<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:46:05.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walkin' on Sunshine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-5121350186979451294</id><published>2010-01-08T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T20:54:24.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH, THE HORROR</title><content type='html'>So tonight I go to the gas station to get me a big ol' Diet Coke and this couple pulls up in a noisy, beat-up, piece-of-crap car, so I glance at it because I have to see if it is as cool as Brett's car (love you, baby), which of course it is not.  As I'm "glancing" I catch a glimpse of THEM.  She was some sort of horrible cross between &lt;a href="http://www.news-journalonline.com/special/wuornos/121291wuornos.jpg"&gt;Aileen Wuornos&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.lifeisfortheliving.org/Interviewees/janet-reno.jpg"&gt;Janet Reno&lt;/a&gt;.  (If you are unclear on who either of these ladies are, feel free to click on their names for fabulous photos, but consider yourself warned).  And for him....well, I have nothing to compare him to, and believe me, I have scanned the internet in the attempt to find something.  Anyway, she gets out of the car and practically runs into the store.  Of course I am curious as to what she is in such a hurry for.  You wanna know what it was?  What truly makes this story horrible?  CONDOMS!  She was buying freaking condoms.  (On a side note, I would like to know why SHE was buying them instead of him.  Dude, be a man!)  I realize that even fuglies need action from time to time, but for the love, why should I have to know about it?  Excuse me while I go scrub that image from my brain.  Unclean...unclean....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-5121350186979451294?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/5121350186979451294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=5121350186979451294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/5121350186979451294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/5121350186979451294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-horror.html' title='OH, THE HORROR'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-7662640520229801461</id><published>2009-12-14T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:24:18.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking from my saucer</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I get feeling so sorry for myself.  I get so caught up in the fact that life is hard and I don't have anything.  I forget sometimes how blessed I am.  I am so grateful for all that I do have.  So grateful that I am surrounded by a wonderful group of people that I get to call my family and friends.  And I will try to remember that the reason I am drinking from a saucer is because my cup has overflowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've never made a fortune, and it's probably too late now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, I don't worry about that much, I'm happy anyhow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And as I go along life's way I'm reaping better than I've sowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm drinking from my saucer, 'cause my cup has overflowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haven't got a lot of riches, and sometimes the going's tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I've got loving ones around me, that makes me rich enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thank God for His blessings, and the mercies He's bestowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm drinking from my saucer, 'cause my cup has overflowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember times when things went wrong, faith wore somewhat thin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But all at once the dark clouds broke, the sun peeped through again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, Lord help me not to gripe about the tough rows that I've hoed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm drinking from my saucer, 'cause my cup has overflowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If God gives me strength and courage, when the way is steep and rough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll not ask for other blessings, I'm already blessed enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And may I never be too busy, to help others bear their loads,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then I'll keep drinking from my saucer, 'cause my cup has overflowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-John Paul Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-7662640520229801461?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/7662640520229801461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=7662640520229801461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/7662640520229801461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/7662640520229801461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2009/12/drinking-from-my-saucer.html' title='Drinking from my saucer'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-6355736734109757281</id><published>2009-09-21T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:45:33.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the simple things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SrfXCMobkpI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DRNYkqFgyEU/s1600-h/DSCF3218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384008312295232146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SrfXCMobkpI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DRNYkqFgyEU/s320/DSCF3218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drake loves to draw pictures with chalk and really enjoys when someone will draw with him.  This day he sat and waited an hour while I mowed the lawn, just so I would draw with him.  He was so happy when I was finally done.  Sometimes I wish I could be as happy about anything as he is about the simple things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SrfXC_jP9rI/AAAAAAAAANA/B8tW-BsMjmE/s1600-h/DSCF3220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384008325963708082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SrfXC_jP9rI/AAAAAAAAANA/B8tW-BsMjmE/s320/DSCF3220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SrfXC_jP9rI/AAAAAAAAANA/B8tW-BsMjmE/s1600-h/DSCF3220.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&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/118380894934362004-6355736734109757281?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/6355736734109757281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=6355736734109757281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/6355736734109757281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/6355736734109757281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-simple-things.html' title='It&apos;s the simple things'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SrfXCMobkpI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DRNYkqFgyEU/s72-c/DSCF3218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-6640598639573812893</id><published>2009-09-09T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:31:49.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's been awhile....</title><content type='html'>I would really like to apologize to all my stalkers out there for not updating for so long.  I know it makes it much harder to stalk me when I don't make myself readily accessible.  I will try to be better for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know (well, most of you know) my life is a complete mess right now.  I am doing my best to "hang in there", "find the silver lining", "look for the good in it", and all that.  But sometimes it is really hard.  I am so thankful for my family and my friends, both old and new that are going above and beyond to help me and show their love for me.  Things are tough, but I know I will be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-6640598639573812893?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/6640598639573812893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=6640598639573812893' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/6640598639573812893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/6640598639573812893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-its-been-awhile.html' title='So it&apos;s been awhile....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-5849950037179281850</id><published>2009-02-16T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:21:51.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun</title><content type='html'>Here's how it works: The first five people to leave me a comment get something made by me just for them. It can be anything I want, I get to choose. It can be silly or serious, edible or not, but don't plan on anything alive. There are a few rules involved (aren't there always?)&lt;br /&gt;1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!&lt;br /&gt;2- What I create will be just for you.&lt;br /&gt;3- It will be done sometime this year (Don't expect grand things if it takes a long time. I'm just lazy!).&lt;br /&gt;4- You have no clue what it's going to be. (The choice is mine! --insert evil laugh here--)&lt;br /&gt;5- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange and/or silly.&lt;br /&gt;The catch is that you must repost this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they've posted on their blog win a hand made, super creative, possibly lovely whatever in the heck I decide! Be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-5849950037179281850?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/5849950037179281850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=5849950037179281850' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/5849950037179281850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/5849950037179281850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for fun'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-1923259561277229924</id><published>2009-02-13T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:18:13.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Valentine's Day cards told the truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's funny because it's true.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SZX_pAS1swI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5GjoMA4o2ro/s1600-h/Quagmar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302425216217363202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SZX_pAS1swI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5GjoMA4o2ro/s320/Quagmar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-1923259561277229924?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/1923259561277229924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=1923259561277229924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/1923259561277229924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/1923259561277229924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-valentines-day-cards-told-truth.html' title='If Valentine&apos;s Day cards told the truth'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SZX_pAS1swI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5GjoMA4o2ro/s72-c/Quagmar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-2413696064375125207</id><published>2009-02-02T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:18:06.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know those conversations you dread having with your children?  Well I had the "boy parts/girl parts" one with my three year old the other day.  He brought it up, not me.  He was laying on my lap and was concerned that he was squashing my "boys".  So we had the talk about how I don't have boys and that led into how you are not supposed to touch other people's private parts.  And what did he get out the conversation?  That you can't touch other people's parts, but "I can touch my own private parts all I want".  Uh.....yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-2413696064375125207?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/2413696064375125207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=2413696064375125207' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/2413696064375125207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/2413696064375125207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-know-those-conversations-you-dread.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-8398763116712751317</id><published>2009-01-19T10:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:26:09.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAM Album</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are the first tow pages for my All About Me Scrapbook I am doing this year. It's weird to scrap something other than Drake, but it was kind of fun.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SXTFZVNtxwI/AAAAAAAAALw/watKsUiD0W0/s1600-h/DSCF2903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293072501049247490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SXTFZVNtxwI/AAAAAAAAALw/watKsUiD0W0/s320/DSCF2903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SXTFbK1gyLI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Lii2yncdZT0/s1600-h/DSCF2904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293072532623116466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SXTFbK1gyLI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Lii2yncdZT0/s320/DSCF2904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-8398763116712751317?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/8398763116712751317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=8398763116712751317' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/8398763116712751317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/8398763116712751317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2009/01/aam-album.html' title='AAM Album'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SXTFZVNtxwI/AAAAAAAAALw/watKsUiD0W0/s72-c/DSCF2903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-895010117446175512</id><published>2009-01-12T08:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:01:54.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been way too long</title><content type='html'>Not that anyone has missed me, but I realize it has been way too long since I updated.  Life has not been great lately and I really have just not been in the  mood to blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays were good.  Spent time with family and had a great time watching Drake open all his presents.   Spoiled little dude.  I don't know why one little boy needs so much stuff, but I just can't help myself when I buy toys for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my only New Year's resolutions (I know, I rarely keep them) is to better myself.  In the effort to do this I have decided to do a few different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise at least 3 times a week.  So far so good.  Some days (like today) I really have to force myself to do it, but I always feel so good when I do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take some classes.  I am starting off with an accounting course which will hopefully help me start my own accounting/bookkeeping business.  I am a bit nervous about this, but way excited to see how it goes.  I start that course today and it should take about 6 weeks, if I can do it 3 hours a day, 4 days a week.  So if you know of anyone who needs a bookkeeper for their business, please send them my way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complete an All About Me scrapbook album.  I plan to do at least one layout every couple of weeks so I should have 26 pages by the end of the year.  I am hoping this will force me to be creative again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose weight.  I know, it's everyone's goal, but so far I have lost 4.2 lbs, so I am well on my way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will try to post more often and update on how it is all going.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-895010117446175512?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/895010117446175512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=895010117446175512' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/895010117446175512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/895010117446175512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-way-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s been way too long'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-7585517038144258734</id><published>2008-12-13T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:26:34.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Quesionnaire</title><content type='html'>I received this little questionnaire a few times by e-mail so I thought I would just post it on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?  HOT CHOCOLATE&lt;br /&gt;2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?  WRAP PRESENTS (unless they are too awkwardly shaped)&lt;br /&gt;3. Colored lights on tree/house or white?  WHITE LIGHTS AND ONLY ON THE TREE.  PUTTING THEM ON THE HOUSE SEEMS LIKE SUCH A HASSLE&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you hang mistletoe?   OF COURSE, HOW ELSE WILL I GET ANYONE TO KISS ME?&lt;br /&gt;5. When do you put up your decorations?    WEEKEND AFTER THANKSGIVING&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite holiday dish?   TURKEY, AND PRETTY MUCH AND TREAT THAT ONLY COMES AT CHRISTMAS&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite Holiday memory as a child?   I LOVED LAYING IN BED WAITING TO HEAR THE CHRISTMAS MUSIC THAT SIGNALED US TO GET UP FOR PRESENTS&lt;br /&gt;8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?  I DON'T HONESTLY REMEMBER&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?    NOT USUALLY, BUT THERE HAVE BEEN YEARS WHEN WE ALL GOT NEW JAMMIES.  AND I PLAN TO DO THAT FOR MY KIDS&lt;br /&gt;10. How do you decorate your Christmas Tree? LIGHTS, STRING OF BEADS, SILVER ORNAMENTS&lt;br /&gt;11.  What is your favorite holiday tradition?  I GOTTA GO WITH DWEEBIES&lt;br /&gt;12. Can you ice skate?   NOT VERY WELL&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you remember your favorite gift? A DOLLHOUSE THAT MY DAD MADE&lt;br /&gt;14. What's the most important thing about the Holidays for you?  BEING WITH PEOPLE I LOVE&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert? DO I REALLY HAVE TO PICK JUST ONE?  IF SO, THEN I AM GOING TO GO WITH GRANDMA'S GINGERBREAD COOKIES&lt;br /&gt;16.  What tops your tree?   SOME SILVER SPIKE THING.  DON'T REALLY KNOW WHAT IT IS.  WE BOUGHT IT THE FIRST YEAR WE WERE MARRIED.&lt;br /&gt;17. Which do you prefer giving or receiving?  GIVING&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your favorite Christmas Song? O HOLY NIGHT and I HEARD THE BELLS ON CHRISTMAS DAY&lt;br /&gt;20. Candy Canes?  LOVE THEM&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you feel Christmas is too commercialized?   YEAH, BUT IT DOES MAKE IT FUN, ESPECIALLY FOR THE KIDS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-7585517038144258734?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/7585517038144258734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=7585517038144258734' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/7585517038144258734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/7585517038144258734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-quesionnaire.html' title='Christmas Quesionnaire'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-1989625679674344368</id><published>2008-11-20T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T08:49:27.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a fun post</title><content type='html'>As loathe as I am to push Jensen Ackles down so I can't see him when I pull up my blog, I thought this was a fun post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fabulous sister-in-law had this posted on her blog.  If you want to play along, here's how it works.  Change the items to bold that you have done in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Visited Hawaii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Been to Disneyland /world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Held a praying mantis &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables (though it was when I was a kid and was forced to)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you're not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo's David&lt;br /&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. Started a business&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. Eaten Caviar (not impressed)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;75. Been fired from a job (does a "layoff" count?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. Published a book&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved some one's life (does keeping my child alive every day count?)&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Lost a loved one &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100. Read an entire book in one day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-1989625679674344368?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/1989625679674344368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=1989625679674344368' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/1989625679674344368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/1989625679674344368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-fun-post.html' title='Just a fun post'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-817039975461824815</id><published>2008-11-12T19:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:30:22.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because if I had it to do over.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SRufOZFPqwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Pbg4ohlqSVo/s1600-h/JensenAckles49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267979258739796738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SRufOZFPqwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Pbg4ohlqSVo/s200/JensenAckles49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would marry Jensen Ackles. Sorry Shane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SNL1o1ft0pI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VO1V8O2DUf8/s1600-h/JensenAckles49.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SNL1o1ft0pI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VO1V8O2DUf8/s1600-h/JensenAckles49.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7kAymQ2QUMM"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-817039975461824815?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/817039975461824815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=817039975461824815' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/817039975461824815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/817039975461824815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/11/because-if-i-had-it-to-do-over.html' title='Because if I had it to do over.....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SRufOZFPqwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Pbg4ohlqSVo/s72-c/JensenAckles49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-2444046862187090551</id><published>2008-11-05T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:37:49.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SRKQQhK0AfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0ybFMiCZb7Y/s1600-h/DSCF1833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265429527805559282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SRKQQhK0AfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0ybFMiCZb7Y/s200/DSCF1833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Jana tagged me. I am supposed to post the fourth photo from the fourth folder in my pictures, so here it is.  I can't honestly remember what was happening the day I took this, but I love photos of Drake with his Daddy, so it's all good.  Not the best photo, but I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Peggy, and Fink, let's see what your fourth photo in your fourth folder is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-2444046862187090551?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/2444046862187090551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=2444046862187090551' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/2444046862187090551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/2444046862187090551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SRKQQhK0AfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0ybFMiCZb7Y/s72-c/DSCF1833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-6092499486144745542</id><published>2008-11-01T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T10:33:42.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SQySYfHnPmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mQN1TtBi7O8/s1600-h/DSCF2723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263743013857214050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SQySYfHnPmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mQN1TtBi7O8/s200/DSCF2723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SQyO96Xf72I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ulgvidvrd-c/s1600-h/DSCF2728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263739258780249954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SQyO96Xf72I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ulgvidvrd-c/s200/DSCF2728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Over a month ago Drake decided he wanted to be a skeleton for Halloween, so I went looking for a costume and couldn't find one. So I thought I could convince him to be something else. My wonderful neighbor dug through her old halloween costumes and found a really cute Bob the Builder, but when I suggested it to Drake he did not like that idea at all. In fact, anytime anyone asked him what he was going to be he would respond by saying "I'm not gonna be Bob the Builder". So I went to e-bay (which I love) and found a really cute Dash from the Incredibles. I showed it to Drake and he thought that would be ok, so I bought it and we set about convincing him how cool Dash is. I thought he was totally fine with it, until one day about a week ago when we were at WalMart. He saw a skeleton costume and asked if that was his costume. I told him no, that he was going to be Dash. Well, he puckered up and just started crying. And not a bratty, give-me-what-I-want kind of cry. I am talking heart broken sobbing that he did not want to be Dash, he wanted to be a skeleton. "Please, Momma." So, because I am a sucker and he is spoiled, I bought the dang thing. But I must say, he looked so dang cute and was so happy that it was totally worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-6092499486144745542?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/6092499486144745542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=6092499486144745542' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/6092499486144745542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/6092499486144745542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SQySYfHnPmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mQN1TtBi7O8/s72-c/DSCF2723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-5191541732160438315</id><published>2008-10-30T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:18:58.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carving pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SQnOafTzKyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/FGHaqDW0KcM/s1600-h/DSCF2730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262964594035600162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SQnOafTzKyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/FGHaqDW0KcM/s200/DSCF2730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I was a girl, one of my favorite things about Halloween was carving the pumpkins.  I loved diggin out the "guts" and carving a face to make it a Jack-o-lantern.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night Shane, Drake and I carved our pumpkins, and I was forced to wonder why I loved it so much.  It's kind of gross, and messy and you can't just make a simple face anymore, you have to get all fancy.  I opted for an "easy" ghost pattern, that was not so easy for me.  (I guess I am kind of a spaz).  Shane went for the Phantom pattern, which turned out pretty cool, though he did break his little carving knife in the process.  Drake drew a great little face on his and then I cut it out for him.  He seemed to have a fun time so maybe it's just a kid thing.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SQnOamkAnqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/RYpRmfLY0sU/s1600-h/DSCF2736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262964595982638754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SQnOamkAnqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/RYpRmfLY0sU/s200/DSCF2736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SQnOa-fhPQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DkPJvdCXG0k/s1600-h/DSCF2737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262964602406255874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SQnOa-fhPQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DkPJvdCXG0k/s200/DSCF2737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SQnOa-fhPQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DkPJvdCXG0k/s1600-h/DSCF2737.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/118380894934362004-5191541732160438315?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/5191541732160438315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=5191541732160438315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/5191541732160438315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/5191541732160438315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/10/carving-pumpkins.html' title='Carving pumpkins'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SQnOafTzKyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/FGHaqDW0KcM/s72-c/DSCF2730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-5161978712839306468</id><published>2008-10-17T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:40:56.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my little dude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SPkARwv9oEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/JNpCWuCI4aU/s1600-h/DSCF2691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258234345075613762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SPkARwv9oEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/JNpCWuCI4aU/s320/DSCF2691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly cannot believe that Drake is already three.  Today is his birthday and we took him to the Discovery Museum at the Gateway and then to Build a Bear.  I think he had a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since today is his birthday I thought I would share some fun facts and such about him.  Some you may know, and some you may not, but sit back and get to know my little three year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He LOVES trains and anything train related.  He even gets excited when he sees the TRAX train downtown.  Anytime we go to the store we have to go look at the trains and he always begs to have one, though I try not to give in every time.&lt;br /&gt;*He loves to run and hide when daddy gets home.  Although he is the worst hider ever.  As soon as Daddy says " I wonder where Drake is", he always yells out where he is hiding, so it makes finding him really easy.&lt;br /&gt;*Whenever we are outside he thinks he needs to dig.  He has a bucket of 'diggin stuff' that goes out with him and he will spend a good hour just digging in the dirt.  We really need to get the poor kid a sandbox.&lt;br /&gt;*He likes to watch cartoons he has never seen before, but he has his favorites that he always requests.  Amongst which are Thomas, Spongebob, Curious George, and Total Drama Island (thank you Cartoon Network)&lt;br /&gt;*He always gives me the cutest answers to questions unless I want him to repeat it for someone else.  He truly says the funniest things and keeps me laughing all the time.&lt;br /&gt;*He loves books and has since he was very little.  From the time he could get around on his own I would find him in his room looking at books.  I am still amazed at how well he will just sit and listen to a story, even a long one.&lt;br /&gt;*He is an ice cream freak and would eat it for every meal if I would let him.&lt;br /&gt;*He does not like juice, and would prefer milk or water.&lt;br /&gt;*He constantly amazes people with how well he talks.  In fact, that is the thing they most comment on (well, other than his immense energy level).  I don't remember him saying many individual words, he pretty much just went straight to sentences. &lt;br /&gt;*And speaking of which, one of his first sentences was "I push buttons".  He loves buttons and loves to try to figure out how things work.  I just know he will take apart more than one appliance for us later in life and probably not be able to get it back together.&lt;br /&gt;*He has a great memory for songs and can usually pick up the words after hearing a song only a few times.&lt;br /&gt;*He loves to "help" and is especially fond of sorting laundry.&lt;br /&gt;*He loves to play rough, but has such a soft heart.  He feels really bad if he thinks he has hurt you or hurt your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to have him and love being his mom.  Happy Birthday Drake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/118380894934362004-5161978712839306468?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/5161978712839306468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=5161978712839306468' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/5161978712839306468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/5161978712839306468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-to-my-little-dude.html' title='Happy Birthday to my little dude'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SPkARwv9oEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/JNpCWuCI4aU/s72-c/DSCF2691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-6924159516262304936</id><published>2008-10-15T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:31:01.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No wonder I relate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twilightersanonymous.com/Quizzes/Find-out-which-female-character-you-are.html" title="Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the TwilightersAnonymous.com Quiz to Find Out!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.twilightersanonymous.com/files/files/banner_ima_bella.jpg" width="200" border ="0" height="300" alt="I'm a Bella! I found out through TwilightersAnonymous.com. Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the quiz and find out!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;Take the Quiz and Share Your Results!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are observant, diplomatic and often aim to please.  You are unaware of your&lt;br /&gt; attractiveness and despite being uncomfortable with any form of attention, people enjoy your company.  You can be impatient, stubborn and headstrong, but you are true to your  word and mature for your age, often taking care of your family and enjoying a good book over chatting with girlfriends on the phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-6924159516262304936?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/6924159516262304936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=6924159516262304936' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/6924159516262304936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/6924159516262304936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-wonder-i-relate_15.html' title='No wonder I relate'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-6912537447496134843</id><published>2008-10-13T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:39:45.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love hairless</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago, I was informed that I won a $300 gift certificate for laser hair removal.  Woohoo!!  I have wanted to do this forever, but it is so expensive.  Well I went for my consultation tonight and although I really wanted the trifecta (underarms, bikini line and legs) I don't want to have to take out a second mortgage, so I just started with the under arms.  And much to my surprise, they were able to do  my first treatment right then.  I was a bit nervous because I really don't like pain of any kind, but it was lovely.  It was far less painful and involved than I imagined and the two year guarantee is a very nice plus.  I have 5 more treatments and then I won't have to shave my pits for a good long time.  What a fabulous thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-6912537447496134843?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/6912537447496134843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=6912537447496134843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/6912537447496134843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/6912537447496134843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/10/gotta-love-hairless.html' title='Gotta love hairless'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-77859430838381183</id><published>2008-10-07T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:26:05.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got some time to kill?</title><content type='html'>Or even if you don't, &lt;a href="http://www.handdrawngames.com/DesktopTD/Game.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is a fun time waster for you. And a really fun thing is to play on easy level and see how high of a score you can get. I am the current champion in our house with a score of 3829. But I am sure Shane will devote as much time as possible just trying to beat me. Why can't you just let me win something? GOSH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-77859430838381183?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/77859430838381183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=77859430838381183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/77859430838381183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/77859430838381183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/10/got-some-time-to-kill.html' title='Got some time to kill?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-7051332663135715021</id><published>2008-10-01T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:20:59.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"When you're curious, like Curious George"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SOPLLPAk-iI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Kzm3ubXMLKA/s1600-h/hm_george_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252264984312085026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SOPLLPAk-iI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Kzm3ubXMLKA/s200/hm_george_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the very first shows Drake ever requested on a regular basis was Curious George.  We had to record them so he could watch any time he wanted.  And I dare say I have seen every episode at least twice, though some I have seen 10 or more times.   Anyway, he was watching the other day and suddenly it hit me; what does The Man in the Yellow Hat do?  I mean, does he have an actually job?  I remember one episode where he mentioned to George that he had to go to work, but I have never seen him at work.  And he can just take off for a week or so to his country house, so if he does have a job he must be the boss since he has so much vacation time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess the bigger question is, if he doesn't have a job, where does he get all his money?  He is obviously not poor as he lives in the city in a building with a door man.  And it is obviously not inner-city because you never see drive-bys or scantily dressed young ladies hanging out on the corner.  But seriously, he must have an endless supply of money because all trouble George gets into must cost a fortune to fix.  Although nobody ever seems to be really mad about the trouble.  "Oh, it's just George, no big deal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also wonder, who let him bring George home from Africa in the first place and what kind of nut hole home owners association (you know that building has one) allows a man to have a pet monkey?  Maybe The Man with the Yellow Hat is some super rich, super powerful overlord.  That is the only explanation as to why he (and George) seem to be allowed to do anything they want (remember the episode where they went into space, and the one where they went diving for a satellite in the ocean and the list goes on and on) and the only reason why he is permitted to where that stupid yellow hat, not to mention the suit, and not get the snot beat out of him everywhere he goes.  Of course, if anyone tried that, he could just sic George on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://velcrometer.blogspot.com/2007/08/whats-under-that-yellow-hat-anyway-when.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-7051332663135715021?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/7051332663135715021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=7051332663135715021' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/7051332663135715021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/7051332663135715021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-youre-curious-like-curious-george.html' title='&quot;When you&apos;re curious, like Curious George&quot;'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SOPLLPAk-iI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Kzm3ubXMLKA/s72-c/hm_george_1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-712157591268618350</id><published>2008-09-23T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T07:48:00.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lifewithguys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jana&lt;/a&gt; posted on her blog that she admits to liking Spongebob, and tagged me to confess something kind of embarrassing that I like.  So here it goes.  I like show tunes.  Well, I guess it's more of a shoundtrack obsession.  Whenever I am in my car alone, I almost always have some sort of soundtrack playing, but lots of times it is a musical of some kind.  I try not to impose it upon my passengers, but sometimes they have to suffer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-712157591268618350?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/712157591268618350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=712157591268618350' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/712157591268618350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/712157591268618350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-confession.html' title='My confession'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-6898501304299765423</id><published>2008-09-18T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:45:45.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By way of public service</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so excited for the new fall TV season to start. I feel like it has been forever since I have seen new episodes of my favorite TV shows. So not sure when your favorite show's new season starts? Check out my list. Now this is by no means a comprehensive list of all shows, just the ones I give a dang about. Please check local listings for times and channels.  I just don't have the energy to provide that kind of information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SNLxDMvFX-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/LGjUtqP2vpM/s1600-h/smallville_gum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247521553100660706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SNLxDMvFX-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/LGjUtqP2vpM/s200/smallville_gum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smallville: September 18th (yes, that is tonight, woohoo. Last season's finale was just so sad. Can't wait to see what happens.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SNL1o1ft0pI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VO1V8O2DUf8/s1600-h/JensenAckles49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247526597743727250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SNL1o1ft0pI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VO1V8O2DUf8/s200/JensenAckles49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Supernatural: September 18th (mmm, Jensen Ackles, need I say more?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SNLy5YLpZ-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/psgG1Yzx5oc/s1600-h/heroes_gum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247523583397816290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SNLy5YLpZ-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/psgG1Yzx5oc/s200/heroes_gum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heroes: Monday, September 22 (only 5 more days)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SNLzjHhASWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/VzPiY5qtZGM/s1600-h/NUP_130416_0362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247524300478499170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SNLzjHhASWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/VzPiY5qtZGM/s200/NUP_130416_0362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Office: Thursday, September 25 (just thinking about it makes me giggle.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SNLy5CKN6_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/f9eKtshooMg/s1600-h/mynameisearl_gum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247523577486240754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SNLy5CKN6_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/f9eKtshooMg/s200/mynameisearl_gum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Name is Earl: Thursday, September 25 (how much more karma can he take?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SNLy5kheyiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/NWVuamnEOo8/s1600-h/pdaisies_gum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247523586710620706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SNLy5kheyiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/NWVuamnEOo8/s200/pdaisies_gum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pushing Daisies: Wednesday, October 1 (seriously, if you haven't watched this show you should check it out. It is just quirky fun.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SNLy5b6ICGI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Nc4ww8GT1PY/s1600-h/csi_gum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247523584398067810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SNLy5b6ICGI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Nc4ww8GT1PY/s200/csi_gum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CSI: Thursday, October 9 (though I admit I watched most the previous seasons in re-runs, this season premier looks really good.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can tell, I have some major scheduling conflicts on Thursdays. Not even my DVR can take care of this problem. I may have to camp out at mom's once a week to watch The Office and beg them to record Earl too. Why, oh why can't they move something to Tues, it's wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/118380894934362004-6898501304299765423?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/6898501304299765423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=6898501304299765423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/6898501304299765423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/6898501304299765423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/09/by-way-of-public-service.html' title='By way of public service'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SNLxDMvFX-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/LGjUtqP2vpM/s72-c/smallville_gum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-500719815115703706</id><published>2008-09-16T17:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:28:14.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>So &lt;a href="http://lifescrapped.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristy&lt;/a&gt; tagged me like a week ago and I have just been to lazy to do this.  I figured I might as well, since I need to blog this week anyway.  This is going to be hard since I am not really a quirky kinda girl, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to list 6 quirky things about myself.&lt;br /&gt;Link back to the person who tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;List the rules on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Tag 6 "unsuspecting" bloggers to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - I have to have a blanket on when I sleep.  Even in the heat of summer.  It freaks me out to not have something on me.&lt;br /&gt;#2 - I have a bottle of lotion in every room of my house.  I hate my hands to feel dry and I don't want to go searching for lotion.&lt;br /&gt;#3 - I tend to be a little obsessive about organizing.  All my music is in alphabetical order by genre; my books are by author and in order according to date published; my clothes are all organized by color, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;#4 - I always do laundry in the same order:  whites, then light colors, then dark colors, then towels, and lastly, sheets.&lt;br /&gt;#5 - I have to know what time it is.  If I can't see a clock or a watch I get a little stressed.  I would be a perfect candidate for time deprevation studies.&lt;br /&gt;#6 - Socks freak me out.  Not plain, clean socks, but put them on someone's feet and that's it for me.  I hate to be touched by sock covered feet (though bare feet do not bother me at all).  I think it is the "wetness potential" that freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I tag &lt;a href="http://lifewithguys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jana&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://grandmaleethinks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://buzsbraintraffic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Buz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.finkshappenings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sheri&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.peggysprettypricelesspassingpoints.blogspot.com/"&gt;Peggy&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.robinson6.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melanie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-500719815115703706?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/500719815115703706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=500719815115703706' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/500719815115703706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/500719815115703706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-6289864232122073711</id><published>2008-09-10T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:35:36.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to confess</title><content type='html'>I took Shane to the airport this morning and on the way home Drake started saying he felt sick.  Well, I figure, once we were out of the car he would be ok (I think he has hit the point where he is getting car sick), so I decide I am safe to stop by the store for a few things.  We are in the store and he keeps saying he is sick, so I go grab a little bag of fishy crackers and open them so he can get something in his tummy.  (yes, I planned to pay for them).  He eats two or three of them and then gets this horrible look on his face and throws up everywhere.  Right in the middle of WalMart.  "CLEAN UP ON AISLE 6!"  How embarrassing (not to mention sad for him).   Now he is sobbing and I just want to get out of there.  So I put the open bag of crackers on a shelf and left.  I know technically it is stealing, but at the same time, he did barf them back up, so we really didn't take anything from the store.  UGH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-6289864232122073711?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/6289864232122073711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=6289864232122073711' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/6289864232122073711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/6289864232122073711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-to-confess.html' title='I have to confess'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-8260474919646464163</id><published>2008-09-03T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:32:07.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a fan</title><content type='html'>I have to confess, I like ABBA.  I bought ABBA Gold off of e-bay (can't beat it for only $4) and was so excited when it arrived yesterday.  So Drake and I are running errands this morning and I pop the CD in and I'm singing along, quite happy.  I look in the rear view mirror and Drake has this look on his face that says "what fresh hell is this?"  So the song ends and I say, "do you like it" to which he replies as quietly as possible "no".  I laugh and say, "but Drake, it's ABBA, how can you not like ABBA?"  And he says "Mom, ABBA is not so good."  So needless to say he is not a fan, I will just have to work on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-8260474919646464163?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/8260474919646464163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=8260474919646464163' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/8260474919646464163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/8260474919646464163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-fan.html' title='Not a fan'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-6873297671695131317</id><published>2008-08-26T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:02:30.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new favorite blog</title><content type='html'>If you haven't had the chance to link to &lt;a href="http://www.cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt;, you have to do it. It is a blog dedicated to professional cakes gone horribly wrong. I spent an hour there the other night just laughing my head off. (Thanks to Kristy for hooking me up with that, even if it was in a round about way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few of my favs just to give you a sneak peek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238980610767276930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SLSZG7HxS4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/h3bnsBEziyA/s320/Crazy_Cake2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238980615048870722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SLSZHLElO0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JN2kHgYpK_I/s320/Ei_harassment.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This one is actually my favorite.  I don't know why, but I giggle every time I look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238980615783240946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SLSZHNzq1PI/AAAAAAAAAH8/HakSA9tYjnw/s320/under+neat.jpg" border="0" /&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/118380894934362004-6873297671695131317?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/6873297671695131317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=6873297671695131317' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/6873297671695131317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/6873297671695131317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-new-favorite-blog.html' title='My new favorite blog'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SLSZG7HxS4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/h3bnsBEziyA/s72-c/Crazy_Cake2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-6373809796089619597</id><published>2008-08-21T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T10:00:34.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the worst mommy ever</title><content type='html'>We all have those moments when we feel like the worst parent in the world. Now I'm not talking about the times that your teenager says they hate you or when your toddler calls you "meanie". I am talking about those times when your kid gets really hurt and it is your fault. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I was out mowing the lawn and Drake was just playing, digging in the dirt, etc. Well, I mow past our plum tree and notice that all the plums are starting to fall off. So I shut off the mower and say to Drake "I gotta go tell Daddy something". Then I pop my head inside just long enough (literally) to say to Shane "hey, if you want to salvage any of these plums you better come pick them". I turn around and see Drake bent down by the mower examining it (as three year olds do) then he lets out this horrible screech. I run over pick him up and carry him inside while he is crying all the way. At first I wasn't sure if he had cut himself, or just got pinched or what. Turns out he had a nasty burn on his little hand. Poor little dude. He spent the next hour with his hand in bucket of ice water. He burned the tips of his first two fingers and the pad of his thumb, plus the space between his thumb and finger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SK2ep-tB2QI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nKW_XJLoHQE/s1600-h/DSCF2580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237016385745443074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SK2ep-tB2QI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nKW_XJLoHQE/s200/DSCF2580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SK2ep7ozxNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/56gXbcaVi-s/s1600-h/DSCF2573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237016384922436818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SK2ep7ozxNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/56gXbcaVi-s/s200/DSCF2573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It blistered pretty good. He seems ok today, but cried like crazy when one of the blisters popped. I just feel bad cause I feel like it was my fault. I mean seriously, who leaves their kid outside with a hot lawnmower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-6373809796089619597?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/6373809796089619597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=6373809796089619597' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/6373809796089619597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/6373809796089619597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-worst-mommy-ever.html' title='I&apos;m the worst mommy ever'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SK2ep-tB2QI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nKW_XJLoHQE/s72-c/DSCF2580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-3185407433156607497</id><published>2008-08-19T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T06:37:31.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You mean, he's an......actor?</title><content type='html'>You all know the "free credit report.com" commercials, right? Well, I hate to be the barer of bad news, but appaerntly the guy that sings in those commercials is not real. Well, he is real, but the situations he is singing about, are not his real life situations. That's right, it's all fake. I know, I am as shocked as you are. According to &lt;a href="http://groups.google.com/group/rec.arts.tv/browse_thread/thread/d3c37e66aa77c030"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;, people aren't overly upset by the website itself, which promises a free credit report, but makes you enroll in the $14.95 monthly crediting program (which the commercials do mention and I quote "free credit report applies with enrollment in triple advantage"), but people are "freaking out" when they learn that the guy in those commercials isn't actually The Guy and even worse, that isn't his band. That's right, he doesn't really work in a fish restaraunt and he isn't in a marriage doomed by his lying dream girl (though I do get that little ditty in my head and yes, I do know all the words). Though he does play the guitar in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question here is, where are these people that actually think this guy on a COMMERCIAL is real? Are they the same people who don't understand that TV shows are filmed on a sound stage using actors? That's right, someone does not really get killed on CSI every night. And even "reality shows" are somewhat scripted (wow, I will cause a serious outrage there. Go ahead, send me your hate mail.) Are they the same people that think all movie are documentaries and the events happen in real time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously people, it's not a scandal or a hoax. It's just a commercial. They are ALL ACTORS. It's ok, that's how it's done. So, I will continue to giggle and sing along with the little jingles. "So I married my dream girl, I married my dream girl, but she didn't tell me her credit was bad...................."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-3185407433156607497?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/3185407433156607497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=3185407433156607497' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/3185407433156607497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/3185407433156607497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-mean-hes-anactor.html' title='You mean, he&apos;s an......actor?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-7043530953836749197</id><published>2008-08-15T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:48:12.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am gifted</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to tell you all for years that I am brilliant.  Turns out, I am only "gifted" (with an IQ of 140) and not the genius I always believed myself to be.  Take &lt;a href="http://instantiqtest.com/us/?SSAID=CD9913"&gt;this test&lt;/a&gt; and find out your IQ.  And hey, post it here for the world to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-7043530953836749197?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/7043530953836749197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=7043530953836749197' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/7043530953836749197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/7043530953836749197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-gifted.html' title='I am gifted'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-5167212068147413451</id><published>2008-08-11T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T08:29:32.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can do this</title><content type='html'>As some of you know, I am planning to run a 5k in Oct.  I started "training" about 6 weeks ago.  (Yes, it is taking me three months to get ready for this because I have not run in over 20 years.)  This morning I was supposed to run 2.5 miles without stopping and I thought, there is no way.  Well, I was about a mile and a half into it, feeling pretty good and thinking, I can so do this, when I tripped.  I was not really hurt, but so mad that I fell and had to "walk it off".  So I walked for about 2 minutes and then ran the rest.  I must say I feel pretty proud of myself that I ran most of it.  It's no half marathon like Tracey and Kristy did, but it's good for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-5167212068147413451?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/5167212068147413451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=5167212068147413451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/5167212068147413451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/5167212068147413451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-can-do-this.html' title='I can do this'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-5837708742559888810</id><published>2008-07-25T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:00:29.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I thought he didn't listen</title><content type='html'>So Drake is a total spaz about noises he cannot identify.  Especially if he hears a weird noise when he is in bed.  Some time ago (after going into his room three times in one night to identify strange noises), I told him that it's just noise and he didn't need to be afraid.  And all he needed to do was say a prayer and Heavenly Father would help him not be scared.  So tonight I hear him crying a bit so I go in to see what is wrong.  It's a noise (the fan blowing some papers) so I tell him it's not something to be afraid of.  And he says "I know, I say Heavenly Father, help me not be scared".  My heart just melted.  How sweet is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-5837708742559888810?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/5837708742559888810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=5837708742559888810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/5837708742559888810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/5837708742559888810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-i-thought-he-didnt-listen.html' title='And I thought he didn&apos;t listen'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-2119973306082607950</id><published>2008-07-21T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:19:11.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South Dakota</title><content type='html'>We just got back from a trip to South Dakota with some of Shane's family and I thought I would share some photos. We left on Wednesday and drove straight through (a twelve hour drive). I was really dreading such a long car trip with Drake, but he did great and only really started complaining about the last 45 minutes and that was because Daddy pointed out "Crazy Horse" and Drake couldn't see it, so it caused stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday we went to the Mammoth dig which was really cool. There were literally thousands of bones in the pit. I was really impressed. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225602781568014098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SIUSCxynlxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/B9zq0YbDvCo/s200/South+Dakota+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to Evan's Plunge which is a fun little water park. Shane took Drake on the water slide and he seemed to be ok with it, but I think it scared him a bit. He kind of had a look on his face like he knew he should like it, but he really didn't. Thursday night we went to Mt. Rushmore, and the photos just don't do it justice. It was so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225603169157696354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SIUSZVrMy2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/RUWESAjWaDA/s200/South+Dakota+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Friday we went to Bear Country and learned that bears can be taught to be pack animals. LOL We first drove through the park and there were so many bears, just wandering through the fields and by the side of the road. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225605203242960978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SIUUPvO6yFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/fKmOaqCFewI/s200/South+Dakota+092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225604199443449042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SIUTVTydxNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/C0IjEPV0s5Q/s200/South+Dakota+103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we walked through this part where they had baby bears. It was so fun to just sit and watch them play and run around. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225604220453867362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SIUTWiDvT2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Q-We59bpEaE/s200/South+Dakota+137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225604215779965538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SIUTWQpZOmI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EAmlZXHlwsE/s200/South+Dakota+132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the afternoon we went to Reptile Gardens which was fun. We got to see a little snake show, a bird show and an alligator show. This guy showed us how to "control" an alligator. It made me nervous just to watch him in this enclosure with a couple dozen alligator. But it was really cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225606644416850450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SIUVjoBjKhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GdokMHc_P9w/s200/South+Dakota+165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225606651565074514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SIUVkCp0aFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/t9c2IIijtCk/s200/South+Dakota+204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225606661606249346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SIUVkoD0k4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/MZOtEiuYimk/s200/South+Dakota+156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Friday night we went to a chuck wagon dinner and show, which was this group of fiddle players. It was ok, but not my favorite part of the trip. Drake was really restless so I ended up taking him outside so he could run around. At least the show was loud enough that I could hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday we went on a train ride, which was the highlight of Drake's trip. He was so excited to ride a real train. It was pretty fun. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225607930369383346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SIUWuekhm7I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ItKjxynmpEE/s200/South+Dakota+230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225608118939322786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SIUW5dDGiaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/AURO6XHJrHo/s200/South+Dakota+233.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225610521330602882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SIUZFSp0U4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/n9F7vC-tRjw/s200/South+Dakota+244.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Then we went to a gold mine and it could have been fun, but our tour guide was a bit weird (ok, a lot weird). But Shane bought me a ring with Black Hill's gold in it, so that made me happy. After that we were "funned out", so we just had dinner and took the kids to the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225608815681488866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SIUXiAnYR-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/73Metp8H6ac/s200/South+Dakota+272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225608825343675410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SIUXiknBjBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/cC_ZD2Hx6Ps/s200/South+Dakota+282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;All in all it was a fun trip and Shane's family is a joy to travel with. Thanks to his sister Melanie for planning such a fun trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-2119973306082607950?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/2119973306082607950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=2119973306082607950' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/2119973306082607950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/2119973306082607950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/07/south-dakota.html' title='South Dakota'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SIUSCxynlxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/B9zq0YbDvCo/s72-c/South+Dakota+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-7439041662076749701</id><published>2008-07-15T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T06:32:45.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's so logical</title><content type='html'>Many of you know that I have started training to run a 5k (not a big feat, I know, but when you haven't even jogged for years, it is not easy).  I have been going in the mornings before Shane goes to work, but since he was out of town yesterday, I had to take Drake in his stroller.  So I start running and the following conversation takes place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake: You running?  (with some shock in his voice)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yup&lt;br /&gt;Drake: Who is trying to get you? &lt;br /&gt;Me: Nobody, I am just running.&lt;br /&gt;Drake: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cause it is good for me.&lt;br /&gt;Drake: Oh&lt;br /&gt;((Couple of minutes of silence except for my labored breathing.))&lt;br /&gt;Drake: You ok, mommy?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, it is just hard to run.&lt;br /&gt;Drake: Then stop running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a logical solution, why didn't I think of it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-7439041662076749701?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/7439041662076749701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=7439041662076749701' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/7439041662076749701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/7439041662076749701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/07/hes-so-logical.html' title='He&apos;s so logical'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-3667124403257544330</id><published>2008-07-13T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:23:48.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So....yeah</title><content type='html'>It's not that I don't want to blog, I just find my life so incredibly boring that I figure no one really wants to read about it. I am truly going to try to do a weekly update and see if anyone actually reads the darn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's see....I just finished my second week of "training" for a 5k I am running with my sisters in the fall. I can't say I am loving it so far, but I do feel better, despite having lost no weight. GRRRR!! And speaking of not losing weight, I just lost my "biggest loser" contest with the hubby. I talked big, but when it came down to it, he more than doubled my weight loss. He is looking pretty good though and has some pretty nice muscles. Mmmmmm!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Drake got his first black eye this past week. He fell off a stool and then the stool fell on him. It was sort of cool to watch the bump and bruise form instantly since I had never seen that happen before, but I feel really bad for the kid. Shane is trying to teach him to say "I disobeyed" when people ask what happened. Bad Daddy!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SHqcYQ6Q81I/AAAAAAAAADc/Tkacwiy1Mqo/s1600-h/DSCF2112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222658658559652690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SHqcYQ6Q81I/AAAAAAAAADc/Tkacwiy1Mqo/s200/DSCF2112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SHqcYOFr_XI/AAAAAAAAADU/fI1rFAGBxBk/s1600-h/DSCF2084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222658657802255730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SHqcYOFr_XI/AAAAAAAAADU/fI1rFAGBxBk/s200/DSCF2084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-3667124403257544330?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/3667124403257544330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=3667124403257544330' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/3667124403257544330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/3667124403257544330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/07/soyeah.html' title='So....yeah'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/SHqcYQ6Q81I/AAAAAAAAADc/Tkacwiy1Mqo/s72-c/DSCF2112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-6027412234177431613</id><published>2008-04-27T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T12:59:59.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a small, small world.</title><content type='html'>(You can hum the song if you want to while you read this.)  So I signed up to be a &lt;a href="http://www.mjstorybooks.com/"&gt;Heritage Makers consultant&lt;/a&gt; a couple of weeks ago, though I had never heard of them and have no idea what I am doing.  (More on that later).  Well, the other day, a guy Shane works with is at our house for lunch and Shane mentioned that I was going to be gone that night.  The guy says "so is my wife", to which Shane replies "she isn't by chance going to some 'scrapbook' thing is she".  Come to find out this guy's wife also does Heritage Makers.  So we met up at the meeting and I have to say, I love her.  So now I at least have a buddy in this little business endever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-6027412234177431613?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/6027412234177431613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=6027412234177431613' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/6027412234177431613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/6027412234177431613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-small-small-world.html' title='It&apos;s a small, small world.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-4712492045255407216</id><published>2008-04-01T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:38:56.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/R_LHgmwu3MI/AAAAAAAAACk/HXIbXTLm6eQ/s1600-h/DSCF1750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184425484031548610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/R_LHgmwu3MI/AAAAAAAAACk/HXIbXTLm6eQ/s200/DSCF1750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/R_LHhGwu3NI/AAAAAAAAACs/8hopGmAhWdk/s1600-h/DSCF1772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184425492621483218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/R_LHhGwu3NI/AAAAAAAAACs/8hopGmAhWdk/s200/DSCF1772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, I would be better about updating if you visitors would leave more comments. :) Anyway, Easter was a couple of week and it was a blast. It was the first year that Drake really got into it. He was so excited every time he found and egg and thought he had to open them as soon as he found them, which resulted in a lot of candy on the ground. Oh well. These a my two favorite photos from the weekend. As you can tell, he LOVED his new Thomas movie.&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/118380894934362004-4712492045255407216?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/4712492045255407216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=4712492045255407216' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/4712492045255407216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/4712492045255407216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-to-update.html' title='Time to update'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/R_LHgmwu3MI/AAAAAAAAACk/HXIbXTLm6eQ/s72-c/DSCF1750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-1751287456803491395</id><published>2008-01-24T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T09:27:45.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it false hope?</title><content type='html'>For a couple of weeks now Drake has been interested in the "potty". I sort of brushed it off at first, but finally decided that if he wants to potty, I would give it a try. So for the last few days I have been asking him if he needs to go. And other than at night and during naps, he has not gone in his diaper at all. The only problem is that he never really tells me he needs to go unless I ask him. Am I trying to do this too early, or should I stick with it and just be patient. I don't feel frustrated at all, I just don't know if it is really too early to hope for him to be potty trained. He is just under 2 1/2. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-1751287456803491395?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/1751287456803491395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=1751287456803491395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/1751287456803491395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/1751287456803491395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-it-false-hope.html' title='Is it false hope?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-2151054564398518007</id><published>2008-01-02T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:38:00.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/R3v2AQpPZ-I/AAAAAAAAABw/DTrSriTokoo/s1600-h/DSCF1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150981083156670434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/R3v2AQpPZ-I/AAAAAAAAABw/DTrSriTokoo/s200/DSCF1589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/R3v2AwpPZ_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/u9hEmIsYd1g/s1600-h/DSCF1616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150981091746605042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/R3v2AwpPZ_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/u9hEmIsYd1g/s200/DSCF1616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/R3v2BApPaAI/AAAAAAAAACA/KBitxVSZ6b4/s1600-h/DSCF1620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150981096041572354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/R3v2BApPaAI/AAAAAAAAACA/KBitxVSZ6b4/s200/DSCF1620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, Christmas was pretty fun at our house. Shane's favorite new toy was a computer game (of course) and then since it didn't work on his computer he somehow talked me into letting him build a new one. But he is happy so it's all good. I got a new laptop that I totally love! Drake was totally spoiled rotten even though we told ourselves we wouldn't do it. I didn't take too many photos, but here are a couple of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/118380894934362004-2151054564398518007?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/2151054564398518007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=2151054564398518007' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/2151054564398518007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/2151054564398518007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/R3v2AQpPZ-I/AAAAAAAAABw/DTrSriTokoo/s72-c/DSCF1589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-5743398243247460165</id><published>2007-12-05T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T19:38:41.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drake just makes me laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/R1duO0mC_uI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4ouwBTM0GQ8/s1600-h/DSCF1558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140698700582158050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/R1duO0mC_uI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4ouwBTM0GQ8/s320/DSCF1558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Drake and I got out all the Christmas stuff and decorated. The whole time he kept asking "what's this". You know how a two year old can be. He found a plate for "santa's cookies" and wanted to know "what's this?" So I told him what it was for and we went on to other things. Later I came into the room and found this. The cookie was one he hadn't finished at lunch.  It just really made me laugh.&lt;br /&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/118380894934362004-5743398243247460165?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/5743398243247460165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=5743398243247460165' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/5743398243247460165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/5743398243247460165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2007/12/drake-just-makes-me-laugh.html' title='Drake just makes me laugh'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/R1duO0mC_uI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4ouwBTM0GQ8/s72-c/DSCF1558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-7576010098153349739</id><published>2007-11-22T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T19:59:30.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am thankful for......</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family, who give me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unwavering&lt;/span&gt; love and support&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My in-laws, who have always treated me as one of their own&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends, in real life and on-line who always seem to know just what to say and are always there when I need a little pick-me-up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My country, where I am free to live as I choose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My religion, which gives me a steady path to follow, although I may sometimes falter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Savior, who laid down his life for me &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Heavenly Father, who is always there when I feel like no one else is&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My heartaches and trials, for they have made me stronger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dear husband, who is the love of my life and who, I am sure feels very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;under appreciated&lt;/span&gt; at times.  (I love you!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My tiny boy, who shows me every day in so many ways how beautiful life is&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-7576010098153349739?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/7576010098153349739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=7576010098153349739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/7576010098153349739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/7576010098153349739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-thankful-for.html' title='I am thankful for......'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-8127906934621761502</id><published>2007-10-25T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T18:10:50.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with the name?</title><content type='html'>So, a couple of people have asked me what is with the name of my blog. Here's the boring background. A few years back there was a website (&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/"&gt;kind of like this one&lt;/a&gt;) that was really popular. It had all kinds of personality tests on it. Well, one of the test was "what is your theme song". Turns out, my theme song was "Walking on Sunshine" by Katrina and the Waves. Who knew? Just in case you never experienced this fabulous 80's tune, here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think maybe you loved me&lt;br /&gt;now baby I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;And I just cant wait till the day&lt;br /&gt;when you knock on my door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everytime I go for the mailbox ,&lt;br /&gt;gotta hold myself down&lt;br /&gt;Cos I just wait till you write me&lt;br /&gt;your coming around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking on sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;wooahI'm walking on sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;woooahI'm walking on sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;woooahand don't it feel good!!&lt;br /&gt;Hey , alright nowand dont it feel good!! hey yeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think maybe you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;now I know that its true&lt;br /&gt;and I don't want to spend all my life ,&lt;br /&gt;just in waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;now I don't want u back for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;not back for a day,&lt;br /&gt;no no no I said baby&lt;br /&gt;I just want you back&lt;br /&gt;and I want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah yeh!I'm walking on sunshine ,&lt;br /&gt;wooahI'm walking on sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;woooahI'm walking on sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;woooahand don't it feel good!!&lt;br /&gt;Hey , alright nowand don't it feel good!!hey yeh ,&lt;br /&gt;oh yeh and don't it feel good!!&lt;br /&gt;walking on sunshine walking on sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I feel the love, I feel the love, I feel the love that's really real&lt;br /&gt;I feel the love, I feel the love, I feel the love that's really real&lt;br /&gt;I'm on sunshine baby oh I'm on sunshine baby&lt;br /&gt;oh I'm walking on sunshine wooah&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking on sunshine wooah&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking on sunshine wooah and don't it feel good!!&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it again nowand don't it feel good!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-8127906934621761502?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/8127906934621761502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=8127906934621761502' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/8127906934621761502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/8127906934621761502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2007/10/whats-with-name.html' title='What&apos;s with the name?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118380894934362004.post-4804547386635519191</id><published>2007-10-18T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T21:17:39.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog</title><content type='html'>Hi all!  I finally got around to building a new blog!  When we moved I had to change my e-mail address and then they couldn't verify that I was really me, so they wouldn't give me access to my old blog, so I suppose it is now defunct.  So this is my new home.  Hope you like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118380894934362004-4804547386635519191?l=mj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/feeds/4804547386635519191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118380894934362004&amp;postID=4804547386635519191' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/4804547386635519191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118380894934362004/posts/default/4804547386635519191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj35.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-blog.html' title='New blog'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16406373943398769416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Os8byK_g1CY/Sqfi77-U0NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/am6kRbiANaU/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry></feed>
