?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7612135097790788256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=7612135097790788256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7612135097790788256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7612135097790788256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/holey-cow-its-december.html' title='Holey Cow, It&apos;s December!'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-5359400484696457798</id><published>2009-11-01T09:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T09:39:00.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I love what &lt;a href="http://turkeycookies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Turkey Cookies&lt;/a&gt; is doing... &lt;a href="http://turkeycookies.blogspot.com/"&gt;right now&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right Now&lt;/em&gt;, I am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt;... an amazing amount of water, in the fall, with leaves everywhere, on the trees and the ground spreading it's rainbow of colors before the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smelling&lt;/span&gt;... apples, ready for baking, cakes and candies ready for Halloween and cookies this weekend, ready to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reading... &lt;/span&gt;trying to read Firefly lane, knowing it is sad and teary, I cannot bring myself to keep going.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Freakonomics-Economist-Explores-Hidden-Everything/dp/006073132X"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;enjoying&lt;/em&gt;... my hard work with making a Halloween costume!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;listening... more NPR than normal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knitting&lt;/span&gt;...  nope, I want to pick it back up for winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;em&gt;drinking&lt;/em&gt;... pumpkin lattes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanting&lt;/em&gt;... make a few handmade holiday gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;embracing&lt;/span&gt;... the love of my family in these rough times &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-5359400484696457798?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5359400484696457798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=5359400484696457798&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/5359400484696457798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/5359400484696457798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-what-turkey-cookies-is-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-8738328206508390424</id><published>2009-10-30T21:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:14:52.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I never promised you a rose garden...</title><content type='html'>I beg your pardon?????  I understand full use of kleenex, of needing them of using them.  On the other hand, I don't claim to be green.  I try, I fail, I try again but I don't put it on my blog as my namesake as my effort.... this really ticks me off, I liked &lt;a href="http://blog.betzwhite.com/2009/10/sneezins-greetings.html"&gt;Betz White&lt;/a&gt;, I feel as if she's sold out... Kleenex?? Really???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-8738328206508390424?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8738328206508390424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=8738328206508390424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/8738328206508390424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/8738328206508390424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-never-promised-you-rose-garden.html' title='I never promised you a rose garden...'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-5195779093958742879</id><published>2009-10-23T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:33:14.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Upside-Down Pear Gingerbread Recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bhg.com/recipe/cakes/upside-down-pear-gingerbread/"&gt;Upside-Down Pear Gingerbread Recipe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a recipe I found on the parents site, it sounds so good and wintery and perfect for Thanksgiving/Christmasy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-5195779093958742879?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bhg.com/recipe/cakes/upside-down-pear-gingerbread/' title='Upside-Down Pear Gingerbread Recipe'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5195779093958742879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=5195779093958742879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/5195779093958742879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/5195779093958742879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/upside-down-pear-gingerbread-recipe.html' title='Upside-Down Pear Gingerbread Recipe'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-1038083578580853642</id><published>2009-10-18T20:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:57:13.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Candy Corn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://shar.es/1z326&gt;Homemade Candy Corn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using &lt;a href="http://sharethis.com"&gt;ShareThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-1038083578580853642?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1038083578580853642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=1038083578580853642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/1038083578580853642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/1038083578580853642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/homemade-candy-corn.html' title='Homemade Candy Corn'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-4337700100258038287</id><published>2009-10-18T15:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:01:55.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not sure...</title><content type='html'>I am not sure if I could love this blog anymore.. It's such a great great thing for so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crafthope.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.crafthope.com/images/100x100.jpg" alt="Craft Hope Spreading seeds of hope one stitch at a time" width="100" border="0" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if I have the time to make the things they make but I love &lt;a href="http://crafthope.com/take-along-quilt/"&gt;this quilt&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how much more madness I can handle in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what we are going to do for Christmas this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if I am going to keep selling Tupperare, depends on how Melissa's party goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if I believe in the whole "everything comes in 3's" but we've had 2 deaths, and I am not sure how long that lasts, if there's a time limit but I hate that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure why we got cable, well satalite, but still, I am not exactly sure, but the people love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure why I LOVE &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/ace-of-cakes/index.html"&gt;Ace of Cakes&lt;/a&gt; but it's an addiction, I mean if there were a mid week I may take off work to watch it... ALONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if anyone else knows that my kid is the cutest on earth, but she should be napping right now and is singing a song about jump(ing) and "ma" which makes it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure I have much more to say now... oh ya.&lt;br /&gt;Prayers/positive energy/thoughts/ love for my neighbors who lost their grand/father/in-law.  Prayers for a friend who found out she's pregnant with conjoined twins,  for those I know in messy divorces, and any one else you can think of that needs it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-4337700100258038287?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4337700100258038287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=4337700100258038287&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/4337700100258038287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/4337700100258038287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-not-sure.html' title='I am not sure...'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-7842978835559249069</id><published>2009-10-08T21:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:33:01.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING... possibly too pittiful to watch!! WARNING!!</title><content type='html'>we are trying to instill good manors and behaviors at home... Now that T is starting to talk, here is where we are now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-300f163baffb413b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D300f163baffb413b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330058071%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D687DD3B02962950700047078A6FB1291D3ADB7DF.30615F132198FDA584299789F32CD6CA17E5887B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D300f163baffb413b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCjDBGGAoQGK7TgJiTOItUzsbBF8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D300f163baffb413b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330058071%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D687DD3B02962950700047078A6FB1291D3ADB7DF.30615F132198FDA584299789F32CD6CA17E5887B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D300f163baffb413b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCjDBGGAoQGK7TgJiTOItUzsbBF8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*she says "help, help please!"&lt;br /&gt;I thought she wanted the cookies I thought I hid, but she wanted the really annoying hammer... I thought I hid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-7842978835559249069?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7842978835559249069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=7842978835559249069&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7842978835559249069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7842978835559249069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/warning-possibly-too-pittiful-to-watch.html' title='WARNING... possibly too pittiful to watch!! WARNING!!'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-6308326055333002006</id><published>2009-10-06T17:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:49:19.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna I wanna I wanna</title><content type='html'>I wanna make my own Luna bars from &lt;a href="http://enlightenedcooking.blogspot.com/2008/02/home-made-lara-bars-energy-bars-part-3.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;  and I wanna make my own CLIF bars from &lt;a href="http://www.wellsphere.com/healthy-cooking-article/homemade-cliff-bars-no-bake/78972"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and with all our apples I am going to make some fruit leather from &lt;a href="http://berlinswhimsy.typepad.com/berlins_whimsy/2009/09/peaches.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to make some of this &lt;a href="http://childhood101.blogspot.com/2009/08/20-fun-at-home-kids-activities-for.html#"&gt;colored rice&lt;/a&gt; and other projects for under $10 for T so she can play with it.. and make a huge mess I am not sure where yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to finish my pie in a jar.  I am having some technical difficulty in the jar department. gulp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-6308326055333002006?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6308326055333002006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=6308326055333002006&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6308326055333002006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6308326055333002006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wanna-i-wanna-i-wanna.html' title='I wanna I wanna I wanna'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-8625639487242099580</id><published>2009-10-03T14:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T15:54:41.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>City Wide Garage Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yogee.com.au/images/LT450A_Vanity_A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 168px;" src="http://www.yogee.com.au/images/LT450A_Vanity_A.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was our citywide garage sale.  I love it... I love it every year twice a year when it's here.  I love the idea of a bargain, and hunting for that bargain, I used to have a partner but shes not been around so I now go alone.  Going alone has some great factors, 1. no sharing :) 2. being able to leave when you want, 3. listening to whatever I want on the radio  These are not all bonus items that I really need, but all in all, it's a good time.&lt;br /&gt;I did find some great deals, I didn't get my bagel, I got coffee from starbucks and a pumpkin scone, it was AWESOMEEEE... I am more and more disappointed in Starbucks these days, I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;Either or, I got some of the greatest deals before I even left my street.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-C_mF3SsGY/SoFY8hE-l-I/AAAAAAAABZA/dUb4Evmk2tY/s400/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-C_mF3SsGY/SoFY8hE-l-I/AAAAAAAABZA/dUb4Evmk2tY/s400/DSC_0028.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my camera is dead so I am going to try to find photo's online to show you.  I don't have the vanity above, I have one way older but I can't find a photo of it, but the seat is close to the base of the one above and it's all attached as one. The second thing I got was the baby carrier, but ours is yellow not pink.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1403/631412138_adc227885a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 175px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1403/631412138_adc227885a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is before I even left the subdivision. The most fun for me right now is trying to find a picture of the next item I found without laughing so hard at the other photos I am finding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OYGjUrdllo/SPVyPg3hWSI/AAAAAAAAIgc/wckkiO6P5R0/s400/IMG_4741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OYGjUrdllo/SPVyPg3hWSI/AAAAAAAAIgc/wckkiO6P5R0/s400/IMG_4741.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got a cabbage patch kid.  Shes normal, brown hair red and blue outfit.  Cute... got a few other things.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered around and changed things up a bit on my normal route, so I went to afew horrible sales and then gave up and saw a guy with bikes piled up all over his truck and some toys and furnature and so I walked up and asked him how much this was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.activitytoysdirect.com/ProdBig/68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 241px;" src="http://www.activitytoysdirect.com/ProdBig/68.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img1.classistatic.com/cps/kj/090913/915r7/90102l7_18.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 200px;" src="http://img1.classistatic.com/cps/kj/090913/915r7/90102l7_18.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this truck and it came home as a huge hit!!  It was only $10 and a pack of almonds :) that was a bonus, he probably got it for less which is great for him but ten dollars is a great deal all on it's own.   I got some other things but here's the excitement of the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love garage sales.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-8625639487242099580?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8625639487242099580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=8625639487242099580&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/8625639487242099580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/8625639487242099580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/city-wide-garage-sale.html' title='City Wide Garage Sale'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-C_mF3SsGY/SoFY8hE-l-I/AAAAAAAABZA/dUb4Evmk2tY/s72-c/DSC_0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-6143232794613024459</id><published>2009-09-28T21:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:56:19.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So I thought I was cool?</title><content type='html'>So, I thought I was cool with the few sites I listed below.  I am so not cool.  Lolly is making PIE in a JAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;You know why this happened, right?? It's because I gave all my jars to my mother (cough cough, three years ago) and they sat in her basement right,, ya, so now they've found a place for them and things to do with them and BAM! look at what I could have done!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lollychops.com/lollychops/2009/09/confessions-of-a-pie-addict.html"&gt;PIE Link to Lolly &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I am loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourbestbites.com/"&gt;Our Best Bites &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who worked with Lolly, I am sure like the fantastic pie making 4 and made all this super cool stuff that I look at and think I can make all the time, but I am so gonna make these and put them in my mom's freezer for her hotel guests during Thanksgiving :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if I were 5 I would say"Dear God, thank you for pie in a jar" (&lt;a href="http://www.101cookbooks.com/archives/000121.html"&gt;and this recipe&lt;/a&gt;)  (&lt;a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/healthy-recipes/NU00566"&gt;and maybe this one too&lt;/a&gt;) and ma and pa, and John boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer, I heard this joke on the radio and it was horrible, and off color and some may call it flat out mean and just too soon but I can't help it, it makes me laugh every time I think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear that Patrick Swayze was going to be a guest on the view all week?  The only thing is, Whoopie will be the only one that can see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.johnnyikon.com/data/articles/2009/09/7003/whoopiswayzeghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 158px;" src="http://www.johnnyikon.com/data/articles/2009/09/7003/whoopiswayzeghost.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba dum bump!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, he would laugh at that one too..&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/6535431909028357521-6143232794613024459?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6143232794613024459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=6143232794613024459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6143232794613024459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6143232794613024459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-i-thought-i-was-cool.html' title='So I thought I was cool?'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-7265729440784822841</id><published>2009-09-27T21:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:34:37.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey there! Tupperware....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I decided I was going to make some money and sell some Tupperware before Christmas so I could get super gifts, some of which will be funded by Tupperware, some will be funded AS Tupperware.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://my2.tupperware.com/triciamccarthy"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SsFr1cR53tI/AAAAAAAABOU/dSci4lPnrYc/s320/emp+maker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386705195180351186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Click the picture -- that's my website!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tupperware has an empanada maker in their current flyer, so today I've been looking for recipes so I can showcase it.  My thought is, you don't really need this machine from a lot of these recipes and as I've been taught you can pinch the edges with a fork just the same but I have this really cool tool, so why would I NOT try it..&lt;br /&gt;like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theperfectpantry.com/2009/04/discos-recipe-chicken-empanadas.html"&gt;DISCOS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/homemade-empanada-recipes"&gt;Squidoo's&lt;/a&gt; got a few.. million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.piemaster.com/turnover.php"&gt;Pie master&lt;/a&gt; gives descriptions of everything they are called!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mahalo.com/empanada"&gt;Breakfast&lt;/a&gt; Empe's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weight-watchers-points-recipes.blogspot.com/2009/01/baked-empanadas-3-pts.html"&gt;Weight watchers&lt;/a&gt; version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/search/delegate.do?searchString=Turnover&amp;amp;site=food&amp;amp;searchType=Recipe"&gt;Food Network&lt;/a&gt; calls them Turnovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://southernfood.about.com/od/cherryrecipes/r/bl30427h.htm"&gt;Cherry cookie turnovers&lt;/a&gt; (I made these with banana and nutella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.birdseyefoods.com/comstock/recipeDetails.asp?id=53B7CD3D63D64FC4BA7011D6147E1F2F"&gt;Quick turnovers &lt;/a&gt;from Comstock (no idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These &lt;a href="http://laylita.com/recipes/2008/07/17/raspberry-goat-cheese-almond-empanadas/"&gt;Raspberry Goat cheese and almond&lt;/a&gt; Empanada's look AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the be all end all of sites is the big &lt;a href="http://fooddownunder.com/cgi-bin/search.cgi?q=turnover"&gt;DownUnder&lt;/a&gt; turnover recipes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loook at this &lt;a href="http://www.doriegreenspan.com/2009/07/evan-kleimans-pie-a-day-an-extraordinary-project.html"&gt;pie!&lt;/a&gt;! I love it !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget the scones, look at this &lt;a href="http://www.doriegreenspan.com/2009/05/-after-writing-about-the.html"&gt;amazing salad&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-7265729440784822841?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7265729440784822841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=7265729440784822841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7265729440784822841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7265729440784822841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-there-tupperware.html' title='Hey there! Tupperware....'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SsFr1cR53tI/AAAAAAAABOU/dSci4lPnrYc/s72-c/emp+maker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-5540612729909664374</id><published>2009-09-05T21:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:19:14.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You say Banana, I say banana</title><content type='html'>Recently we've been teething, not the easy teething that happens at 6 months, but the big bad teeth that come in on the sides and make your head hurt and make you pull your hands to your face, and tug your ears from the pain in your jaw.  So, there are a few things that Miss T is eating these days, won't have chicken, won't have veggies, only eating some fruits.  These are the favorite things and she does not want any of them.  Hmmm.. I have to find something to keep her energy level up during all of this, don't take away the real food, but give her a few little things between meal times as "snacks" to keep her protein up, calcium is a must but she's getting that I am sure so, I do the horrible thing some parents do and give her flavored milk.&lt;br /&gt;But I found this tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;                             &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Banana-Milk-Drink/Detail.aspx"&gt;BANANA MILK DRINK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;INGREDIENTS                             &lt;/h2&gt;                                                          &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     1 large ripe banana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     1 cup milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     1 1/2 teaspoons sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     1 dash ground cinnamon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;                     DIRECTIONS&lt;/h2&gt;                                                           &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt; Place the first four ingredients in a blender; cover and process until smooth. Pour into glasses; sprinkle with cinnamon if desired. Serve immediately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Simple enough, I am sure.  I am going to try this out. Way less sugar than the Nestle Banana milk.  Did I mention she hates strawberry milk, and on occasion will drink the chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cbc.ca/programguide/images/program/b/bruno_and_the_banana_bunch_program.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 255px;" src="http://www.cbc.ca/programguide/images/program/b/bruno_and_the_banana_bunch_program.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;just a little something that we like, and can't seem to find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-5540612729909664374?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5540612729909664374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=5540612729909664374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/5540612729909664374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/5540612729909664374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-say-banana-i-say-banana.html' title='You say Banana, I say banana'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-379674396795611964</id><published>2009-08-30T21:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:07:30.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now more Teachers, now more books..</title><content type='html'>Yup, school days are back and so am I. I am sure I've lost most of my reader base but oh well, time for new things, new learning and new friends.  A new class I am sure.  So, in honor of school, lets talk first assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I did over my summer vacation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did over my summer vacation was nothing too exciting or even that adventuresome but it was still a good time.  We started off the summer (with my below change in meds) and a lot of sleep, seemed we were all sleeping well, the summer didn't start off with a bang but I was getting my energy back in small doses and feeling better more than less.  We did some around the house, not a lot, not enough.  Which is ok. This is the year we've decided what we are doing next year for the yard.  I love blueberry bushes and T loves blueberries, so we are getting 2. I hear you need two so what the hell.  We are also starting a / 2 sections of the front yard for flowers bushes and what not. This is for me, because I want them, and for him "so I don't have to mow so much or trim there any more" so it works out well.  Not sure about mulch or rock, I am assuming mulch, so the lawn mower does not eat the rocks nor the kids on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July hit quickly, we traveled to OhiO to visit the Bucks - fans - and fam's.  It was a good time, Miss T was baptised on Easter of this year, in a small ceremony at my church, where I was baptised.  It was nice, small, quiet, I got out of other holiday events, eggs, dog poop, parks, mud etc.  Nicer.  Back to the Bucks.  We went to visit the Hilliard's to dunk a few more kids, that was nice too.  The church was so pretty, the company divine, the food great as usual, and started our own tradition of make your own pizza night here, that we are actually starting full force next week with new crust! WOW! WOW! WOW!  They did it all up nice and cheep and easy, all of which do not typically go together.  Mushrooms, sauteed onion, hamburger, tomato's, roasted peppers, cheese, flat bread crust hand rolled by the (HA) pizza master himself, (that didn't use enough corn flour to keep them from sticking, ahem) but still good dinner, good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August started off with a bang, then a lot of rain, rain rain. I got picked for a research study for the Y.M.C.A. and off I went to a three week exercise training, to get me back in gear for this winter, that's when I'll take all this nasty weight off.  Makes me sick that I look like this right now, so I have to remember that every time I get weak.  I wish I had a better reason for all of this happening, but I don't and I will remember it later, just like smoking, just like all the rest. Learning from my mistakes, at least this one does not have a leather jacket or a motorcycle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is over, my study ends on the 6th.  I of course will not be providing results but will say I feel better ,I am alert and awake and that is for sure good.  I also started selling Tupperware. HEY THERE, TUPPERWARE! So, if you are looking, and or looking for a hostess let me know :D. My hope is to save up enough to get a playhouse for the basement, I loved having a special place for me to play as a kid.  I think we need that, and turn the living room back into a living room. &lt;br /&gt;Either or, I've had 2 parties, one was a party all on her own, which was great for me, and the second was a book show for everyone @ work.  Good deal too.  This coming Friday I have my first REAL show.  I am excited and nervous all at once.  Thankfully I know the people and the deals so I am in good shape.  She needs to sell $550 to other people to get this insane amount of stuff for her new place. (with a 1 year old just months older than mine) So this should be good times. &lt;br /&gt;With the fall comes the new school year, Miss T goes to private care and there was another family that did drop off earlier than us and have 2, a boy and a girl. Their girl is one of Ts BFF's and the older boy was T's hang out cartoon buddy in the morning.  Mr. Cars' started school this year, so he's been gone, starting this past Tuesday.  T will now walk in the door, run to the living room, look for Mr. Cars and then walk out, head hanging down, sigh and come to me to hide behind my leg. Sad.  She misses him so much. It's so sad.  The first disappointment that we have to deal with, shes doing better everyday.  There are two other kids leaving the sitter soon, I can't say I am sad, I think these things happen for a reason, but the sitter got a new 6 month old boy. I am so excited, not that I cared if T was the youngest there, but I am glad she gets to be around a smaller baby.  This is a great learning event for her, seeing bottles and feedings from the other side of the fence. This will be the time where she figures out how much she likes babies.  She's not picked hers up more this week, but we shall see!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am hoping to blog 1 time per week going forward.  any more is bonus or me being chatty, any less is me being on FB too much.&lt;br /&gt;Missed you. ChaWW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-379674396795611964?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/379674396795611964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=379674396795611964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/379674396795611964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/379674396795611964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/now-more-teachers-now-more-books.html' title='Now more Teachers, now more books..'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-6550057507918388016</id><published>2009-06-28T21:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:10:16.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tid's and Bit's -- just a quick update from here</title><content type='html'>We are heading off to Ohi-(o) next month, our first family vacation.  I am worried, not about the trip, or even the cost of gas (in no way am I looking forward to that either) but about taking a 15/16 month old out of her routine and into a 7+ hour drive for a weekend.  I am praying all goes well, sending off positive energy out to the universe and offering up sacrifices of toys to the toddler gods to get us there and back with the least amount of fits.  We've borrowed a travel DVD player, was gifted two Video Now Jr's, with multiple dvd's to go with it (thankfully, because they don't sell them anymore) and I've purchased enough Juicy Juice to, to, to.. whatever you do with fruit juice...  I expect we are going to Bob Evans for lunch, i.e. $2.50 kids meals that will feed 3 meals or more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news,&lt;br /&gt;I want to make this &lt;a href="http://candacetodd.blogspot.com/2009/06/hooded-doll-blanket-tutorial.html"&gt;blanket&lt;/a&gt; anyone have any patterns for baby doll clothes?  I need to start making some, ours is naked, and we've started the taking off our clothes phase so this may be a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;br /&gt;Meds are going well.  I like the new stuff, I'll have more of an update on that soon, I was giving myself time to make sure I am on the right track and see how things are going.   (p.s. lost almost 10 lbs now)&lt;br /&gt;Reading - Holly's Inbox, it's really funny, really easy read. I am going to need something else for the Drive to Ohio... suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;Watching - Trueblood, was going to start the books but there are FOURTY EIGHT reserves @ the library, anyone who knows me, knows,,, I have ,, ahem, (constant late charges) always donated to the Library.&lt;br /&gt;Eating - tons of fruit, I just found a great little market down the street, open on saturdays and now they have a man that brings in home ground full grain bread that he makes himself, the neighbors got some last weekend and loved it. I am going to get some sometime soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss T-&lt;br /&gt;Doing great, she's walking, getting a bit of an attitude, FREAKING out about things not going her way, does this mean she's spoiled?   I don't want a spoiled kid, but at the same time, I don't want her to think that she can't ask for help, if this is her way of asking until she can say the words.  She's also saying more - Ca' = ball, DA - meaning anything from COME HERE PLEASE to where is my other person that lives here, my husband of course states "it ALWAYS means DADDY" - we've been getting a lot more kisses, who am I to argue, I love it, I hate that it will stop. ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby,&lt;br /&gt;fine, we went to Dave Matthews, it was great. It was our first actual DATE date from the time we had Miss T. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work?&lt;br /&gt;Work is work... still there, thankfully... My week off didn't feel like time off. I didn't get anything done, I think I may have ADD, I lose myself in whatever is in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it for now, I feel I've lost my readers, but if your still here, shout a bit. ok? thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-6550057507918388016?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6550057507918388016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=6550057507918388016&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6550057507918388016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6550057507918388016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/tids-and-bits-just-quick-update-from.html' title='Tid&apos;s and Bit&apos;s -- just a quick update from here'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-232153386139653827</id><published>2009-06-12T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:32:50.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign up - it's awesome!</title><content type='html'>I signed up for the juicy juice bunch, it's all partents and people getting together to talk about how to eat healthy, (drink their jucie, which we love no sugar added) and fun things for kids.&lt;br /&gt;I just finished this article called &lt;a href="http://www.juicyjuice.com/(X(1))/Articles/ArticleDetails.aspx?ArticleId=EC403BAE-6535-43E3-B614-EA97CA0FC040&amp;amp;source=10084236"&gt;Healthy Eating, Happy Kids&lt;/a&gt; and thought I would share. check it out, sign up!!  If you want to give me credit for you signing up, my user name is ToodleDoos (like the etsy business)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-232153386139653827?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/232153386139653827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=232153386139653827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/232153386139653827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/232153386139653827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/sign-up-its-awesome.html' title='Sign up - it&apos;s awesome!'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-5582148813385832283</id><published>2009-06-11T10:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:32:37.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here there and everywhere... (part One)</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I am trying to catch  up on everything, laundry, dishes, housework, blogging, time with Miss T and  that is leaving little time for me.&amp;nbsp; This gives me the big option to  somehow turn into a big mushy pile of crap.&amp;nbsp; I actually laid on my bed last  night watching the Netflix version of Nurse Jackie and Weeds Season 5.&amp;nbsp;  Don't get me wrong, they were GREAT. I miss watching TV, anything without  something blue dancing in the screen is great for me! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG height=202 src="cid:417252413@10062009-1F89" width=160&gt;&lt;IMG  src="cid:417252413@10062009-1F90"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;For those of you  asking about updates on my medication issues. I am off the medication fully, the  one that was really bad.&amp;nbsp; I did start a new medication because, well, there  is no reason to be in the checkout at the store.&amp;nbsp; I mean Brittney has a lot  going on but really... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;So, long story  short, I am on new meds, on a diet/ weight loss change in my life, but I feel  better. I feel more.&amp;nbsp; I can't believe the changes, just from last year  until now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Recap  -&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;UL&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have gone    back to work, after having major surgery, a baby, and postpartum to    gaining&amp;nbsp;__ weight, feeling lethargic, not wanting to do anything but    sleep, because that is the LAST thing I am (was then) getting.    &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;Up    every 2 hours, move to 3, then to 4. Never longer than a 6 hour stretch, up,    over and over and over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;    &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;I miss sleep,    I love it, I wish I could have more of it. Now the Migraines start because I    am not getting sleep, and the depression, and the sugar. It's hard, I can't    function, up at 4 am, to feed, by the time we are done it's time to get in the    shower for work, then work, go up, pump, come back down, try to get my brain    in that place to be productive and know things that used to just come to me.    &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Time to eat lunch,    I am so tired, I just buy lunch at work, of course it's grease and junk    because that's about all they have.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Still tired, I need    soda, sugar something to wake me up. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Coffee is my    friend, I wish I could have more but it makes my milk go down.&amp;nbsp; the only    thing working for me now is nursing, I seem to be pretty good at    it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;    &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;Taking meds    to help the crying, I seem to cry all the time, I guess this is    pp.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Still working, all    the same, I have no energy nothings changing. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Still Crying.    &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;They upped my meds,    I don't know if it's really helping, I feel more numb than anything    else.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;    &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I am still not    getting a lot of sleep, I've moved the monitor so I can't see the light    anymore, just hear the sound. She wakes up a lot, she's been so much better    about self soothing, it's not helping me sleep.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Once I am up, I    am&amp;nbsp;up.&amp;nbsp; I wish I were this awake during the&amp;nbsp;day.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;    &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;It's Christmas, I    can't deal with people. Thanksgiving was bad enough, I feel horrible, like a    big fat pig. I can't believe I got my period, I can't believe I am gaining    weight! I don't even care. ugg..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;    &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;My Birthday, I hate    this day, I am stopping the meds today, Happy Birthday, this is the best gift    to me!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;    &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;OMG, I am dizzy, I    am sick to my stomach, why am I not losing weight? why don't I feel    better?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;    &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;It's the one year    old birthday party. Things went great. I only threw up once today.&amp;nbsp; I    think that's a&amp;nbsp;sad way to know I am feeling better. This med sucks! they    really need to rethink it.&amp;nbsp; I guess I just don't understand all of the    nasty that comes with it. safe in milk I guess that's what they look    for.&amp;nbsp; I am glad I nursed until now,&amp;nbsp; We are weaning now, should only    be another few weeks and we will be all done. I am sad thinking about    that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;    &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;One month after    being off those meds and I still feel like shit! WTH!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;    &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Easter, I don't    want to deal...&amp;nbsp;I want to stay home!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;    &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Saw new doc, he    said&amp;nbsp;work thru it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;    &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN    class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Two months after being off    these meds and its not any better. Called and called and called my ob. no luck    . going to see a new primary next week. Please God! Help me! I can't live like    this!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;    &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;My allergist gave    me some more&amp;nbsp;Benadryl to help with the dizzy spells. Said he'd call me in    some other stuff if I need it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;    &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;the new doc won't    give me anything to help, I called the office they ran more tests and nothing.    work thru it&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;    &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;It's MAY! May and I    am finally feeling better... I think, I am physically feeling better that    is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;    &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I can think again,    not as well as before, but I can at least think. I look like shit, and I know    this in my head, but I can't seem to care.. What is going on with    me?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;    &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Fibber.. I cried    today on the&amp;nbsp;phone with my tech. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is not something    that should happen. I am calling the doctor again.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;    &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Called Primary, he    thinks I should "stick it out" - he said he'd schedule me with a whack job    consult if I am not better by mid summer.&amp;nbsp; Ok, this is a jackass thing to    say.&amp;nbsp; Not really happy about that. This Dr may be short-lived.    &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Still crying, this    is not right.&amp;nbsp; Called ob. Putting me on new med.&amp;nbsp; My choice    med.&amp;nbsp; I feel a little better just knowing that. Is this    physiological?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Started on meds...    Feeling better.. a little more day by day.. Hmm.. Good&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I feel better and    better day by day, I've started walking at work. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;We took a walk    today around the block. T loves the stroller. We may do this a lot this    summer.. good, I need it&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Sharing meals with    T, nice, easy and small.&amp;nbsp; I feel better. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Grocery store,    almost cried in the checkout.. Cried at home, no reason, making dinner. No    period yet? Calling OB. My appt is in&amp;nbsp;3 weeks&amp;nbsp;Maybe I need a higher    dose? Should I wait?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Higher dose per Dr.    Ok, I am ok with that. I can deal. I can handle it.&amp;nbsp; All is well, this is    just for now, just to help.&amp;nbsp; I need to look up side effects.. I am not    really worried.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Looked in the    mirror this am. UGG I am a fat pig.&amp;nbsp; Gross, getting on the treadmill    tonight, starting my ww again, I've got to get this under control.    &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Went to a birthday    party today.&amp;nbsp; Ya, not only am I a fat pig but it seems everyone there    thought so too and felt the need to discuss it.&amp;nbsp; fuk, I hate this.    &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Lost 3 lbs. I feel    better. not a lot better but we are getting there, my goal now is pre preg    weight. we will work from there after that.. get there first. get there first.    &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=417252413-10062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br clear=all&gt; This email was sent to you by Thomson Reuters, the global news and information company.&lt;br&gt;  Any views expressed in this message are those of the individual sender, except where the sender specifically states them to be the views of Thomson Reuters. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-5582148813385832283?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5582148813385832283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=5582148813385832283&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/5582148813385832283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/5582148813385832283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-there-and-everywhere-part-one.html' title='Here there and everywhere... (part One)'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-6357006206751163802</id><published>2009-06-10T07:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:17:55.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Test number 2.. trying out this e-mail thing again,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/Si-mwFlLB2I/AAAAAAAABOE/_H8ihi28c2A/s1600-h/coffee+order-764592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345674627774089058" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/Si-mwFlLB2I/AAAAAAAABOE/_H8ihi28c2A/s320/coffee+order-764592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="100102612-10062009"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got to get the hang of this somehow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="100102612-10062009"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-6357006206751163802?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6357006206751163802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=6357006206751163802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6357006206751163802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6357006206751163802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/test-number-2-trying-out-this-e-mail.html' title='Test number 2.. trying out this e-mail thing again,'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/Si-mwFlLB2I/AAAAAAAABOE/_H8ihi28c2A/s72-c/coffee+order-764592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-7658240658012716380</id><published>2009-06-01T08:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:21:26.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We swam and swam and swam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hippiefamily/3583392603/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3631/3583392603_c199ca9682_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hippiefamily/3583392603/"&gt;look!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/hippiefamily/"&gt;Hippiefamily&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We broke out the kiddie pool yesterday so Miss T could take a dip.  She's ok in the bath but likes to let the water out more than anything else so I was wondering how she would take to the pool.  Holey cow! we were outside from 3 to 4:30. She walked around in the water first, then she played with her fisher price animals that are like nesting dolls, then she started going underwater, by herself! I was shocked, amazed and glad she's not afraid of water.  She was drinking the water as much as she could and was dipping her face in too.  It was so funny.  she's getting too big too fast.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-7658240658012716380?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7658240658012716380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=7658240658012716380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7658240658012716380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7658240658012716380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-swam-and-swam-and-swam.html' title='We swam and swam and swam!'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3631/3583392603_c199ca9682_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-1753312365621913063</id><published>2009-05-29T19:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T19:56:25.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>drill drill drill.....</title><content type='html'>This week seems to be about drilling. They are fixing the street in front of work and what a pain. Drill drill drill, bang bang bang.. Ugg..&lt;br /&gt;Miss T's been watching more cartoons and I find myself at work singing "Blues Clues, Blues Clues" no hand waving, but it goes to singin other songs like, "Scrub scrub scrub (the bath song)" and a little Backyardigans, randomness!&lt;br /&gt;I went to the dentist and now feel a little better about my carbon footprint.  They had plastic covers on the light, plastic 3d glasses on me (ok fine not 3d), gloves on the dentist, gloves on the tech, paper on the seat, 6 forms to fill out, with a folder, mounts of floss, picks,  you name it!&lt;br /&gt;Now for the drill part.... because i have so many fillings, I had to get an "18 point x-ray" yup....18 photos, never thought I had that much MOUTH! They do top, bottom, and center of each section.&lt;br /&gt;I need a filling, crown replaced, and.........appointment with an oral surgeon because she found a white spot.. The white spot on an x-ray is never bad, it's the dark spot around it that she's worried about.  I am not sure what it is, I am not sure what I think about it so we all get to wait to find out. Had I stayed with my old dentist I would have never known this, they don't do x-rays that low in your mouth to see what is so far down by your chin line almost. &lt;br /&gt;We go to help my friend register for her baby shower tomorrow. Should be a good time.  I am making mini quiche and mini cheesecake balls for the shower, as well as invitations and helping with some decor.  Should be nice and HOT in mid July! &lt;br /&gt;so, I saw a blog the other day that had "Random Facts" and I like that.. so I may add some here and there...&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;Random Fact:&lt;br /&gt;I love sitting and watching cartoons with my baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-1753312365621913063?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1753312365621913063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=1753312365621913063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/1753312365621913063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/1753312365621913063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/drill-drill-drill.html' title='drill drill drill.....'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-5428975680799392628</id><published>2009-05-29T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:54:24.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>test test -email post</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SiCPT-GGxpI/AAAAAAAABN8/L8xxjibaaSA/s1600-h/shot5-723541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SiCPT-GGxpI/AAAAAAAABN8/L8xxjibaaSA/s320/shot5-723541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341426731310302866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;testing testing one two three.. checking to see if this takes and adding a photo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-5428975680799392628?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5428975680799392628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=5428975680799392628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/5428975680799392628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/5428975680799392628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/test-test-email-post.html' title='test test -email post'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SiCPT-GGxpI/AAAAAAAABN8/L8xxjibaaSA/s72-c/shot5-723541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-6504089523321723413</id><published>2009-05-18T21:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:52:08.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Patterns Patterns Everywhere</title><content type='html'>So, I went to an estate sale a few weeks back with a friend from work. Mainly because the woman running the sale was, what they call, um, well lets be blunt, &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=ass+over+tea+kettle"&gt;Ass over Tea Kettle&lt;/a&gt;.  She told me come take the patterns, and gave me an amazing price, I could not pass up, so at lunch we ran to see. AND FILLED THE WHOLE Back of my car.  So, I am going to try to sell some, make some and you my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lovely's&lt;/span&gt; get to benefit from all of the insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal. you want a pattern that you see on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flickr&lt;/span&gt;?  Tell me, and let me know what you'll swap me for it.  I am not going to lie, if two people or more want one, you better have some good booty to offer up. &lt;br /&gt;So, my kitchen is red and yellow, my bedroom has never been painted, and sigh, I almost feel we will never agree on a color and it never will. My master bath is hemp (green) with bamboo. Lil Miss T's room is multi colored and themed with "It's a small world" globe on one wall and flowers on the rest that are 5 to 8 ft tall.  My sewing room is a mess and the spare bedroom is just there, the living room is nice, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grayish&lt;/span&gt; tone, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, toys, the works. &lt;br /&gt;Not sure if any of that helps, but seriously, I would rather these patterns go to people I know, even via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt; land, if you don't want to swap, or you just want to buy a pattern, let me know, we'll work something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have other topics but i am going to hold off on them, I don't want to mix my self up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;a href="http://blog.creativekismet.com/2009/05/18/pinch-me-im-dreaming/"&gt;EVERYONE WATCH MARTHA ON THURSDAY!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-6504089523321723413?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6504089523321723413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=6504089523321723413&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6504089523321723413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6504089523321723413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/patterns-patterns-everywhere.html' title='Patterns Patterns Everywhere'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-4867580085373311179</id><published>2009-05-12T21:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:31:47.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ALIVE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SgovHxS-5nI/AAAAAAAABN0/pV4_99Vis28/s1600-h/bloggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335128519112320626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SgovHxS-5nI/AAAAAAAABN0/pV4_99Vis28/s320/bloggy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After quite a bit of surgery, new batteries for my keyboard and mouse, I'm alive again!!! Whew!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, lets catch up.. Here goes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All Miss T says now is No and Wow.. which is nice, because she at least sounds surprised when she's not saying no, which is not often.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am off Friday so the ac guy can come out and charge me $100, I got a ticket &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; going to cost me $100 and the Cable guy is coming out, and ding. possibly another $100.. (you are starting to see the point) on top of the sitter being off and I paid her for the day because, well, everyone gets sick days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been trying to sew recently, not working as well as expected but I did get another sale on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt; site and loaded up a few more items. Also, did give one thing away from a woman that sends me patterns, checks in with me and is very sweet from one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;etsy&lt;/span&gt; sales.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to an estate sale and bought a "lot" of patterns, vintage, mainly 80's stuff and 70's.  INSANE amount of patterns. I am going to sell them online but want to offer my people option if you want any.. I spent TWENTY dollars on over 600 patterns, and yes most are 80s stuff but dresses are dresses and so are shirts... let me know if your looking for something, I am not taking pictures of all of them. I will mostly sell them in lots online. I am thinking I may have a giveaway but who knows.. Sizes are 8 to 16 but I don't know what that means from 30 years ago, are sizing charts the same?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My computer is working again, bu t my phone is still freaking.. sigh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A guy I knew from when I was a kid passed away last week. Not sure where to go with this, but he married his brother and I at the park and then asked me to lift my dress up.... Priests.. what do you expect. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm. not so sure what else is going on. I need to finish  my sisters curtians but I was afraid while I was in my breaking streak.  The car just got an oil change, the small car needs the same this weekend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Hilliards are coming in town and I think the girls are spending the night one night.  It should be fun, a day at the park and maybe some Pizza Pro for lunch?? who knows.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think that's it for now.. more to come soon and photo's too, now that I can upload :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-4867580085373311179?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4867580085373311179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=4867580085373311179&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/4867580085373311179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/4867580085373311179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m ALIVE!!!'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SgovHxS-5nI/AAAAAAAABN0/pV4_99Vis28/s72-c/bloggy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-3848054400662048339</id><published>2009-05-07T17:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:30:00.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I broke it, I broke it, I broke it...</title><content type='html'>Lets start here:&lt;br /&gt;My phone broke, I had to get another, that one broke, I am so ticked at Verizon.. yes you Verizon, your customer service instor SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;I broke my Computer... SCRATCH THAT -- I broke TWO! yup. both of them at home.. one's in the hospital, the other we are thinking hospis.  it's very sad. I am upating from another secret location.. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;I also broke my A.C. so now my wonderful day of is going to be spent with the AC guy oh ya, and a frickin hundred dollars to get things serviced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about it for now, always comes in 3s?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-3848054400662048339?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3848054400662048339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=3848054400662048339&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/3848054400662048339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/3848054400662048339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-broke-it-i-broke-it-i-broke-it.html' title='I broke it, I broke it, I broke it...'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-7532263112551235642</id><published>2009-05-01T18:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T18:04:33.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we are redbox-ing it tonight... any good movie ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-7532263112551235642?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7532263112551235642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=7532263112551235642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7532263112551235642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7532263112551235642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-are-redbox-ing-it-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-5730829112283455302</id><published>2009-04-24T19:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:37:12.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I say Gay too much, and probably in no way it should be defined.</title><content type='html'>I was at work today, and I swear I said it at least 80 times.  For every and any reason. I am trying to break myself of "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fuck"&gt;The BOMB&lt;/a&gt;" because I find myself using that one like I use THE.  It's bad.. I told someone the other day (as if I was saving myself) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BFingS&lt;/span&gt;. Ya, does not help.. So, I resort to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GAAY&lt;/span&gt;.. Everything is gay, I am apparently in 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade....&lt;br /&gt;Long story short.. I've recently become addicted to&lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/"&gt; Pandora&lt;/a&gt;. Of course, I mean it happens when I am sick of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; and or whatever else I've been listening to for a while.  Well, this time I decided to go wit the classics.  By classics, I mean the songs I grew up with.  Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Halen&lt;/span&gt; (I mean who does not know about my love for Sammy?) and any and many others.&lt;br /&gt;I start out with Van Hagar...&lt;br /&gt;Song 1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Poison&lt;/span&gt;, nothing but a good time.. Yes, I do recall. yes, 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade, roller skating, we knew every word.  I giggle. working, singing under my breath.&lt;br /&gt;Song 2. Rush, Lakeside Park.  Not so much in the mood. Skip.&lt;br /&gt;Song 3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;GnR&lt;/span&gt;. Not a fan of Guns N Roses. Reminds me of my first high school boyfriend, that I like as much as Axel Rose in St. Louis. (reminder, he was not ever invited back, used the above BOMB at the crowd)&lt;br /&gt;Song 4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;AcDc&lt;/span&gt;- Thunderstruck.  Ya, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I listen a bit then skip.  Not really in the mood for it, I giggle a little, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;neighbor's&lt;/span&gt; 10 year old is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ACDC&lt;/span&gt; Freak right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song 5.  Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Halen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;.. Classic, David Lee Roth Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Halen&lt;/span&gt;.  I am sitting there, listening to this song.  It breaks me.. I can't believe it breaks me.  The Rush of History comes back to me, and every feeling I felt when I heard this song with that one guy comes with it all.&lt;br /&gt;Song 6. Van Hagar... That song... That one, the one that I heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we were making up from some stupid fight. The song he snuck in the alarm clock &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; player when he had to work early so I would wake to it and a flower by the bedside.  He's sorry. He missed me, he did something and wanted to make up for it.  That day, the one, the one you never forget, the day he cried, outside, washing my car, telling me he could not live without me, he wanted this to be forever, he was not what my family wanted but that was alright with him, he would just work harder.  This was a soap opera day, I'll never forget it.  This song took all of that day and wrapped it up into 10 seconds of opening song and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am CRYING at my desk -- TEARS.. Real ones!!! Crying, I have no idea why, I've been married for years, I've not even thought of this person in Gosh knows how long and I am crying? over a song? What was this? 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade dance? I was never that girl to cry over a guy or a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so gay....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-5730829112283455302?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5730829112283455302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=5730829112283455302&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/5730829112283455302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/5730829112283455302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-i.html' title='I think I say Gay too much, and probably in no way it should be defined.'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-4746362508172534435</id><published>2009-04-24T19:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:47:15.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one more test. photo&amp;#39;s won&amp;#39;t upload&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-4746362508172534435?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4746362508172534435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=4746362508172534435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/4746362508172534435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/4746362508172534435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-more-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-310730260028263380</id><published>2009-04-24T19:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:41:13.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is a test blog... from my phone.. check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-310730260028263380?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/310730260028263380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=310730260028263380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/310730260028263380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/310730260028263380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-test-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-1559231564633481973</id><published>2009-04-22T09:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T09:11:30.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's better than that??</title><content type='html'>So, I've been having a rough spring.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; still hit me, here and there, time and time again I am set back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;queasy&lt;/span&gt; and tired. It's no fun.  I've started watching more what I am eating, drinking and sleeping.  I've not gotten to exercise and that's making me sad. I need it and I miss it, I just have no time for it right now, we are making time, I just need to schedule everything else right to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 2 things yesterday, 1 my period, after a good fight the night before about dishes, I wake up to that.  Oh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;. surprised? no... then the big surprise.. I got FLOWERS.. Beautiful Blue and White &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;daisy's&lt;/span&gt; with purple and pink roses and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stargazer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lilies&lt;/span&gt; in this beautiful rose colored square vase with thick full edges and it was awesome. I actually almost cried (see all of above) and then I got a note with it that said "Thanks for being my sister, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; your awesome and I love you and appreciate you and more people should and your husband's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jerko&lt;/span&gt; but all men are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt;, and I hope these make your day, and they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; more than even I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; you started your period today and we all know that can suck and your allergies are killing you and your getting no sleep, and you didn't get up and walk at 5 am like you were going to but that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to be tired and play your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; because it's fun and you can feel silly doing it and that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; too, and your great,  and awesome and did I mention great and pretty cool too" love Auntie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so the note &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; need to say all that, because that's what I felt when I got it, and the flowers and a cute frame that has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; long metal holder so I can put it almost anywhere or unscrew it and put it on a desk or something. CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;so, long story short, sometime, just think of your sister and send her a little something... because you never know what it will really say to them...&lt;br /&gt;( I sent my sister a i-tunes gift card and ponytail holders last year and I think it did say the above too...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-1559231564633481973?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1559231564633481973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=1559231564633481973&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/1559231564633481973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/1559231564633481973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/whos-better-than-that.html' title='Who&apos;s better than that??'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-7317681266313160268</id><published>2009-04-20T20:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:38:40.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TOMORROW TOMORROW I LOVE YA TOMORROWWWWW</title><content type='html'>It's only &lt;a href="http://benandjerrys.com/?si=1"&gt;FREEE COOOOOONNNNnnnnnneeeeeeeee DDDDDDDDAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, you annie fans had your arms out, just a'singin along!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head on over to your local Ben n Jerry's!! Rock out!! I love this day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-7317681266313160268?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7317681266313160268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=7317681266313160268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7317681266313160268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7317681266313160268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/tomorrow-tomorrow-i-love-ya.html' title='TOMORROW TOMORROW I LOVE YA TOMORROWWWWW'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-8188261649493119836</id><published>2009-04-15T20:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:01:09.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I ran out</title><content type='html'>I think I've run out of things to say.. all my funny is gone these days.. I am not sure what's going on but I am in and out, off and on trying to find my writing again. Sigh.. how hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Just to keep up:&lt;br /&gt;1. Miss T is walking, full Frankenstein walking these days, all over. even blackend her eye on her dryer (little tykes washer dryer set)&lt;br /&gt;2. Baptism. we got Miss T baptized finally, the Hilliard's were in town and we got it taken care of for Easter, which was nice... hard but nice (more on that later)&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm still a bit weepy, it sucks, not always but it still happens, I think that's part of what I lost in my writing, I need to find me right now..&lt;br /&gt;4. no more teeth, she's got 6 and I think is fighting those last two bottom ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it for now. more to come.. soon I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-8188261649493119836?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8188261649493119836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=8188261649493119836&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/8188261649493119836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/8188261649493119836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-i-ran-out.html' title='I think I ran out'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-864110476867837067</id><published>2009-04-10T22:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:20:09.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all just so sad.</title><content type='html'>We had a loss last week, Grannie BeBe passed away.  I am not sure if there are too many of you that remember this post from when Miss T was just&lt;a href="http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-baby-is-one-week-old.html"&gt; one week old&lt;/a&gt;.. But close to that date this year, we lost our neighbor.  She was so sweet and never missed a beat.  I wish we would have visited more, but things get in the way and we talked whenever we saw her outside.  It's so sad to see her family just coming and going like zombies, I know that feeling, I know that look. It's never good.  I feel worse for her grandson, who's one of my favorite kids of all times... He's just such a good kid and is so sad that she's gone.  We all are but I know that being a young teen, it's just harder.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. so sad.  I tear up a bit thinking about it all.&lt;br /&gt;Happier posts to come soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-864110476867837067?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/864110476867837067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=864110476867837067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/864110476867837067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/864110476867837067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-all-just-so-sad.html' title='It&apos;s all just so sad.'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-8652291116364589548</id><published>2009-04-05T16:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:24:58.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you?</title><content type='html'>How does anyone get the time to post, read, work, change diapers, cook dinner, make crafts, etc?  I need a bit of help in my time these days... when does it get easier again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-8652291116364589548?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8652291116364589548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=8652291116364589548&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/8652291116364589548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/8652291116364589548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-do-you.html' title='How do you?'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-4586251295158639271</id><published>2009-04-03T21:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:09:38.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so far behind I think I'm ahead</title><content type='html'>Sniff, sniff. I miss my blog, I Miss my posts, I miss my friends, .......... things are catching up. we are playing TV Tag around here now moving tv's around from all over and getting rid of bad ones... Sigh... I still have not watched anything in weeks...&lt;br /&gt;All is well, I am waiting for stupid JC Penny to send me the proofs of the 1 year old pics, so I can show them...&lt;br /&gt;more soon. I promise, this weekend. I am going to try for at least 2 to 3 posts!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-4586251295158639271?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4586251295158639271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=4586251295158639271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/4586251295158639271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/4586251295158639271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-far-behind-i-think-im-ahead.html' title='so far behind I think I&apos;m ahead'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-2381621072347822963</id><published>2009-03-25T08:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:25:22.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Case you were wondering where it is...</title><content type='html'>I cry everytime I think about my baby being one... there's a lot going on with it so Miss T's birthday post will be loaded up after the event this weekend for her birthday.... the next hard one is 6 right? when they head off to school?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-2381621072347822963?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2381621072347822963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=2381621072347822963&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/2381621072347822963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/2381621072347822963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-case-you-were-wondering-where-it-is.html' title='In Case you were wondering where it is...'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-6506158054105391328</id><published>2009-03-24T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:18:17.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Miss T -- Take 2</title><content type='html'>Super Super happy Birthday! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oWS1hJMo38" 20height="285"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/a&gt; From the Hilliards!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is so cute... And a little &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=99FJfGy4KYo" 20height="285"&gt;Shew Bee&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The favorite is the Dancing with the stars move to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4HnLj0Csa9w" 20height="285"&gt;Grandma with her Birthday &lt;/a&gt;yesterday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( please hope we are fixed now!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-6506158054105391328?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6506158054105391328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=6506158054105391328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6506158054105391328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6506158054105391328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-miss-t-take-2.html' title='Happy Birthday Miss T -- Take 2'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-1110684107812212655</id><published>2009-03-24T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:05:41.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to do a Happy Birthday post but my BLOG IS BROKEN!!!</title><content type='html'>Bloggers new look sucks.. I've been trying to get help for over 3 days now with no luck and I can't even get a birthday post entered!!!IAM SO FRUSTRATED!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-1110684107812212655?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1110684107812212655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=1110684107812212655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/1110684107812212655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/1110684107812212655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/trying-to-do-happy-birthday-post-but-my.html' title='Trying to do a Happy Birthday post but my BLOG IS BROKEN!!!'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-1525243829960650839</id><published>2009-03-19T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:28:15.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Parenting Magazine,</title><content type='html'>Dear Parenting magazine, &lt;br /&gt;I have received this magazine for a year now and really loved it at first, it gave me great insight into my daughters everything, firsts, quirks, all of it. As well as my nieces goings on at their ages.  I am SOOO Disappointed in this new format that I have chosen not to renew my subscription for the new layouts. I feel like I am missing out on so much and this is unfair to your readers that YOU decided what we need.  &lt;br /&gt;Sad. I also will add this to my blog as I feel it's not right if they have pregnant friends and would get them a subscription to your magazine. I will be happy to post your reply so this is fair, &lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;br /&gt;Tricia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-1525243829960650839?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1525243829960650839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=1525243829960650839&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/1525243829960650839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/1525243829960650839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-parenting-magazine.html' title='Dear Parenting Magazine,'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-6097927019393106908</id><published>2009-03-17T11:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:43:15.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Backyardigans, babies and a Whole Lotta Crazies (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Today was Dr day. It's been 9 days, I am still dizzy, woozy, and any other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;zy&lt;/span&gt; words that you can think of and let me know :D&lt;br /&gt;I saw my allergist, whom I LOVE... He's so honest and is a no nonsense kind of guy and I love that about him, he told me it was not allergies and that my other Dr is a quack. Not in those words but he did roll his eyes which made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;He told me to start taking another med for the dizzy spells and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bene&lt;/span&gt; (as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hilliards&lt;/span&gt; call it) was not helping my exhaustion and he wishes that Dr's would listen instead of rushing to make money. More appreciation for this man, more wanting an internist like him I finally ask and he says " You should go to my Dr, but he's a straight shooter." SOLD!&lt;br /&gt;I call for a primary appointment and (please sit down, this gets a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;overwhelming&lt;/span&gt;) the nurse says:&lt;br /&gt;Great, we love new patients, which is better for you, mornings or afternoons. I say mornings are better, the appointments seem to run on time more, and she says "Oh, we try to schedule as needed for time, but I understand, lets get you in at 8:15 so you can stay on track as much as possible" WHAT?? Seriously!!! Who has 8 am appointments these days?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Whoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!!! Then she says "I am going to mail you all the information so you can have it filled out when you get there, we will copy your cards and oh, don't forget to fast 12 hours before your appointment, we will be taking blood" WHAT- a Real appointment where they DO things??? Holey Cow!&lt;br /&gt;So, more to come after my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;, but for now, I am slowly feeling better. less Dizzy/ lightheaded.. still tired...&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Bob's at home sick... because he thinks I just have a virus... but I'm still working..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. Talk about Exhausted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="I am exhausted after that walk.  by Hippiefamily, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hippiefamily/3361192977/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="I am exhausted after that walk. " src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3475/3361192977_9b85f19da5_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S.S. - is this a potty training hint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="I think I need a new roll by Hippiefamily, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hippiefamily/3362031364/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="I think I need a new roll" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3456/3362031364_b2c61eb536_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.P.S -&lt;br /&gt;Happy St. Patty's Day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hippiefamily/3361980752/" title="hmm, that's green, my shirt is green, ya they should be mine  by Hippiefamily, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3547/3361980752_b0ba39c561_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="hmm, that's green, my shirt is green, ya they should be mine " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-6097927019393106908?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6097927019393106908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=6097927019393106908&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6097927019393106908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6097927019393106908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/backyardigans-babies-and-whole-lotta_17.html' title='Backyardigans, babies and a Whole Lotta Crazies (Part 2)'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3475/3361192977_9b85f19da5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-6298163661416863669</id><published>2009-03-16T12:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:31:57.483-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='H'/><title type='text'>Backyardigans, babies and a Whole Lotta Crazies (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have missed you all so much!! Lets go into this whole thing on the positive then we will see how far we get with the rest.. Shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Backyardigans. Miss T loves them! LOVES -- she will wonder in front of the TV until she's actually STANDING in front of it, like that little girl.. you know the one.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.scaryforkids.com/pics/poltergeist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we are finally moving the living room around to bring the big TV up and get the rest of the junk out... Know what that means???!!! Heck ya! I am buying myself a  WII with my bonus and Gett-in Physical -- Physical! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Post to come, Trip to the ER, fell off the WEEEEEeeeeeeiiiiii) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Babies - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holey Cow - EVERYONE IS PREGNANT!! Don't' drink the water! (insert Dave Matthews song here). I can't believe mine is going to be one this month. Insane, speaking of... lets move on to topic number three..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I crack a lot of jokes on here, and vent quite a bit but this is actually a serious topic and really quite a bit insane and yucky.  Do you remember &lt;a href="http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-brunch-guilt.html"&gt;this,&lt;/a&gt; ya, I do too.  Needless to say, I had &lt;a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/postpartum-depression/DS00546"&gt;Postpartum&lt;/a&gt; at the time, and I can tell you it's the most INSANE, INTENSE thing that happens, it's like a period, watching Steel Magnolias, having your husband say your butt is big, no ice cream in the house, last girl scout cookie eating sad time!  I could not talk about going back to work without being in TEARS. It was horrible, so I made an appointment with my OB and went in, also having my first clogged duct. Ya, that was a great visit, I am leaking milk all over crying, half naked, can't fit into anything, Baby's at my mom's I forgot all of the liners to her bottles (which ended up as a good thing) I cried on the phone to my sitter, my boss went off the handle before I even came back to work and I cried on the phone with him then called HR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long story short,  I started meds...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It works, and please if there is a chance that you have it GET HELP!!! I cannot explain what a world of good it did me. Not that it would have helped with the MA but it did help with the rest.  I didn't even know I had it, my sister made me watch P.S. I love you and ya, wth of course we cried... things seemed normal, I had a great visit with her, we had a wonderful time and it was just when I was going back to work that I really had a nice sit down with my emotions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why you ask? Why do I bring this up now?  Well, I started on meds before I went back to work and all was going well, I was suppose to stay on the meds for SIX FULL Months so they could take effect and all went well, things were good then I thought hmmm.. I am suppose to stop taking these around Thanksgiving? That's no good, I could go postal and stab someone with a sweet potato! Fine, not really, ok, maybe... I won't mention names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I decided I would get around Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years, cut down to half a pill then work my way off that right after my "Cough (no numbers) cough" birthday.  So, that's just what I did.. Nice. other than the twenty pounds I put on.  Sucks, but I can always take that off later, lets get back to normal, right? Nursing, yup, not an ounce of formula EVER! YA! Great, now the pills are ready to go away, starting a bit of milk with the feedings prep to ween and now we are getting ready for the first birthday, cleaning up the house and I stop taking the last pill and BAM!  Sunday (last Sunday, not this past) I was really tired so I took a nap, horrible headache, ya it's allergies.. no big deal.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, Horrible headache STILL, nothing is working, now I am getting a little woozy, and I am SO Tired... Then it was like someone spun me around, and I am SO DIZZY I can't even stand.  So, I am sick to my stomach, tired, waking up every half hour at night, queasy, lightheaded, dizzy (yes they are different) and horrible headache.  this is (don't try this at home) where I look up online and yup I am having Withdraws! OMG, I didn't even have them when I quit smoking!! This is the worst I have ever felt in my life, on top of that I have to help cover the late shift at work so I am getting to work between 8 and 9 and staying until 6 some nights 7.  This past week has been the worst of my life. Worse than 1st trimester could have ever been.... I've been popping benedryl every 4 hours just so I can function.  Off to call my DR again. He wants to put me back on that crap for 2 weeks to ween again by using smaller doses over a longer time frame.. I am not having it. If I don't feel better by the end of this week, I will have to think of something but this is bad news.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral of the story here, if you are ever on antidepressants, make sure to ask your Dr questions about getting off it and take the long slow road to get there.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BLAH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More to come :D &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/6535431909028357521-6298163661416863669?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6298163661416863669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=6298163661416863669&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6298163661416863669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6298163661416863669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/backyardigans-babies-and-whole-lotta.html' title='Backyardigans, babies and a Whole Lotta Crazies (Part 1)'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-4034491950292219317</id><published>2009-03-14T11:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:25:17.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty dirty dirty</title><content type='html'>Did anyone hear the recent naked quilt layout in Quilters Home Magazine?&lt;br /&gt;I really am intrigued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. somehow I lost the rest of my post and I will now have to try to re-enter it all.. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more updates to come.. once I get some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-4034491950292219317?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4034491950292219317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=4034491950292219317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/4034491950292219317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/4034491950292219317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/dirty-dirty-dirty.html' title='dirty dirty dirty'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-3847471541824657809</id><published>2009-03-08T22:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:03:53.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Admit your faults, win a prize?</title><content type='html'>Admit your faults, win a prize? Ya. I give in. lets go for this prize winning blog's awesome Booty.  (Linda's having a pirate birthday party so we are all in for pirate talk this week!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all this cool stuff &lt;a href="http://www.hippiefamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and see what you could win too! Awesome!! Toronto Craft Alert.. Cool idea.. too bad it would require me digging a lot of stuff out and admitting that I have not worked on X project in however many months... fine whatever... years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-3847471541824657809?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3847471541824657809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=3847471541824657809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/3847471541824657809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/3847471541824657809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/admit-your-faults-win-prize.html' title='Admit your faults, win a prize?'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-849973202674529315</id><published>2009-03-05T17:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:21:05.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you FRICKIN KIDDIN ME!!~~~~~~Part 2</title><content type='html'>Did anyone see this article in the &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/05/22/AR2007052201554.html?referrer=emailarticlepg"&gt;Washington Post?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean COME ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-849973202674529315?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/849973202674529315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=849973202674529315&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/849973202674529315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/849973202674529315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-frickin-kiddin-mepart-2.html' title='Are you FRICKIN KIDDIN ME!!~~~~~~Part 2'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-673280903816936894</id><published>2009-03-04T22:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:30:02.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tisket A Takset, I made my friend a basket!</title><content type='html'>thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's big enough to fit on my HEAD.. I like it.. it's cute.. not as a hat!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/Sa9UquSk9QI/AAAAAAAABNQ/AJzKtSGU5FY/s1600-h/DSCN8723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/Sa9UquSk9QI/AAAAAAAABNQ/AJzKtSGU5FY/s320/DSCN8723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309555578650293506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/Sa9UqalYKTI/AAAAAAAABNI/qxVuURB-GS0/s1600-h/DSCN8724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/Sa9UqalYKTI/AAAAAAAABNI/qxVuURB-GS0/s320/DSCN8724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309555573360437554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the book at the fabric store when I was getting my machine fixed.  I didn't buy the book, I found a few instructions online and BAM - there I went..&lt;br /&gt;more to come, I am going to try to make another and explain it. I am making one for Miss T for easter as her basket, wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-673280903816936894?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/673280903816936894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=673280903816936894&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/673280903816936894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/673280903816936894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/tisket-takset-i-made-my-friend-basket.html' title='A Tisket A Takset, I made my friend a basket!'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/Sa9UquSk9QI/AAAAAAAABNQ/AJzKtSGU5FY/s72-c/DSCN8723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-2363789870293209617</id><published>2009-03-02T10:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:34:24.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In like a Lion?</title><content type='html'>Jessica over @ &lt;a href="http://turkeycookies.blogspot.com/2009/03/other-night-i-said-peace-out-february.html"&gt;Turkey Cookies had an Ode to March &lt;/a&gt;and I thought it was so cute, I would try it here too. &lt;br /&gt;I have so many people I love that were born in march,  my favorite person was born in March last year!!!  More about her later but make sure to make her number one on the list :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My momma was born in March&lt;br /&gt;My favorite cousin born in March&lt;br /&gt;My Godfather was born in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friends younger sister also born in March&lt;br /&gt;My God SON born in March&lt;br /&gt;March is the month of the Irish, with the Saint that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; my namesake - St. Patrick.  Not that I am a fan of snakes but I like a good beer now and then and that seems to be the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Irish&lt;/span&gt; thing.  Do Sweet Potato's count?&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;astrological&lt;/span&gt; sign bumps into march, Pisces, seems to get the short end of the stick being the last but I believe it to be the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now my Ode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, welcome welcome spring, all is wet and squishy.&lt;br /&gt;welcome, welcome, welcome spring, it's almost like giving birth&lt;br /&gt;the ground is warm and welcoming, the babies all are new,&lt;br /&gt;Easter comes and times are good, for everything to bloom.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, welcome, welcome spring, we love the light and day,&lt;br /&gt;welcome welcome, welcome spring, all the rain can clense&lt;br /&gt;the flowers bloom and bring new sight, the songs are new&lt;br /&gt;The Green is here and leaves will sprout time for us to run about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, not so great, but it's still what I love about March..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy days clean away the scent of winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything sprouting and bring in signs of light and color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees blooming leaves and sprouts of life are coming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-2363789870293209617?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2363789870293209617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=2363789870293209617&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/2363789870293209617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/2363789870293209617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-like-lion.html' title='In like a Lion?'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-5839254059827028544</id><published>2009-02-28T21:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:42:11.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise! I'm back  - Added Bonus, a little BMW @ the bottom of the post!</title><content type='html'>Hi! I have finally gotten back to my computer for a bit.  Whewwww. Things have been crazy! Work has been more hectic than ever, I've been working thru every lunch the past week and my boss's boss had been in for a trip too. It was nice.  I have a friend back in the hospital, and that's so sad, but she's doing better.&lt;br /&gt;Miss T has been on this "I'm so needy I can't function without you holding me no matter what, even if you have to pee I need to sit on your lap then too" phase, so by the time she's in bed I AM BEAT!. I was in bed by 8:30 the past two nights. &lt;br /&gt;It's such a shame, my poor sewing room has taken such a hit.  I've not gotten t anything, even my beautiful birds I got from my swap!! Tomorrow is going to be cold and nasty so daddy's making pasta and I am sewing and catching up on my stuff. Listing a few last stamps on the bay and figuring out the last of the things that I want to get rid of from my craft stuff. &lt;br /&gt;I am going to try out #2 of the cupcake testers tomorrow.  The neighbors are all out of town so I only got one box to test and I have no idea where they are going after I make them. &lt;br /&gt;I've been working on Miss T's birthday party too.  We are down to under a month before she is ONE!!! Can you believe it?? I can't that's for sure.  I want this to be a good, memorable party FOR ME. She's not going to remember it, I am.  I want to invite some friends, family and have a good time...  More to come on that another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Time for the BMW's again (Bitch, Moan, Whine!)&lt;br /&gt;1. People that work in an office... Afternoon poop is made for single stall bathrooms, no one else needs that before they leave or after lunch. Please, take the time to go to the single bathroom downstairs!&lt;br /&gt;2. We have a quiet room at work, and I am sure I've complained about it before, yes I know I have but there is a person that I know that is having an affair and if they use that room and phone again for their personal nasty calls I am going to holler from the rooftops.. PEOPLE USE THAT ROOM - Get the HELL OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Ok, I can't think of anything else that can be in this post, the rest has to be in their own posts.. :)&lt;br /&gt;have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-5839254059827028544?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5839254059827028544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=5839254059827028544&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/5839254059827028544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/5839254059827028544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/surprise-im-back-added-bonus-little-bmw.html' title='Surprise! I&apos;m back  - Added Bonus, a little BMW @ the bottom of the post!'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-4154944079738082483</id><published>2009-02-26T13:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:52:24.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Working to be a better human</title><content type='html'>There are so many little things that we can do to help in the world. The whole Handmade scare really has me thinking of where I want to go with my projects, work and things I learn to do. I am learning to Knit and can make a 4X4 square (ok close to Square) so I am going to help with this &lt;a href="http://www.microrevolt.org/petition_overview.htm"&gt;blanket&lt;/a&gt; to help employees in any and every country get a fair shake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-4154944079738082483?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4154944079738082483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=4154944079738082483&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/4154944079738082483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/4154944079738082483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/working-to-be-better-human.html' title='Working to be a better human'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-9113939954030385280</id><published>2009-02-21T21:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:38:30.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The I's have it....</title><content type='html'>She got a pair of monkey socks and a starbucks gift card... she loves those foofy drinks. Her sister also surprised her with a birthday party, that Miss T and I went to. Miss T was present enough.. and of couse we are going to lunch someday soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BD on the other hand has been less than eventful.. one more day in the weekend.. lets see what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am testing out some of those really cool rainbow cakes, you see them everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;a few things.&lt;br /&gt;they say to use gel food coloring.. do that, this stuff didn't work as well.. look at my poor purple.. it just looks like a gloomy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SaDHkAJfzvI/AAAAAAAABMo/2Nq4-4jtOH4/s1600-h/DSCN8697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SaDHkAJfzvI/AAAAAAAABMo/2Nq4-4jtOH4/s320/DSCN8697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305459782371495666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SaDHkyeFIFI/AAAAAAAABM4/7m9ERu1D6wE/s1600-h/DSCN8698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SaDHkyeFIFI/AAAAAAAABM4/7m9ERu1D6wE/s320/DSCN8698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305459795879600210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SaDHkfGdavI/AAAAAAAABMw/A5B9kRIl6no/s1600-h/DSCN8700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SaDHkfGdavI/AAAAAAAABMw/A5B9kRIl6no/s320/DSCN8700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305459790680255218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SaDHkLD0QaI/AAAAAAAABMg/iqWJvWxIfRM/s1600-h/DSCN8718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SaDHkLD0QaI/AAAAAAAABMg/iqWJvWxIfRM/s320/DSCN8718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305459785300459938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were still good!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SaDHlJGciMI/AAAAAAAABNA/MBt6V2dsKrg/s1600-h/DSCN8690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SaDHlJGciMI/AAAAAAAABNA/MBt6V2dsKrg/s320/DSCN8690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305459801954486466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new favorite thing in the tub.. ya, foam letter... gets her to stop standing up.. for a little bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-9113939954030385280?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9113939954030385280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=9113939954030385280&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/9113939954030385280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/9113939954030385280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-have-it.html' title='The I&apos;s have it....'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SaDHkAJfzvI/AAAAAAAABMo/2Nq4-4jtOH4/s72-c/DSCN8697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-5331811304566937395</id><published>2009-02-20T08:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:19:54.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So, a president, an actress, and I walk into a bar...</title><content type='html'>So, we didn't walk into a bar, but if we did we would all celebrate our birthdays this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, George, he and I have so much in common... I am lying.. we have 1 thing in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b6/Gilbert_Stuart_Williamstown_Portrait_of_George_Washington.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew on the other hand, has a lot in common with me. She's had her ups and downs and figured her life out in her youth. I have not had multple marriages, drug addictions, movies, tons of money, but I still feel that connection with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/83/ETKidcast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than either of these two I share a birthday with with a very dear friend, Melissa.  Melissa had a rough year last year, rougher than anyone I know.  I know some of you are shaking your heads saying 2008 was bad but did you go blind? No, well she did...&lt;br /&gt;So, I need to find a great present for her this year... We are typically used to being super broke but had a deal when we were young to buy eachother a box of cereal and this tradition has gone on for YEARS.. I am not sure what to get her this year to go with her box of cereal.&lt;br /&gt;any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-5331811304566937395?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5331811304566937395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=5331811304566937395&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/5331811304566937395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/5331811304566937395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-president-actress-and-i-walk-into.html' title='So, a president, an actress, and I walk into a bar...'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-81289924050141436</id><published>2009-02-16T22:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:42:58.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over....</title><content type='html'>The E-bay weekend is over, the packages are ready and about to ship.  I was off today, T went to the sitter, not sure what Bob did but it's ok becuase he helped me get everything packed up to ship off. &lt;br /&gt;19 sets of stamps went for about $150. That is not bad at all! I threw in a few bonus stamps here and there, because it's always nice to get a little something extra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my "Arm" in to get looked at over @ Jackman's and thank GOD for all he's done for me in my life and still continues to do more everyday, it was FIFTEEN Dollars to fix! I broke the plastic outside the arm and it should be fixed and back to me soon.. not soon enough but soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss T is officially singing her first song that I can recognize, it's "Row  Row Row your boat" this makes my birthday decision a bit easier by making the party Backyardigans because they sing Row Row on their DVD too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to take a friend to work tomorrow, it's going to suck, I have to backtrack a half hour to pick him up. I am a nice person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to bed, I just spent too much on ebay but am planning to replace my rubbermaid with tupperware and I have to get good deals. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-81289924050141436?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/81289924050141436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=81289924050141436&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/81289924050141436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/81289924050141436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over....'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-6929783930028447488</id><published>2009-02-14T20:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:56:35.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your Damage Heather?</title><content type='html'>Yes, famous line.. worse, I have damage.. I am SO F-ING PISSED OFF!!! AT myself of course, I dropped my embroidery tray. Yup the Whole F-ing thing.. You guessed it. I dropped the bomb, Big Fat F bomb, over and over.  Snaped a piece of plastic right off it and RIGHT when I was about to start using it again.. Oh, I am not dealing with this well. &lt;br /&gt;Oh man oh man. My e-bay ends today, Sigh. I was going to start saving up for a WII for myself. I don't buy me big ticket items often but I did get myself a cricut with my sock sale money and now I was going to save up for a WII for myself but that's now on hold.  Please Pray for my machine, poor baby(lock) thankfully they are fixed here and I am going to call the "dealership" tomorrow and I am hoping they can fix this and there is no real damage. &lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really drop the big bomb.. I said it very quietly after I did it. Miss T was sleeping and the MIL just got here..&lt;br /&gt;oh sigh... **tear**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-6929783930028447488?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6929783930028447488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=6929783930028447488&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6929783930028447488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6929783930028447488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-your-damage-heather.html' title='What&apos;s your Damage Heather?'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-8824710090214187822</id><published>2009-02-11T08:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:53:57.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So I had this dream... It was Crazy!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had one of those dreams that stick with you all day until you figure out something about it or forget it?&lt;br /&gt;I had that this morning, not last night. Miss T woke up at 5 hungry, restless, and I got up with her and put her in bed with me and we both fell back asleep and that's when it happened. &lt;br /&gt;So, here starts my dream, I am in a room that I do not recognize (normally my dreams happen where I have been, something about comfort for me I am sure) but the room was dark, with dark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wallpaper&lt;/span&gt;, standing from the doorway  the bed is to the right and windows straight ahead, there is a canopy over the bed with dark bedding and dark carpeting, that's almost red.  There is a photo on the wall to the left but I cannot see the wall I am standing against but there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;furniture&lt;/span&gt; on this wall, I can tell by my dream later.&lt;br /&gt;The bed, inside the canopy starts Raining.. Pouring, and I jump out of bed and am looking at it, the bed is soaked with water.  I don't know what to do but this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Butler&lt;/span&gt; (kind of person?) comes in and takes the bed and brings me a new one after the rain ends.  He seems shocked, but he and another fellow take the bed and leave, so I follow (this is a dream, if it were a movie the man with the axe would come soon) and take the bed outside.  I follow, wondering what is going on, they set the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mattress&lt;/span&gt; down and walk around it (like men do with cars) and so I ask, what happened? They both agree and the one man speaks and says "I'm surprised, these are normally blood but this one is water, we are going to get rid of it regardless".  They pick the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mattress&lt;/span&gt; back up and head into the woods, there are papers hanging from the trees and white paint (?) on the ground.  I follow, watching them dump the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mattress&lt;/span&gt; into the woods and turn and nail a sign into the tree with a date on it that I cannot read. (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;' remember) The men turn and the one runs off, I am assuming to get another bed? The other walks with me, stops, scrapes the ground with his foot and it somehow turns white and he says a little prayer that I cannot hear. &lt;br /&gt;Then Bob gets out of the shower and turns the hall light on and I wake up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CRAZYY&lt;/span&gt;!! What does that mean???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-8824710090214187822?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8824710090214187822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=8824710090214187822&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/8824710090214187822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/8824710090214187822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-i-had-this-dream-it-was-crazy.html' title='So I had this dream... It was Crazy!'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-232931595100680672</id><published>2009-02-09T20:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:53:11.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I GOT A BID!!!</title><content type='html'>I am NEVER ALLOWED TO E-BAY SELL AGAIN!!! I am a total OSD Freak! I can't handle it, I must be some crazy people pleaser, ADD, Need it now, Wanna know what's gonna happen, Ask people the end of the movie/book, insane, 2 piece of cake eating, CRAZY PERSON!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Ask Z's mom!)&lt;br /&gt;So, I got a bid, and a request for a buy it now.. OMG! That's insane!!! I am so happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the girls were making fun of me because I was reading all of these crazy e-bayers (no offense) but people write things that are just nutzo. so I thought, what the hell, lets go with the flow!! So I put on mine "Cut by a professional Stampin Up Representative" and cracked myself (and others) up.  But now these people are like OH YA BABY! That's awesome!! Who's your stamper, Who's your stamper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang it Karla! No more Cake for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to my insane cleaning of ribbon, I swear my kid's gonna beat up boy scouts and tie them to trees. this kids amazing!!  Oh Sigh... Look at this!!! It was a tornado! She had a great time, I just wish my camera had a charge then! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SZD4IfGjLMI/AAAAAAAABMQ/qbotJm42yY4/s1600-h/DSCN8644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SZD4IfGjLMI/AAAAAAAABMQ/qbotJm42yY4/s320/DSCN8644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301009586086685890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My addiction because who can pass this up!!  The ten cents, YES for the WHOLE THING! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SZD4H-pE3cI/AAAAAAAABMI/wZSvv-yWVsM/s1600-h/DSCN8652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SZD4H-pE3cI/AAAAAAAABMI/wZSvv-yWVsM/s320/DSCN8652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301009577373130178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! One Ninety for TEN Yards of grosgrain! Whoo hoo, ok but the bad news is, there is no more Walmart Fabric Department where I got this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SZD4H7mF6RI/AAAAAAAABMA/cSEhexTHTbw/s1600-h/DSCN8651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SZD4H7mF6RI/AAAAAAAABMA/cSEhexTHTbw/s320/DSCN8651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301009576555309330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fabu invention, it's a ribbon holder/ hider... This is 10 yards of each, in a toilet paper roll, with paint tape (because it won't hurt the ribbon) (Fine, yes and because it was there and I couldn't find anything else! Ok Smarty pants) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SZD4HkWlzSI/AAAAAAAABL4/eYBYf3W0hLs/s1600-h/DSCN8654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SZD4HkWlzSI/AAAAAAAABL4/eYBYf3W0hLs/s320/DSCN8654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301009570316274978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unopened ribbon, sighing that it was saved. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SZD4ISOPMtI/AAAAAAAABMY/lhy-ROtVLek/s1600-h/DSCN8647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SZD4ISOPMtI/AAAAAAAABMY/lhy-ROtVLek/s320/DSCN8647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301009582629270226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor pittiful comforting because she was torn away from her master knot tying.  Her pirate practice... her unbelievable way of making me laugh by cracking herself up during a conversation with Ribbon, It's the Italian in her, I swore I heard "Now, look here See... Your gonna listen to what I say, See.. I'm gonna need a sippy cup and a big wheel and a driver.. somone with long legs See..."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SZD205BCSJI/AAAAAAAABLw/zdHl0GXEwhg/s1600-h/DSCN8542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SZD205BCSJI/AAAAAAAABLw/zdHl0GXEwhg/s320/DSCN8542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301008149933869202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-232931595100680672?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/232931595100680672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=232931595100680672&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/232931595100680672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/232931595100680672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-got-bid.html' title='I GOT A BID!!!'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SZD4IfGjLMI/AAAAAAAABMQ/qbotJm42yY4/s72-c/DSCN8644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-5691481578221658090</id><published>2009-02-07T12:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:55:18.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I may have ADD.. Can someone lend me the H so I have energy too?</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I am finally getting the nerve to put my things on e-bay... Why does this scare me?? I am afraid of mail. I know, some people are afraid of clowns, snakes whatever.. I am horrible at mailing things.. Jump in with both feet, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are trying to catch up on laundry today - and sewing fleece.. because it's 65 out right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the grocery store to get some brownschweiger... I've never figured out how to spell it, and think I may spell it different each time I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back with more once I catch my thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my sure cuts a lot.. I am so excited.. I can't wait to play with it!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-5691481578221658090?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5691481578221658090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=5691481578221658090&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/5691481578221658090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/5691481578221658090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-i-may-have-add-can-someone-lend.html' title='I think I may have ADD.. Can someone lend me the H so I have energy too?'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-1238942222989828946</id><published>2009-02-03T21:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:33:05.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What ever it is I think I see</title><content type='html'>What?? I made something for me??? Who does that?? &lt;br /&gt;What do you think of my new slippers??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SYkLeRk7CmI/AAAAAAAABLo/cW0DO4nxTu4/s1600-h/DSCN8544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SYkLeRk7CmI/AAAAAAAABLo/cW0DO4nxTu4/s320/DSCN8544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298779051320347234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SYkLeBIYASI/AAAAAAAABLg/Kohl2bv5N_I/s1600-h/DSCN8543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SYkLeBIYASI/AAAAAAAABLg/Kohl2bv5N_I/s320/DSCN8543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298779046905643298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-1238942222989828946?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1238942222989828946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=1238942222989828946&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/1238942222989828946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/1238942222989828946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-ever-it-is-i-think-i-see.html' title='What ever it is I think I see'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SYkLeRk7CmI/AAAAAAAABLo/cW0DO4nxTu4/s72-c/DSCN8544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-3554843426705885438</id><published>2009-02-01T22:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:02:03.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little somethin about me? Sure, it's about that time.</title><content type='html'>I swiped the below from Tattood MiniVan Mom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? I was named after my mothers sister, I never have assumed the entire part of my name (PA) and so it confuses people when I do not answer to PAT, PATTY, or any other form of Patricia... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? hmm. I would say a few days, I started my period and that's one of the warning signs.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Depends on the day, it never looks the same twice, this is why I like my typing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? turkey?  tuna? not sure I have a favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Kid, I have one.Unless you count Bob. then I have kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Heck ya. I am hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM? Nooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; nneverrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yup. Never had a reason to get rid of them.. think if I did it could help me lose a few pounds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? Not on purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Our whole house is filled with Cheerios these days. They are not bad. My favorite would have to be cinnamon life or golden grahams.. yumm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? HHAHAHA, my shoes are lucky to make it in the house.. on a bad day, they have been known to get thrown in the back seat of the car while I am still on the highway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;12. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? Mint Chip(we've had this conversation before) the GREEN mint chip. It's cheating if you try to pull off the white as MINT chip, that's just chip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;13. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? I am an eye person, and teeth, which is horrible because if you have bad teeth I can't NOT notice.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;14. RED OR PINK? Pink, all in the world is pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;15. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My dad.. my Godmother, Donald, Ron, there is no most, I miss them all... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;17. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO COMPLETE THIS LIST?? um, sure go for it. it's kind of fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;18. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Jeans and white socks with pink tops. no shoes.. who wears shoes while on the puter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;19. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? typing, and my foot tapping because I am going to finish this then pee then go to bed... and I need to pee more now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;20. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? I am not sure, I mean if you pick an ugly color you last longer, but if you pick a popular color, you get broken faster, but loved.. gosh, I guess it depends on the coloring book that's near by, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;21. FAVORITE SMELLS? My kid no matter what... I also love the smell of mint.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;22. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? my husband, who is still at the superbowl party I left to put the kiddo down for the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;23. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO POSTED THIS NOTE? Sure, she's funny and cute, except that whole mask thing.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;24. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? Cheerleading and motorcycle racing. Neither of have any kind of typical sporting activity but both of which I LOVE and could watch for hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;25. HAIR COLOR? today? Brown, boring starting to get frizzy brown.. Tuesday Six P.M. who knows.. once I walk in and tell Sarah to do it to it, I may end up with red.. hmm.. feelin spicy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;26. EYE COLOR? gray, ish? green.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;27. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? during the week, I try not to wear them on the weekends, giving my eyes a chance to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;28. FAVORITE FOOD? depends on the mood and the day.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;29. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy FUNNY endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;30. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Sigh...... Tinkerbell the movie.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;31. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Nosey, dang! um. Gray tee, the most comfortable one I own. Bob bought it for me as a gag gift, it was on sale at ON for like a buck. It says "Stolen Thunder" on the front and on the back it says "Wat?Whynot Bike?" it's horrible, it's just an undershirt but it's so soft!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;32. SUMMER OR WINTER? Spring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;33. HUGS OR KISSES? Yes please. I'll have that supersized. thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;34. FAVORITE DESSERT? teramizu for sure.. or casadda cake, from my aunt Sadie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;37. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? Fireproof, for bookclub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;38. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? don't use one anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;39. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? I didn't watch TV yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;40. FAVORITE SOUND(S)? giggles from Miss T. Her starting to talk, my husband whistling in the back yard while working. My sewing machine humming... my friends and I laughing and talking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;41. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;42. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Hawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;43. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? I have quite a few, I can sew, play hockey, soccer, knit, cross stitch so well it looks the same on back as on front, I can take pictures pretty well, I am a good friend and a good listener.. gosh, I rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;44. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? In St. L. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;46. HOW DID YOU MEET YOUR SPOUSE/SIGNIFICANT OTHER? At work. We met at a happy hour, then at a benefit meeting the next day we talked, that weekend we went to a happy hour then to a horrible halloween party, and here we are.. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI - I took some of the questions out that I am assuming came thru as an e-mail.. so my numbers don't line up right.. right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-3554843426705885438?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3554843426705885438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=3554843426705885438&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/3554843426705885438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/3554843426705885438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-somethin-about-me-sure-its-about.html' title='A little somethin about me? Sure, it&apos;s about that time.'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-8052513882343510478</id><published>2009-01-31T19:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:17:16.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter?</title><content type='html'>Who's on it? who likes it?&lt;br /&gt;I signed up but I am assuming you need people in order for it to be really effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mailed all my stuff out today- I am being hosted on &lt;a href="http://www.lollychops.com"&gt;Lolly's&lt;/a&gt; site again tomorrow, I made Sherry's recipe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-8052513882343510478?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8052513882343510478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=8052513882343510478&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/8052513882343510478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/8052513882343510478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/twitter.html' title='Twitter?'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-861646409757551994</id><published>2009-01-28T10:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:55:05.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>After a rough week, we need a little fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My friend sent me this e-mail and I have a feeling Melissa's going to Sunday Sweepstakes it from me.. but it's too cute not to share... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever go around to the back of Mt Rushmore???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296389103449841890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SYCN0_9goOI/AAAAAAAABLY/oCNzcsgif58/s320/buttinski" border="0" /&gt;&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-861646409757551994?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/861646409757551994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=861646409757551994&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/861646409757551994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/861646409757551994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-rough-week-we-need-little-fun.html' title='After a rough week, we need a little fun...'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SYCN0_9goOI/AAAAAAAABLY/oCNzcsgif58/s72-c/buttinski' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-4093162217608144068</id><published>2009-01-26T21:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:36:23.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously Kiefer...Your 24 ain't got NOTHIN on mine!</title><content type='html'>Calling all cars, Calling all cars...We've got a Number Two in the H2O...&lt;br /&gt;Yup.. here's how my Sunday evening started.. Poop inside the tub, it's poop inside the tub (Everybody say Whoops upside ja head, whoops upside ja head!)&lt;br /&gt;Delay of game due to cleaning &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.irvinehousingblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/caddyshack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 173px;" src="http://www.irvinehousingblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/caddyshack.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, cleaned the tub, back in and out... and we're good. &lt;br /&gt;Then, out of the tub, and we always sit on my bed, on my side *you see where this is going don't you* and PEED IN MY BED!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh sigh... ok, so maybe it is time to clean the sheets....at EIGHT PM!&lt;br /&gt;Ten p.m. the snoring starts.. LOUD.. no, smarty pants. not me! Miss T.. Snoring, a lot.. Oh man, there is a kid sick at the sitter, don't start this on a sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;Ten thirty, I am going to bed, laying there, listening to the monitor, it's getting so much louder and then the coughing starts.. this goes on until after 12:30... Daddy, (the poor thing) can't sleep so he goes downstairs on the couch *(and may possible stay there) long story short, I got about an hour and a half of sleep overall until 5 ish.&lt;br /&gt;We get up, call the Dr get our assigned time of 9:45 and we are getting ready, eating a very quick breakfast and out the door, Now pay attention this goes fast.&lt;br /&gt;1. forgot the diaper bag FORGOT IT!! AT HOME!&lt;br /&gt;2. Get to the dr, we have to see the nurse p. we could have RSV so they test her.&lt;br /&gt;2.a. SWAB up the nose, both sides.. ya, I would have kicked the nurse too.. Yup, kicked the nurse.&lt;br /&gt;2.b. then had to have a breathing treatment in the office.  She grabbed the nurses hand and pulled it away and pulled the tube out. My kid is smart.. pissed off and smart!&lt;br /&gt;3. leave the Dr office, get in the car, get out and go to wallgreens to get our stuff (*ear infection and RSV with breathing treatments for a WEEK to ten days!!) Walgreens #1 wait is TWO plus hours.. have I mentioned the breathing treatment stuff is PREPACKAGED!!! GRRR I hate that walgreens! Walgreens #2 - Fifteen Minutes!!&lt;br /&gt;4. we run to arby's (story for tomorrow, tune back in during naptime) and get lunch.&lt;br /&gt;5. back to Walgreens after a brief stop at Starbucks for momma... needing it... and talked to the matress giant guy taking out trash and we can get my bed thing firxed. ( tune in tomorrow for that one too)&lt;br /&gt;6. home ** Interesting part here*** So we finally get home and I go to open the garage and the car clicker is dead but I have one on my key chain and go to click it and the button SLIDES into the clicker and STICKS@@ ON!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So, I am like "oh crap!" so I am trying to mess with it and get it back in it's place so the light goes off and the door is going UP AND DOWN -- UP AND DOWN ya, your cracking up arn't you..&lt;br /&gt;so I am like shit, what do I do?? I am trying to hide it so it's not making it work, no.. not happenin UP AND DOWN -- UP AND DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;I take T out of her carseat and by this point it's down. so I put my keys in my pocket and go up to the door to open it by the code.. and it starts to go up then it stops like 4 inches off the ground and the clicker and the wall unit are fighting... it would start to go up then start to go down again...&lt;br /&gt;it took us almost 4 minutes to get in the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there Kiefer!! It takes you an ENTIRE SEASON to have that much entertainment in one day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-4093162217608144068?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4093162217608144068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=4093162217608144068&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/4093162217608144068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/4093162217608144068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/seriously-kieferyour-24-aint-got-nothin.html' title='Seriously Kiefer...Your 24 ain&apos;t got NOTHIN on mine!'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-891026324938698515</id><published>2009-01-25T21:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:47:16.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The LIST of stamps</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I looked on ebay for pricing and took the average or under the buy it now price, any offers, give me a shout, I am totally open (to getting rid of these) so, if you have any interest, reply here or e-mail me at toodledoos at charter dot net.  Also, if you think the prices are too h igh or low, please let me know. I have not sold a lot of these kinds of things before so I am open to suggestions or help.. again -- I say -- HELPP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RETIRED - &lt;br /&gt;• STAMPIN UP – TWO STEP STAMPIN – SHAPES AND SHADOWS UN CUT- $10&lt;br /&gt;• BY DEFINITION (DEF  OF LOVE) - $12 TO $15 – UN CUT&lt;br /&gt;• NATURE BLOCKS –DOUP SET- CAN’T PRICE. E-BAY HAS $1 EA – FIND PRICE? CUT&lt;br /&gt;• DEFINITELY DECORATIVE DAISY – CUT- $15&lt;br /&gt;• SUMMER BY THE SEA- UNCUT - $30&lt;br /&gt;• EXPRESS YOURSELF – RARE? - $20&lt;br /&gt;• LOVELY AS A TREE – UNCUT- $40 &lt;br /&gt;• STIPPLE CELEBRATIONS – UNCUT - $5 (TOO POPULAR) &lt;br /&gt;• STAMPIN UP CAMPOUT RETIRED RARE STAMP SET L – CUT - $15&lt;br /&gt;• SPRING GIFTS 2002 – MISSING 2? - $4&lt;br /&gt;• STAMPIN UP SINCERE SALUTATIONS STAMP SET –UNCUT - $15&lt;br /&gt;• A LITTLE LOVE – UN CUT – TOO POPULAR $4&lt;br /&gt;• BASKET OF KINDNESS – CUT – USED. VERY CLEAN - $20? CHECKING PRICE ON EB&lt;br /&gt;• CONTEMPORARY ALPHABET NUMBERS – UNCUT  - ALPHA – CUT - $?? PENDING E-BAY 1 ITEM&lt;br /&gt;• SWEET HERBS - $10 &lt;br /&gt;• BIRTHDAY BEST – USED – TOO POPULAR - $2&lt;br /&gt;• AROUND AND ABOUT – USED – NO BIDS $2&lt;br /&gt;• MINI’S – CAN’T FIND NAME.. TOO POPULAR – THINK WAS HOSTESS GIFT $2&lt;br /&gt;• SMORGASBORDERS – A LOT – NO BIDS – USED $2&lt;br /&gt;• FISHY FRIENDS –CUT NOT USED - $8&lt;br /&gt;• FRESH FLOWERS – CUT – USED BUT CLEAN – POPULAR $4&lt;br /&gt;• I LIKE YOUR STYLE – CUT -$12 – MOST BIN PRICE IS $19.99&lt;br /&gt;• FUN FILLED - $5&lt;br /&gt;• FALL WHIMSY - $8 (PENDING PRICE CHECK ON BID)&lt;br /&gt;• MINI MESSAGES – TOO POPULAR –CUT – UNUSED  $2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-891026324938698515?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/891026324938698515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=891026324938698515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/891026324938698515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/891026324938698515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/list-of-stamps.html' title='The LIST of stamps'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-4688013952613363602</id><published>2009-01-23T13:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:22:33.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stamp Sale!!</title><content type='html'>I earned enough money to buy a CRICUT!!! So I am going to sell off some of my sets of stamps that I really never used but for sure won't now...&lt;br /&gt;Any interests give a holler... Leave a note... send an e-mail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Please no carrier pigions, they poops on my car!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I am going to go thru them all this weekend so I will have actual names soon.  I am selling the rest on CL or ETSY/EBAY if no interest from friends and family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-4688013952613363602?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4688013952613363602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=4688013952613363602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/4688013952613363602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/4688013952613363602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/stamp-sale.html' title='Stamp Sale!!'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-7481490800761699021</id><published>2009-01-20T22:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:15:34.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am alive.. swamped but alive</title><content type='html'>So, I did my 43 things and have been so busy.  Miss T is eating real food now so I have to figure out dinners that are, sad to say a bit more bland that we are used to.  Daddy likes peppered steaks and spicy mexican and now we are trying to eat healthier and more verity, not my thing.  I don't think outside the box like I should when it comes to food. I could eat salad every night for 2 weeks then change to something else.  Daddy is a bit pickier so he sometimes just won't eat what I make so I make smaller portions or just don't make it at all... Now figure that out for 1.5 of us... Ya.. Hard.&lt;br /&gt;I made 17 tennis towels (pictures to come, another story, totally cool, needs it's own post)&lt;br /&gt;45 pair of socks (and sold over $150!!! worth!!!)&lt;br /&gt; lost my brand new camera, found it...&lt;br /&gt;had our Parents as Teachers meeting&lt;br /&gt;met a new friend&lt;br /&gt;started swimming lessons for Miss T.&lt;br /&gt;got tons of new clothes for her that I had to organize&lt;br /&gt;visited with a friend that lives over an hour away, so that's 2 hours for the trip, which is hard to do more than once a month.&lt;br /&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;read&lt;br /&gt;book club&lt;br /&gt;girls night out&lt;br /&gt;and helped my neighbor with a 6th grade charity event at her daughters school/our church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all so much.. I am loading up pictures tomorrow(i.e. tonight but I won't stay up to edit) and will have many many updates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-7481490800761699021?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7481490800761699021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=7481490800761699021&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7481490800761699021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7481490800761699021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-alive-swamped-but-alive.html' title='I am alive.. swamped but alive'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-4624187330072719867</id><published>2009-01-15T11:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:46:59.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wadda Shithead!</title><content type='html'>So, I am at lunch (ish) and there is a guy that I work with that was making cracks about how cold it was and he was going to put someone elses coat on. Well, he picked the smallest person in our room and so I said "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1YWwQZp7r_8"&gt;it will be like Fat man in a little coat&lt;/a&gt;" from Tommy Boy.  Funny Movie! Funny Scene! Classic! (click will take you to U Tube)&lt;br /&gt;then the conversation turns bad, all of a sudden I called him fat (per his word) I hurt his feelings, I am such a this and that, and I walked over to look at someones weight watchers book and he turns around and says "Don't bother, it's NOT like THAT's going to help"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT HEAD!!! So, I am trying not to be a bitch, but I really want to go off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-4624187330072719867?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4624187330072719867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=4624187330072719867&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/4624187330072719867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/4624187330072719867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/wadda-shithead.html' title='Wadda Shithead!'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-3636362371503408307</id><published>2009-01-13T10:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:08:02.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP A SISTAH OUT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok, this is my FAVORITE book as a kid... Santa got it for Miss T for xmas, ok, for both of us. I went out to the website for some unknown reason today and just saw they are setting up to make a STAMP! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLEASE sign up!! Please help out.. We need great classic books in our kids lives and this is one of those books!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ezra-jack-keats.org/petition_page/signup.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290810660090517522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SWy8Q3CLmBI/AAAAAAAABKM/6jXNE7iixXY/s320/STAMP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6535431909028357521-3636362371503408307?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3636362371503408307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=3636362371503408307&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/3636362371503408307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/3636362371503408307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/help-sistah-out.html' title='HELP A SISTAH OUT!!!'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SWy8Q3CLmBI/AAAAAAAABKM/6jXNE7iixXY/s72-c/STAMP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-6745242696037206719</id><published>2009-01-12T20:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:14:23.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of a little - 3 -</title><content type='html'>My husband is making me watch the chicks funky boobs (not in a good way either!) on the Bachelor, he's nuts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added my maiden name on my FB page and am getting stalked by High School DREAMS.. They are crazyyyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few things about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I dated a guy with hair longer than mine, it was so red too, and he played the guitar and drove a VW rabbit.  He never took me anywhere nice but he always made me laugh. It took me close to 10 years to get over him.... and he was not that good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I dated a stocking blond guy that got caught stealing with some other guys and ended up in big trouble. He never treated me well, it didn't take me long to get over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I dated a guy with a ponytail, a bad attitude and a few really nice cars.  He wanted me when he could not have me then didn't care what I did when he did have me.  He was a mechanic, my car was treated better than I was.  I miss that car....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I dated a guy that drove a motorcycle, had fast cars, was really good looking and hit me so hard I flew down a flight of stairs and probably should have had stitches.  He was easy to walk away from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I dated a guy that loved me more than anything, paid my rent, let me drive his car when mine broke down and he drove it with THREE gears! took care of me when I was sick, paid attention to my God Daughter when she was over to spend the night, and played games with her.  Played Hockey with me and took me to really nice places... and I treated him like shit... I led him down the path of thinking we would stay together, and that was never true.  it's sad, I would apologize to him if I saw him today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 I married a guy that I met and knew I wanted, I loved everything about him from the moment we first spoke.  He's the most wonderful father, husband, takes care of my car, our house, has nice things, takes me nice places, never hits me, takes care of the baby when I don't feel good, makes me dinner, allows me to sing as loud as I want and never tells me how bad it sounds... and so much more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-6745242696037206719?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6745242696037206719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=6745242696037206719&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6745242696037206719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6745242696037206719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/lot-of-little-3.html' title='A lot of a little - 3 -'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-2938772713554440693</id><published>2009-01-11T21:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:03:59.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of a little - 2-</title><content type='html'>I  need New Music!!! HELP!! LEAVE A COMMENT.. Please, I beg, my I-tunes begs more!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-2938772713554440693?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2938772713554440693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=2938772713554440693&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/2938772713554440693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/2938772713554440693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/lot-of-little-2.html' title='A lot of a little - 2-'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-8948329289234349704</id><published>2009-01-11T20:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:25:56.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of a little - 1-</title><content type='html'>I have been running myself ragged these days trying to finish this and that and laundry, sewing, cleaning, cooking, sleeping, working and whatever else comes our way.  I.E. Swim lessons, basketball games, wrestling, cleaning bathrooms, an overwhelming amount of dishes, etc, etc, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this week is going to be a lot of little catching up.. a note here a note there.. maybe even a few pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my birds started. they are based of a Japanese cartoon I saw.. there cute but somethings missing, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my towels done for my Ohio order, I need to get them shipped this week. I am so Glad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to finish one more quilt to have my Grandma's quilts done for this Christmas.  I guess I will do one for my MIL next year?  Who knows... thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught up with a high school friend on FB and now am somewhat addicted again.  I look for updates too often.. Uhh..as if I need another addiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started back up on the treadmill, I am going for 4 times a week 30 min per time... uhhhgggg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-8948329289234349704?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8948329289234349704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=8948329289234349704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/8948329289234349704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/8948329289234349704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/lot-of-little-1.html' title='A lot of a little - 1-'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-7179555776676675665</id><published>2009-01-01T21:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:30:24.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Crafty</title><content type='html'>This is so cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.creativekismet.com/2009/01/01/bird-of-change-exchange/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SWArXmn9R1I/AAAAAAAABJ8/-694Iyh6iGI/s320/bird+exc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287273647038089042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to work on me this year, work on being a good mom, a good sew/craft/artist/knitter person, work on cleaning and cooking and baking and better at my job. Enjoying my job, and or finding one I do enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to clean house around the blog too.  If I am erratic, hope that I am cleaning, cooking, crafting, mommy-ing, singing, dancing, swimming (lessons for Miss T.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here I go.. and anyone wants to join in, this is going to be so much fun.  I really want our tree interactive next year, something that a 1 almost 2 year old won't be afraid to break if she goes near... like it was this year with all of our Irish dancers on the tree...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-7179555776676675665?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7179555776676675665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=7179555776676675665&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7179555776676675665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7179555776676675665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/being-crafty.html' title='Being Crafty'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SWArXmn9R1I/AAAAAAAABJ8/-694Iyh6iGI/s72-c/bird+exc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-8468927695346924255</id><published>2008-12-27T20:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T20:56:58.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Open Letter to Banquet Foods...</title><content type='html'>Dear&lt;a href="http://www.conagrafoods.com/consumer/brands/getBrand.do?page=banquet#prevNextLinks"&gt; Banquet Homestyle Bakes team&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;We recently purchased 2 of your products the dumplings and chicken, we tried first tonight.  There was so much salt in the dish that we could not even finish it and I had to thaw out fish sticks and toss the whole thing.  I am disappointed and am worried about even trying the fried rice. The UPC on the box is ***********. My hope is this is a bad batch but I am going to post on my blog to be worried and maybe add water, I added a half a can even without the box saying so and I am sure it could have used more.  I believe I am fair in my assessment and will gladly post your return as well in hope that this is an error and these dinners are better than the current one we've tried. &lt;br /&gt;thanks so much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell you how salty this was, it was horrible. I am so disappointed, it cooked in 15 minutes and would have been a great easy dinner... I'll let you know what they say... I guess I need to pay more attention to Sodium on the boxes.. this was 1540!!! WTH, am I in need of a salt lick?&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-8468927695346924255?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8468927695346924255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=8468927695346924255&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/8468927695346924255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/8468927695346924255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/open-letter-to-banquet-foods.html' title='An Open Letter to Banquet Foods...'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-7571309747614828923</id><published>2008-12-23T13:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:20:56.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a party!!!</title><content type='html'>There's about to be a party in our tummy's!!  We are going to Grandma's house tomorrow and the fun begins.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Have a great Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;.... Hugs all around.. I'll be back this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x33yb9_yo-gabba-gabba-theres-a-party-in-my_fun"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x33yb9_yo-gabba-gabba-theres-a-party-in-my_fun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-7571309747614828923?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7571309747614828923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=7571309747614828923&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7571309747614828923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7571309747614828923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/httpwww.html' title='Time for a party!!!'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-5887181727000576998</id><published>2008-12-22T22:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:02:40.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mail Call Mail Call &amp; More!</title><content type='html'>OK, so I have a few things done and a few things failed that I needed a bit of help on.&lt;br /&gt;I have finished the girls "mail" and mail bags, and I decided that I needed to make "mailboxes" because who has the time to get mail delivered into their hand all day long? Not my sisters in law, they would go mad and kill me for all the mail the girls have at home. So, the mail has to be cute, washable, simple, and have a place to go when daddy's got raw chicken in his hands and can't accept the package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pictures first of &lt;a href="http://www.craftpad.com/2008/11/jolly-little-postman.html"&gt;the mail:&lt;/a&gt; *&lt;a href="http://www.craftpad.com/"&gt;We got the idea from Craft Pad&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBdpbiUitI/AAAAAAAABIU/8jG4ee8wB6k/s1600-h/DSCN8188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBdpbiUitI/AAAAAAAABIU/8jG4ee8wB6k/s320/DSCN8188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282825329253321426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBdph-WREI/AAAAAAAABIc/WXrBrJPOE_M/s1600-h/DSCN8190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 109px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBdph-WREI/AAAAAAAABIc/WXrBrJPOE_M/s320/DSCN8190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282825330981487682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBdo6GGCoI/AAAAAAAABIE/2j0aIUr_2Zo/s1600-h/DSCN8196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBdo6GGCoI/AAAAAAAABIE/2j0aIUr_2Zo/s320/DSCN8196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282825320276560514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBdpKv9KCI/AAAAAAAABIM/jUmsm9fSrMc/s1600-h/DSCN8193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 109px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBdpKv9KCI/AAAAAAAABIM/jUmsm9fSrMc/s320/DSCN8193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282825324747106338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mail, I cheated on, I have a machine that does type and I had 4+ bags to make so I had to make a lot of mail per kid.  2 parents, 4 grandparents, any siblings, of course me and Miss T. and one From them that's open in the back to put things in to deliver too.&lt;br /&gt;The mailbags are made for some that have siblings and all have easy names M, H, A and T so we could make bags and either side would still be the same letter.... This made it easy to make the decision to just make the bags for the person, this way no fighting ever over who's bag it really is.&lt;br /&gt;So, now comes the big problem, the ones that don't have someone at home to play with... i.e. the chicken issue.&lt;br /&gt; Oh ya, Mailboxes.  I promised a home made Christmas, and I can't give up now!!! (Who remembers the year I swore cards? Ya, Martin Luther King Day will never be forgotten, I got them ALL out by then!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I decided Mailboxes were possible and after many many attempts I got the design. What better than to stick on a door knob.  This way it can go anywhere (just about) and allow the adults do other things while enjoying play time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBdp4liGyI/AAAAAAAABIk/16fGRF_9L2E/s1600-h/DSCN8206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBdp4liGyI/AAAAAAAABIk/16fGRF_9L2E/s320/DSCN8206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282825337051421474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBkzZHmpiI/AAAAAAAABIs/yBlTrrnGYAE/s1600-h/DSCN8208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBkzZHmpiI/AAAAAAAABIs/yBlTrrnGYAE/s320/DSCN8208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282833196984477218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBk0bDr5DI/AAAAAAAABI0/VoPa5bcamj8/s1600-h/DSCN8207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBk0bDr5DI/AAAAAAAABI0/VoPa5bcamj8/s320/DSCN8207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282833214684783666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first try didn't work well at all.  It fell over and fell over and no matter what I did, it fell over.  I made a keyhole slot in the back to slide over the door knob and slide up so the mailbox would stay on the door.  I thought after I finished I would cover in felt or fabric, so the hole would be covered.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBk1v35FtI/AAAAAAAABJE/8pCzVIuwPCA/s1600-h/DSCN8274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBk1v35FtI/AAAAAAAABJE/8pCzVIuwPCA/s320/DSCN8274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282833237452330706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBk04D9HTI/AAAAAAAABI8/dwYWSSpr8PI/s1600-h/DSCN8272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBk04D9HTI/AAAAAAAABI8/dwYWSSpr8PI/s320/DSCN8272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282833222470540594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBk1klOrYI/AAAAAAAABJM/9XCngEWU0Vo/s1600-h/DSCN8277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBk1klOrYI/AAAAAAAABJM/9XCngEWU0Vo/s320/DSCN8277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282833234421263746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went over this time and time again until I finally got it.  I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JoAnn's&lt;/span&gt; to get a few final items for Christmas and saw they had colored needlepoint canvas which worked out so well I didn't feel the need to cover it.  I started making my mailbox.  and look how cute it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's what you do:&lt;br /&gt;Supplies:&lt;br /&gt;1 piece of needlepoint canvas - colored or white.&lt;br /&gt;Thread or Yarn to sew (2 colors preferred)&lt;br /&gt;An easy thread needle&lt;br /&gt;easy point scissors to cut small parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the piece of the canvas and fold in half and cut down the middle, once you do that take 28 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;squ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBq_XH_KSI/AAAAAAAABJU/HpP9z_0vE08/s1600-h/DSCN8278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBq_XH_KSI/AAAAAAAABJU/HpP9z_0vE08/s320/DSCN8278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282839999677409570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ares (or an even 30) and cut those off for the bottom&lt;br /&gt;measure another same amount of lines and cut those to be the back, measure up the back side and make an arch as best you can so you can sew the lines on. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can measure this and put what I used if anyone wants my exact measurements. Just comment and ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the back piece, cut a slice about 15 squares by 6 or 8 depending on the door knob, I cut 6 then tried on a few at my house but these can always be cut to fit later.&lt;br /&gt;Cut and set aside 2 small pieces of 15 by 15 to use to even out the wobble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to have any sharp points.  **Tip, if you can't get your cutting close enough or it still feels sharp, tap it with a bit of hot glue, it will soften any edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used thread but think that yarn would work just as well if not better, stronger and would really make the colors pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sew loose but taught across the seams, start out with the wording on one side and complete the word MAIL and or the numbers or letters of the address.  I didn't get too fancy here, Mail is pretty easy to keep straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take one of the 15X15's and hook 5 squares in on the round of the box and the back (where the door knob will go) and sew on while still flat. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBq_23v7RI/AAAAAAAABJk/_jZ5ez-flKY/s1600-h/DSCN8280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 123px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBq_23v7RI/AAAAAAAABJk/_jZ5ez-flKY/s320/DSCN8280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282840008199236882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It will be so much easier than trying to do this when the whole thing is together.&lt;br /&gt;Now sew the bottom onto the back piece.  This quickens up the steps so you can move on without having to keep one hand inside the mailbox as much. I folded mine over and did a loose stitch that was taught enough to stay together but flexible enough to bend and stand where it needed to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBrAMVLojI/AAAAAAAABJs/J51mXePYbq0/s1600-h/DSCN8288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBrAMVLojI/AAAAAAAABJs/J51mXePYbq0/s320/DSCN8288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282840013959832114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once complete, start on one edge of the bottom and back and start sewing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBq_okciaI/AAAAAAAABJc/WqhGk6FHDsA/s1600-h/DSCN8279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBq_okciaI/AAAAAAAABJc/WqhGk6FHDsA/s320/DSCN8279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282840004360178082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBrAwenLtI/AAAAAAAABJ0/SfzYST10LlM/s1600-h/DSCN8292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBrAwenLtI/AAAAAAAABJ0/SfzYST10LlM/s320/DSCN8292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282840023663062738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once the mailbox is together take the last 15x15 and sew 5 squares up from the bottom and the other side against the bottom edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TaDa&lt;/span&gt;! Cute mailbox that can hang on any door inside (or out) of the house to collect that hard working mail and keep some busy while others are busy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays, I hope these go over well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-5887181727000576998?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5887181727000576998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=5887181727000576998&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/5887181727000576998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/5887181727000576998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/keep-up-people-im-all-over-place-today.html' title='Mail Call Mail Call &amp; More!'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SVBdpbiUitI/AAAAAAAABIU/8jG4ee8wB6k/s72-c/DSCN8188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-7460569263481124227</id><published>2008-12-20T23:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:16:06.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Christmas ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/creativekismet/3109900544/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3138/3109900544_d8c44b238f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/creativekismet/3109900544/"&gt;8 maids-a-milking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/creativekismet/"&gt;Creative Kismet&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look at this shot... &lt;a href="http://blog.creativekismet.com/"&gt;Creative Kisme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.creativekismet.com/"&gt;t&lt;/a&gt; took it at a holiday celebration and I love it!! It's so great... I mean where else can you get Eight Maids a Milking???&lt;br /&gt;It should have been my Friday Foto, but I've been crazed.. I hope to get a few shots out tomorrow of what I've been working on but it seems the blogging Gods are against me when it comes to posting this month... I am one busy elf, I hope those guys are union because this gig is so not worth it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, This whole first day of Christmas and all is so great, well for Miss T.&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of Christmas Miss T got a box from New York and some new Sassy tubby toeeeyyss.. (ok no pears no rhyming)&lt;br /&gt;On the Second day of Christmas Miss T got another Box, (no turtle doves) with a new outfit and a cute basket from Thomas (and Kate, and big daddy)&lt;br /&gt;On the Third day of Christmas Miss T got a gift from our old New Yorker, transplanted, mismatched shoes and everything, it's a great book that plays lots of songs... Too Cute..&lt;br /&gt;On the Fourth Day of Christmas Miss T got a visitor, our neighbor girl with a new rattle for lil Chickie...&lt;br /&gt;Santie comes soon, so who knows what else we'll get.  We go see Nee Nee tomorrow and I am sure we will come home with a book of some sort. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-7460569263481124227?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7460569263481124227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=7460569263481124227&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7460569263481124227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7460569263481124227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/days-of-christmas.html' title='Days of Christmas ...'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3138/3109900544_d8c44b238f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-441015791468606463</id><published>2008-12-17T13:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:31:28.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya better watch out, ya better not cry, ya better watch Google, I'm tellin ya why!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, this seriously is the cooletst thing EVERRRRR.. &lt;a href="http://www.noradsanta.org/en/home.html#utm_campaign=en&amp;amp;utm_medium=mapshpp&amp;amp;utm_source=en-mapshpp-na-us-gns-gm"&gt;Track Santa&lt;/a&gt; on his treck across the world!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-441015791468606463?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/441015791468606463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=441015791468606463&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/441015791468606463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/441015791468606463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/ya-better-watch-out-ya-better-not-cry.html' title='Ya better watch out, ya better not cry, ya better watch Google, I&apos;m tellin ya why!!!'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-8241786810799265053</id><published>2008-12-16T16:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:05:32.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not that This should be any kind of Surprise..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/are-you-a-jackie-or-a-marilyn-or-someone-else-mad-menera-female-icon-quiz"&gt;Take Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(19, 19, 19);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(172, 0, 12);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ello&lt;span style="color: rgb(172, 0, 12);"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uizzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Funny, I can't wait to find out who you all are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUglfLEzstI/AAAAAAAABH8/qA-YpFLVjiM/s1600-h/kat.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUglfLEzstI/AAAAAAAABH8/qA-YpFLVjiM/s320/kat.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280511780571034322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Katharine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Katharine -- "I am happy and open to new things"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katharine's are energetic, lively, and optimistic. They want to contribute to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Get Along with Me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * * Give me companionship, affection, and freedom. &lt;br /&gt;  * * Engage with me in stimulating conversation and laughter. &lt;br /&gt;  * * Appreciate my grand visions and listen to my stories. &lt;br /&gt;  * * Don't try to change my style. Accept me the way I am. &lt;br /&gt;  * * Be responsible for yourself. I dislike clingy or needy people. &lt;br /&gt;  * * Don't tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I Like About Being a Katharine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * * being optimistic and not letting life's troubles get me down &lt;br /&gt;  * * being spontaneous and free-spirited &lt;br /&gt;  * * being outspoken and outrageous. It's part of the fun. &lt;br /&gt;  * * being generous and trying to make the world a better place &lt;br /&gt;  * * having the guts to take risks and to try exciting adventures &lt;br /&gt;  * * having such varied interests and abilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Hard About Being a Katharine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * * not having enough time to do all the things I want &lt;br /&gt;  * * not completing things I start &lt;br /&gt;  * * not being able to profit from the benefits that come from specializing; not making a commitment to a career &lt;br /&gt;  * * having a tendency to be ungrounded; getting lost in plans or fantasies &lt;br /&gt;  * * feeling confined when I'm in a one-to-one relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katharines as Children Often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * * are action oriented and adventuresome&lt;br /&gt;  * * drum up excitement &lt;br /&gt;  * * prefer being with other children to being alone &lt;br /&gt;  * * finesse their way around adults &lt;br /&gt;  * * dream of the freedom they'll have when they grow up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katharines as Parents &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * * are often enthusiastic and generous &lt;br /&gt;  * * want their children to be exposed to many adventures in life &lt;br /&gt;  * * may be too busy with their own activities to be attentive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-8241786810799265053?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8241786810799265053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=8241786810799265053&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/8241786810799265053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/8241786810799265053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-that-this-should-be-any-kind-of.html' title='Not that This should be any kind of Surprise..'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUglfLEzstI/AAAAAAAABH8/qA-YpFLVjiM/s72-c/kat.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-4988759994440353509</id><published>2008-12-14T16:35:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:25:40.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighborhood Christmas party fun!!!</title><content type='html'>This weekend we had our neighborhood Kids Christmas party.  It was so much fun and we got to use MY idea this year so I am so excited to blog about it that I put the baby down for a nap and ran to the window,... Wait Wait Wait.. Wrong story... Ran to the computer to blog about it!&lt;br /&gt;Ideas flew about what we could do, and the person who's house it was said cookies.  The kids can cut them out and after they cook they can decorate them... WOW! That's a lot of work we said... She agreed and off to think again.  Neighbor two said Gingerbread houses, we'll make them up the night before and have them all decorate them.. MAKE? Who's going to make 16 gingerbread houses??&lt;br /&gt;Now they call me, my idea has been the same, year after year...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWMe0zkI9I/AAAAAAAABFU/djINQ4jnSrs/s1600-h/DSCN8027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWMe0zkI9I/AAAAAAAABFU/djINQ4jnSrs/s200/DSCN8027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279780599360660434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so easy and what we will do.&lt;br /&gt;I'll make the houses and task things to you.&lt;br /&gt;One neighbor will bring some marshmallows too, and icing to cover as if it is glue.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWMfLvGTwI/AAAAAAAABFc/bIcnBjr8X08/s1600-h/DSCN8031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWMfLvGTwI/AAAAAAAABFc/bIcnBjr8X08/s200/DSCN8031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279780605515943682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the neighbors will all need to bring, some candy to cover and at least two different things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWMfIRWw-I/AAAAAAAABFk/Cx_XQvZ0zkQ/s1600-h/DSCN8038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWMfIRWw-I/AAAAAAAABFk/Cx_XQvZ0zkQ/s200/DSCN8038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279780604585886690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I worked for two hours just mixing it up. I made up the houses and chilled them right up.  I finished the making and then cut them out.  It wasn't too easy but they rounded about.  I am not a piggy, no huffing or puffing, but these houses turned out like bricks no mussing no fussing and no crazy tricks!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWMflA4zBI/AAAAAAAABF0/M_Zqusl8Ts0/s1600-h/DSCN8056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWMflA4zBI/AAAAAAAABF0/M_Zqusl8Ts0/s200/DSCN8056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279780612301442066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWMfieChdI/AAAAAAAABFs/g0OXMYLOBEk/s1600-h/DSCN8041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWMfieChdI/AAAAAAAABFs/g0OXMYLOBEk/s200/DSCN8041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279780611618407890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWNtVzhvHI/AAAAAAAABF8/4kLmgFrWU-E/s1600-h/DSCN8058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWNtVzhvHI/AAAAAAAABF8/4kLmgFrWU-E/s200/DSCN8058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279781948248669298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWNtnFW2_I/AAAAAAAABGE/8xnJ2CTB7zQ/s1600-h/DSCN8063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWNtnFW2_I/AAAAAAAABGE/8xnJ2CTB7zQ/s200/DSCN8063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279781952886856690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWNt2pY_sI/AAAAAAAABGM/SN4roWCNFpU/s1600-h/DSCN8075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWNt2pY_sI/AAAAAAAABGM/SN4roWCNFpU/s200/DSCN8075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279781957064523458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the neighbors with houses in hand, some cardboard with foil to use as a stand.  The decorations were pretty and even so bright, that they may even last the day and tonight!  The workers were tough and some were so pretty, they didn't even mind that the work was so sticky! No Dilly, no dally just work and get to it, and all shared a lot and helped each one through it! My rhyme may sound silly, yet my words all are true, but my hope is your neighbors are great ones too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWNt-CylbI/AAAAAAAABGU/xsCfXILKLsc/s1600-h/DSCN8113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWNt-CylbI/AAAAAAAABGU/xsCfXILKLsc/s200/DSCN8113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279781959050106290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWNuOw2tCI/AAAAAAAABGc/f8C2F8oWjS8/s1600-h/DSCN8116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWNuOw2tCI/AAAAAAAABGc/f8C2F8oWjS8/s200/DSCN8116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279781963538281506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWRHGlw06I/AAAAAAAABHM/1dpqRaECJwY/s1600-h/DSCN8150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWRLaJkQ4I/AAAAAAAABHs/PE_7HUWNrC0/s200/DSCN8179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279785763345810306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWRHuoNtSI/AAAAAAAABHc/NeTGom_dnY0/s1600-h/DSCN8115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWRHuoNtSI/AAAAAAAABHc/NeTGom_dnY0/s200/DSCN8115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279785700123587874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWPqd-a97I/AAAAAAAABG0/EDm1zNSkXz0/s1600-h/DSCN8130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWPqd-a97I/AAAAAAAABG0/EDm1zNSkXz0/s200/DSCN8130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279784097925494706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWRHVYB9QI/AAAAAAAABHU/FYQa3uG1uhs/s1600-h/DSCN8146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWRHVYB9QI/AAAAAAAABHU/FYQa3uG1uhs/s200/DSCN8146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279785693344822530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWPqwdvLnI/AAAAAAAABG8/VIGNfyXAk08/s1600-h/DSCN8135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWPqwdvLnI/AAAAAAAABG8/VIGNfyXAk08/s200/DSCN8135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279784102888681074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWRK6RJzkI/AAAAAAAABHk/KSjB_dfBdxc/s1600-h/DSCN8176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWRK6RJzkI/AAAAAAAABHk/KSjB_dfBdxc/s200/DSCN8176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279785754787696194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWPrEgodoI/AAAAAAAABHE/mC2hDGDBPRs/s1600-h/DSCN8140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWPrEgodoI/AAAAAAAABHE/mC2hDGDBPRs/s200/DSCN8140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279784108269532802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so long story short.  Massive Rice Crispy treats, 3 pans full, two are house bottoms and one cut into triangle to make roofs, everyone brought candy that went into muffin tins and icing into ziplock bags with holes cut in one corner to "glue" on your houses, one little boy was wanting a paper towel till he found out it was not real glue then he was so happy he was glittering everything so he could squirt it.&lt;br /&gt;SUPER EASY!! All the kids got along, we had so much fun, glad not everyting was unwrapped, it would have been wasted.  Tons of fun, and even the littler ones (2 year olds) had a great time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-4988759994440353509?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4988759994440353509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=4988759994440353509&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/4988759994440353509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/4988759994440353509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/neighborhood-christmas-party-fun.html' title='Neighborhood Christmas party fun!!!'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SUWMe0zkI9I/AAAAAAAABFU/djINQ4jnSrs/s72-c/DSCN8027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-7655694425054312887</id><published>2008-12-11T20:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:19:59.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh ya, I got it!</title><content type='html'>I got the eye and ear infection now... I've been home today, on my volunteer day, reviewing papers for the hospital.  Good thing I got "mad skills" and can multitask and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was thinking I should take  a picture of my eyes, but I can't wear my contacts, and I can't see to get a clear picture without my glasses that stop you from seeing the full nastiness of my eyes.. So I found some pics online that I love, speaking of Eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.portfolio.com/images/feeds/blogs/clockwork-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 132px;" src="http://www.portfolio.com/images/feeds/blogs/clockwork-large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather have this Clockwork Orange Eye... Crazy, Creepy and honestly a little sexy.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/ACO-EYE-a-clockwork-orange-1102185_75_75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 104px;" src="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/ACO-EYE-a-clockwork-orange-1102185_75_75.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, no Friday Foto because I am trying to get better, work, and get my house cleaned so I can get my Christmas Presents made. I will have  a ton of pictures tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-7655694425054312887?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7655694425054312887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=7655694425054312887&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7655694425054312887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/7655694425054312887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-ya-i-got-it.html' title='Oh ya, I got it!'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-6609109428294572354</id><published>2008-12-08T21:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:47:54.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang on you little Spider Monkey! -- Spoiler Alert --</title><content type='html'>We saw Twilight, yes we do, we saw Twilight, how bout you~..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;a href="http://zanderandme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zander's Mom&lt;/a&gt; and I were the ONLY TWO IN THE THEATER!! Ok, benefit of the doubt, yes Monday, yes School Night, but seriously, Me &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://zanderandme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Z's Momma&lt;/a&gt;, alone, in a theater, with chocolate, popcorn, soda and more candy... there was too much giggling to really take this movie seriously..... Here's my spoof... and maybe a little bitching....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post brought to you today by Fleet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.assetchemist.co.uk/images/uploads/fleet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 199px;" src="http://www.assetchemist.co.uk/images/uploads/fleet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward? Is that you??? Rosalie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.delawareonline.com/blogs/uploaded_images/bert-771629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 488px; height: 139px;" src="http://www.delawareonline.com/blogs/uploaded_images/bert-771629.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmgrenade.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/new-twilight-images-of-bella-and-edward12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 278px;" src="http://www.filmgrenade.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/new-twilight-images-of-bella-and-edward12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper, I am your Fatha.... (insert heavy breathing here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.podster.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/fotos/tv_data.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 199px;" src="http://www.podster.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/fotos/tv_data.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3252/2735967407_c631e67d08.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 194px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3252/2735967407_c631e67d08.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, is this the real Jasper?? Where the hell was he during the movie? They killed him and put an android in there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freewebs.com/thecullenscoven/jr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 408px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/thecullenscoven/jr.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh James, I know where you were in your past life.. We still love you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_6/Twilight_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 487px;" src="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_6/Twilight_movie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never knew you were one of the Lost Boys thou... Maybe you were in that one boy band too... hmmm.. and the world may never know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.best-horror-movies.com/images/lostboyguys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 232px;" src="http://www.best-horror-movies.com/images/lostboyguys.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://zanderandme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Z's mom&lt;/a&gt; is going to post and I can't wait to read it with my morning cuppa Jo... She cracked me up the whole time (even if I was late!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-6609109428294572354?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6609109428294572354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=6609109428294572354&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6609109428294572354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6609109428294572354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/hang-on-you-little-spider-monkey.html' title='Hang on you little Spider Monkey! -- Spoiler Alert --'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-88956149907582706</id><published>2008-12-04T21:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:04:52.851-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFF'/><title type='text'>FFF - Thanksgiving (no snot)</title><content type='html'>Ok, so every year it gets bigger, more fun and a lot more family.. but this year, I wanted to take a real look around and see what makes home, homey...&lt;br /&gt;My mother made this, the year I was born, or when I was one, I bet it took that long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/STikr7urs-I/AAAAAAAABFM/g7MFpvaC-vI/s1600-h/DSCN7995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276148038139360226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/STikr7urs-I/AAAAAAAABFM/g7MFpvaC-vI/s200/DSCN7995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phone has been around longer than I have, there have been plans to make it into a real working phone, and a million other things.. it never got it's day in the sun as anything other than a really cool old phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/STikroWQkXI/AAAAAAAABFE/Y7jd1-AlFQQ/s1600-h/DSCN7997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276148032936644978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/STikroWQkXI/AAAAAAAABFE/Y7jd1-AlFQQ/s200/DSCN7997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a crazy vase.. CRAZY, it's always been around, remind anyone of that movie.. with the lamp.. you know the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/STikrITo2ZI/AAAAAAAABE8/7pvYxEXgaNU/s1600-h/DSCN7999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276148024335718802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/STikrITo2ZI/AAAAAAAABE8/7pvYxEXgaNU/s200/DSCN7999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another thing my mother made, always hung in the house. Hours upon hours of work to make this thing.. if I would have done this, it would be a stick and half blue,,, in a box, in the basement, of someones house that bought it from my garage sale because I would have been tired of looking at it, lurking at me..&lt;br /&gt;but she did it, and it's so pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/STikqeOHtnI/AAAAAAAABE0/xfZn0hF04co/s1600-h/DSCN8002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276148013038286450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/STikqeOHtnI/AAAAAAAABE0/xfZn0hF04co/s200/DSCN8002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pretty, look at the best part of thanksgiving this year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/STikp4sFl3I/AAAAAAAABEs/J3Q_1dc4u5Q/s1600-h/DSCN7954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276148002963429234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/STikp4sFl3I/AAAAAAAABEs/J3Q_1dc4u5Q/s200/DSCN7954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop by &lt;a href="http://carriestuckmann.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carries&lt;/a&gt; for more holiday fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-88956149907582706?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/88956149907582706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=88956149907582706&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/88956149907582706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/88956149907582706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-no-snot.html' title='FFF - Thanksgiving (no snot)'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/STikr7urs-I/AAAAAAAABFM/g7MFpvaC-vI/s72-c/DSCN7995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-4851845192537365560</id><published>2008-12-03T18:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:39:01.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>**Gross Talk!!** you may wanna skip this one</title><content type='html'>Captains log Day Two:&lt;br /&gt;The natives are still crazy, snot is running a muck!  (and I still would not do &lt;a href="http://www.kk.org/cooltools/archives/001663.php"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;) I am not sure what else can be done, i may lose my mind soon. I had 2 hours of sleep 2 nights ago and last night I was on a 30 minute timer to get up... go in, wipe the nose, calm the tears, and lay back down, fall back asleep in about 10 minutes, and then 20 minutes later start over.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Dr this morning and we have an EYE infection from wiping the nose with the hand then wiping the eyes... yes. both eyes... We also have an ear infection... GREAT...  Got meds, and they still smell the same, that fake bubble gummy whatever that is, and eye drops.  3 times a day for what seems like F O R E V E R!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/dre0602l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/dre0602l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ending Snot.... That was surly what awaited me....&lt;br /&gt;(remember that from A Christmas Story?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0082526/"&gt;Ralphie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Oooh fuuudge! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0791789/"&gt;Ralphie as Adult&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;narrating&lt;/i&gt;] Only I didn't say "Fudge." I said THE word, the big one, the queen-mother of dirty words, the "F-dash-dash-dash" word! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0569000/"&gt;Mr. Parker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;stunned&lt;/i&gt;] *What* did you say? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0082526/"&gt;Ralphie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Uh, um... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0569000/"&gt;Mr. Parker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: That's... what I thought you said. Get in the car. Go on! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0791789/"&gt;Ralphie as Adult&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;narrating&lt;/i&gt;] It was all over - I was dead. What would it be? The guillotine? Hanging? The chair? The rack? The Chinese water torture? Hmmph. Mere child's play compared to what surely awaited me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, if you replace the word HAIR with SNOT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7dyl0j3WU6Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7dyl0j3WU6Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I've sang that all day...&lt;br /&gt;more tomorrow, after a shower&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-4851845192537365560?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4851845192537365560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=4851845192537365560&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/4851845192537365560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/4851845192537365560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/gross-talk-you-may-wanna-skip-this-one.html' title='**Gross Talk!!** you may wanna skip this one'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-6440231833536552576</id><published>2008-12-01T11:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:26:48.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks - Giving - Taking and No Thanks!</title><content type='html'>Oh it's over..&lt;br /&gt;GIVING -&lt;br /&gt;We are thankful for Family, friends and a good long week off.  We are thankful for Cheaper gas prices that saved us when driving 90+ miles a day everyday last week to see family.  We are thankful for family coming into town and driving their own hundreds of miles to see us. &lt;br /&gt;Miss T is thankful for - Mashed Potato's, Pumpkin Pie, french fries from Wendy's, chicken soup from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Panera&lt;/span&gt; (St. Louis Bread Co here) unsalted top crackers, vanilla wafers, plain shortbread girl scout cookies, and Vanilla &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Frosties&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wendys&lt;/span&gt;!  No wonder she does not like Carrots!!!&lt;br /&gt;Daddy is thankful for -days off, sleeping in, play time with Miss T, cars that run, cheep gas, hugs and kisses, lots of saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;daddddaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;" and the start of Lost in Jan.&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my my beautiful baby girl, my loving husband, brothers and sister that are the best cooks ever, sisters in law just for being there, my mom/grandma to Miss T, my sewing machine, family events that last jut long enough, fun with the nieces, friends that remind me how good things are in our lives and so much more...&lt;br /&gt;TAKING -&lt;br /&gt;We have been thanked by Grandmas that didn't have Miss T cry when they held her, aunts that got to spend quality time with, uncles that said we were good parents, friends that we shared food with and broke bread with, extra special out of the way trips to say hello.. and so much more...&lt;br /&gt;NO THANKS -&lt;br /&gt;No thanks to those that got drunk at holiday fests and bitched about stupid worthless items. Those that rolled their eyes, made snide side remarks, acted stupid when they were asked to tone down the loud and yelling, not acting like an adult in a family, not being able to share joy in others lives, drinking wine that was brought for a celebration before the recipients arrived and then laughed and said we missed out it was good.  Rude &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unfamily&lt;/span&gt; like behavior and passive aggressive attitudes and actions.  Lack of respect for the United Stated in which they live, option to move to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Europe&lt;/span&gt; that they love so much! Burn the F-ing place down for all I care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying so hard not to be hurt and upset by the actions of those in the no thanks bar but it's so hard when they are suppose to be in a family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt;, I understand everyone being their own person and am sure learning a lesson on how some of my family members have felt about prior person in that place but this is out of hand, out of sorts and I am having such a hard time handling.  Please God, give me strength!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-6440231833536552576?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6440231833536552576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=6440231833536552576&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6440231833536552576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/6440231833536552576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks-giving-taking-and-no-thanks.html' title='Thanks - Giving - Taking and No Thanks!'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535431909028357521.post-115546393918168699</id><published>2008-11-27T10:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:55:41.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.donandcarla.com/DontLinkHere/photos/Misc/BlindFarmerAtThanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 476px; height: 361px;" src="http://www.donandcarla.com/DontLinkHere/photos/Misc/BlindFarmerAtThanksgiving.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thoughtfulconservative.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-sunbathing-turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 421px;" src="http://thoughtfulconservative.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-sunbathing-turkey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://xrlq.com/Images/HappyThanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 650px;" src="http://xrlq.com/Images/HappyThanksgiving.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535431909028357521-115546393918168699?l=hippiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/115546393918168699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535431909028357521&amp;postID=115546393918168699&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/115546393918168699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535431909028357521/posts/default/115546393918168699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiefamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!'/><author><name>Hippie Family...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFuTc2R9U94/SLhScmabmhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mB1mcanXqy4/S220/george+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
