<?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-8903552</id><updated>2011-08-31T11:09:31.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy T's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Here is my blog of relevant and irrelevant thoughts and ideas...enjoy!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-111947712877510965</id><published>2005-06-22T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T08:24:13.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nastiest...Recipes...Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2238/640/chcknliverbake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2238/320/chcknliverbake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Liver Bake: enjoy it with the ashes of a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe what's left of the chickens are in that urn. Maybe the chickens were your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;But chickens never love back enough. And that's why you have to KILL them. And eat their livers ritualistically. And then they're a part of you forever. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While innocently searching the web for some nice Weight Watcher recipes to help support me in this new endeavor I came across &lt;a href="http://www.candyboots.com/wwcards/czarina.html"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;. I am horrified at the atrocity Weight Watchers once was!! And yet, I'm very intrigued, too. Please &lt;a href="http://www.candyboots.com/wwcards/czarina.html"&gt;take the tour&lt;/a&gt;. I can't say it'll be enjoyable, but amusing nonetheless. The commentary on this site is reminiscent of &lt;a href="http://www.planetdan.net/blog/"&gt;PlanetDan's&lt;/a&gt; Senior Photos commentary. I just laughed my butt off!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-111947712877510965?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/111947712877510965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=111947712877510965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/111947712877510965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/111947712877510965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2005/06/nastiestrecipesever.html' title='Nastiest...Recipes...Ever.'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-111886148791281072</id><published>2005-06-15T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T13:51:27.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets...</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine sent me &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; to a blog where people anonymously send postcards listing their deepest darkest secrets.  I couldn't stop reading it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-111886148791281072?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/111886148791281072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=111886148791281072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/111886148791281072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/111886148791281072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2005/06/secrets.html' title='Secrets...'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-111834781024601460</id><published>2005-06-09T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T15:10:10.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Watching...</title><content type='html'>I went to Weight Watchers on my lunch break today and signed up.  I actually did WW about 10 years ago (wow-has it been that long?) and I lost 70 lbs.  That was B.C. (before children).  I kept off the weight for about a year and half, and then got pregnant with my son.  I gained 70 lbs. while I was pregnant and then another 30 lbs. when I quit smoking the first time.  I was, shall we say, a &lt;em&gt;teeny tiny&lt;/em&gt; bit lackadaisical in returning to that healthy lifestyle I once (albeit briefly) enjoyed before having children.  Kid #2 came along almost 3 years ago and I've still yet to accomplish any weight goals I once set for myself.  Well, enough is enough and I'm not going to take it anymore!!  Yay for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A snotty co-worker gave me the perfect motivation today, too.  Before I left I told her I was going to take an early lunch.  Then I told her I was going to a WW meeting on lunch and that's why I was leaving early.  Just said I felt it was the right time, then I jokingly said, "Because I don't want to be a big fat slob anymore," and laughed.  So then she says to me, "You aren't a slob!  I would be &lt;em&gt;lying&lt;/em&gt; if I said you weren't fat, but you're not a slob."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, yeah, how's THAT for motivation?  Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I may be fat, but at least I have tact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-111834781024601460?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/111834781024601460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=111834781024601460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/111834781024601460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/111834781024601460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2005/06/weight-watching.html' title='Weight Watching...'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-111514529864832001</id><published>2005-05-03T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T13:40:41.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And you thought Hardee's Monster Burger was gross...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7720569/?GT1=6542"&gt;Check out this 15 pound cheeseburger&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from the article:&lt;br /&gt;The burger comes with 10.5 pounds of ground beef, 25 slices of cheese, a head of lettuce, three tomatoes, two onions, a cup-and-a-half each of mayonnaise, relish, ketchup, mustard and banana peppers -- and a bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness, that is so gross.&lt;br /&gt;It totally puts the Monster Burger to shame, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-111514529864832001?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/111514529864832001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=111514529864832001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/111514529864832001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/111514529864832001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2005/05/and-you-thought-hardees-monster-burger.html' title='And you thought Hardee&apos;s Monster Burger was gross...'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-111461814770080010</id><published>2005-04-27T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T13:55:03.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My List O' 100</title><content type='html'>Allright, apparently this is a typical blog post. So, I'm just following the crowd with my list of (drumroll please...) 100 Things About Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll be 30 this year&lt;br /&gt;3. I have 2 kids, a boy and a girl&lt;br /&gt;4. I have blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;5. I love to sing; sing in the car, sing at home, sing all the time&lt;br /&gt;6. I have sung (sang?) a couple of blues songs at the seedy Viking Bar in Mpls. w/Charles &amp; Ed Play Blues, a local band&lt;br /&gt;7. Etta James is my favorite singer&lt;br /&gt;8. I have seen her sing in concert twice&lt;br /&gt;9. I love all kinds of music: Top 40, Alternative, Classic Rock, Contemporary Christian, Blues, Soul, anything with melody&lt;br /&gt;10. The first concert I ever went to was Guns n' Roses in 9th grade&lt;br /&gt;11. The only band I've seen in concert more than twice is Soul Asylum&lt;br /&gt;12. Still my favorite concert to this day was Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt;13. I graduated high school late because of all my class skipping&lt;br /&gt;14. Used to skip class to get high with my stoner friends, not proud of it&lt;br /&gt;15. I tried every drug I wanted to try in high school and for a few years after&lt;br /&gt;16. I'm glad I never became an addict&lt;br /&gt;17. I quit smoking about 7 months ago&lt;br /&gt;18. The only addictions I've had are nicotine, Diet Coke, and food&lt;br /&gt;19. I need to lose probably 100 lbs. - yikes!&lt;br /&gt;20. I've always been chubby, but never this big in my whole life until after I gave birth to my daughter&lt;br /&gt;21. My husband became a born-again Christian about a year and a half ago&lt;br /&gt;22. It really freaked me out&lt;br /&gt;23. I consider myself still seeking, calling myself born-again still freaks me out because I don't want to be affiliated in any way with right wing religious nutjobs&lt;br /&gt;24. I only have one good friend left from high school&lt;br /&gt;25. The other friends I had in high school are unchanged and total losers&lt;br /&gt;26. I grew up in the suburbs of Mpls.&lt;br /&gt;27. Five years ago we bought a house in the sticks (35 miles north of Mpls.)&lt;br /&gt;28. We have one stoplight in town&lt;br /&gt;29. I have to drive 40 miles round trip to go to a Target store and it's a pain in the butt&lt;br /&gt;30. I worked at a daycare for three years before I got the job I have now&lt;br /&gt;31. I work for a graphic design company&lt;br /&gt;32. I like my job most of the time&lt;br /&gt;33. Office politics bug the hell out of me&lt;br /&gt;34. Typos make me crazy&lt;br /&gt;35. If I see a typo in a book I'm reading I will get a pen and correct it&lt;br /&gt;36. I have a sunflower tattooed on the inside of my right ankle&lt;br /&gt;37. I got the tattoo when I was 20&lt;br /&gt;38. I waited for two years after I turned 18 to make sure I really wanted to do it&lt;br /&gt;39. I love sunflowers, but planted some the first year we got our house and got too many bees&lt;br /&gt;40. I love to garden&lt;br /&gt;41. The best flowers in my garden are my lilies&lt;br /&gt;42. I hate weeding, though&lt;br /&gt;43. I consider myself a "cat person"&lt;br /&gt;44. My husband hates cats and won't let me get one&lt;br /&gt;45. Growing up I had one dog and two cats&lt;br /&gt;46. I was in the room with my childhood pet (the dog) when they put him to sleep&lt;br /&gt;47. I cried super hard, one of only three times I can remember crying that hard&lt;br /&gt;48. The other two times people had died, my cousin and my friend's daughter&lt;br /&gt;49. I quit drinking and driving completely after my cousin died that way, that includes after having "just a couple"&lt;br /&gt;50. I was 19 when he died, not old enough to legally drink anyway&lt;br /&gt;51. I have seen the movie &lt;em&gt;The Breakfast Club&lt;/em&gt; about 57 times&lt;br /&gt;52. I can touch my nose with my tongue&lt;br /&gt;53. I set the alarm to go off at 5:30am, but hit the snooze until 6am and it drives my husband crazy because he works nights&lt;br /&gt;54. I'm frequently woken up to him asking me "Are you going to GO to work today?"&lt;br /&gt;55. It's the only time he's ever outwardly annoyed with me&lt;br /&gt;56. My favorite TV show is &lt;em&gt;Survivor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. I started a blog just because I wanted to post a comment on someone's elses blog&lt;br /&gt;58. I hate my blog moniker, MommyT, and wished I'd picked something better to call myself&lt;br /&gt;59. I would change it, but can't think of anything else, guess that makes me unoriginal&lt;br /&gt;60. I love shoes because my shoe size never changes, unlike my clothing size&lt;br /&gt;61. I have 5 or 6 pairs of sandals because I hate to wear socks&lt;br /&gt;62. The reason I hate to wear socks is because I hate digging through laundry baskets matching up a pair&lt;br /&gt;63. I wish I was a better housekeeper&lt;br /&gt;64. I would much rather mow a lawn than clean a toilet&lt;br /&gt;65. My favorite color is green&lt;br /&gt;66. My favorite song is &lt;em&gt;Descending&lt;/em&gt; by the Black Crowes because I love the piano at the end&lt;br /&gt;67. The Cranberries song &lt;em&gt;Zombie&lt;/em&gt; is my favorite song to sing really loudly&lt;br /&gt;68. My lucky number is 3&lt;br /&gt;69. My father-in-law won the Showcase Showdown on The Price is Right about 6 years ago and I have it on tape to prove it&lt;br /&gt;70. In my junior year of high school I was in the chorus for our production of &lt;em&gt;Bye Bye Birdie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. I tried out for &lt;em&gt;Oklahoma &lt;/em&gt;in my senior year and didn't make the cut&lt;br /&gt;72. It's probably because before I tried out my friend Andy kept teasing me saying I was going to fuck up. When I started my song off on the wrong key I asked my choir teacher if I could start over because I fucked up. I actually used those words. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;73. That's still one of my most embarrasing moments&lt;br /&gt;74. I dropped out of high school about a month later&lt;br /&gt;75. I finished getting my diploma at an "alternative school", which is another way of saying "it's a school for druggies &amp;amp; pregnant teens"&lt;br /&gt;76. My daily commute is over an hour one way&lt;br /&gt;77. The commute is worth it when you see the stars "up thar in the sticks"&lt;br /&gt;78. I've never been on an airplane&lt;br /&gt;79. The only "vacation" I ever took was a trip to South Dakota for the Sturgis bike rally when my husband and I were dating&lt;br /&gt;80. I was a bratty little sister&lt;br /&gt;81. My brother once body slammed me during one of our fake wrestling matches and broke my wrist&lt;br /&gt;82. It's the only broken bone I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;83. I'm so clumsy I trip up the stairs at work almost on a daily basis&lt;br /&gt;84. My work plants are kept alive only because my friend and co-worker waters them, otherwise they'd die&lt;br /&gt;85. If I ever get another tattoo I want a fairy on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;86. My favorite Disney movie is &lt;em&gt;The Little Mermaid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. My house was built in 1982 and still has the original carpet - yuck&lt;br /&gt;88. I wish I could afford to fix up the flooring in my house!!&lt;br /&gt;89. If I had to pick only one thing to eat for the rest of my life it would be mashed potatoes &amp;amp; gravy&lt;br /&gt;90. Or pizza&lt;br /&gt;91. I had a lot more road rage before I started listening to Christian radio&lt;br /&gt;92. I used to think born-again people were stupid for listening to "church music" all the time&lt;br /&gt;93. Now that's almost all I listen to, and I tell you it's not all bad&lt;br /&gt;94. Nicholas Cage has been my favorite actor ever since I saw &lt;em&gt;Peggy Sue Got Married&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. I have naturally curly hair&lt;br /&gt;96. I used to wear contacts, but now I wear my glasses all the time&lt;br /&gt;97. I scream at the television whenever I watch football&lt;br /&gt;98. I saved up $45 when I was 8 and bought a Cabbage Patch Doll and dragged it with me everywhere for about a year&lt;br /&gt;99. Her name was Antoinette Elizabeth, and I still have her&lt;br /&gt;100. I think my kids are so cool, and I'm not just saying that because I'm supposed to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-111461814770080010?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/111461814770080010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=111461814770080010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/111461814770080010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/111461814770080010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-list-o-100.html' title='My List O&apos; 100'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-111409154951702819</id><published>2005-04-21T08:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T08:56:47.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddy - 2-1/2 yrs.</title><content type='html'>Here is a pic my mom took of Maddy.  Age 2-1/2 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2238/640/Maddy%20Jo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2238/320/Maddy%20Jo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madelyn at Grandma's house &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-111409154951702819?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/111409154951702819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=111409154951702819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/111409154951702819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/111409154951702819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2005/04/maddy-2-12-yrs.html' title='Maddy - 2-1/2 yrs.'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-111409152454095275</id><published>2005-04-21T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T08:55:41.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Connor - Spring Pic</title><content type='html'>Just posting some recent pics of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;Here is Connor - age 7.  This is the Spring Picture they took at school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2238/640/ConnorSpring05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2238/320/ConnorSpring05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor - Spring Picture &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-111409152454095275?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/111409152454095275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=111409152454095275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/111409152454095275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/111409152454095275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2005/04/connor-spring-pic.html' title='Connor - Spring Pic'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-111360048393128754</id><published>2005-04-15T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T16:28:03.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Update</title><content type='html'>I don't really post too often, so I decided to give it a shot with a movie update.  Maybe if I decide to post about the movies I watch I will have something to blog about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garden State&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked this movie, even though nothing really happens in it, as in, there is no real plot.  The characters were cool and they were familiar.  Familiar in the way that you have met people like these characters in the past.  Especially in my younger days I knew &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; too many people that were like the druggie friend.  I thought one of the funniest parts of the movie was the mom's Klingon-speaking boyfriend.  Too hilarious!!  I loved Natalie Portman in this movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-111360048393128754?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/111360048393128754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=111360048393128754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/111360048393128754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/111360048393128754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2005/04/movie-update.html' title='Movie Update'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-111281050360565601</id><published>2005-04-06T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T13:04:02.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christians...</title><content type='html'>Someone e-mailed me this today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of something I said to my agnostic friend Sara which went something like this, &lt;em&gt;"You know, when you tell people you are Christian they automatically assume you are going to judge them. They think you believe they are "going to hell" or something."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Christian because I want to thank God for all the blessings He's given me. So people can say I'm naive or ignorant or whatever they want to say. I have faith in God to be in control of my life, and I'm not going to be ashamed of it. It hasn't been easy dealing with my friends and family who think I've lost my damn mind, let me tell you. But God never said it'd be easy, just promised I wouldn't be alone. 'Nuff about that, here's the poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christians - By Maya Angelou &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'."&lt;br /&gt;I'm whispering "I was lost,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm found and forgiven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I don't speak of this with pride.&lt;br /&gt;I'm confessing that I stumble&lt;br /&gt;and need Christ to be my guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm professing that I'm weak&lt;br /&gt;And need His strength to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bragging of success.&lt;br /&gt;I'm admitting I have failed&lt;br /&gt;And need God to clean my mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not claiming to be perfect,&lt;br /&gt;My flaws are far too visible&lt;br /&gt;But, God believes I am worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the sting of pain.&lt;br /&gt;I have my share of heartaches&lt;br /&gt;So I call upon His name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not holier than thou,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a simple sinner&lt;br /&gt;Who received God's good grace, somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-111281050360565601?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/111281050360565601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=111281050360565601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/111281050360565601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/111281050360565601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2005/04/christians.html' title='Christians...'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-111220922198775883</id><published>2005-03-30T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T14:00:21.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang 'Ol Kaboom!</title><content type='html'>Allright, so I'm watching the news Monday night when they start telling this story about some poor dude's trailer home that blew up.  Apparently, the man was in his bathroom, minding his own business, when he decided to light up a cigarette and his trailer house BLEW UP!  The man was not injured at all, which is a miracle, but what followed the first facts of the story, were, of course, the eyewitness accounts.  Maybe it's just me, but do you think they picked these people just because they so closely resemble what might be considered &lt;a href="http://www.kare11.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=77338"&gt;trailer trash?&lt;/a&gt;  Please, watch the video and decide for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-111220922198775883?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/111220922198775883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=111220922198775883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/111220922198775883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/111220922198775883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2005/03/dang-ol-kaboom.html' title='Dang &apos;Ol Kaboom!'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-110668315771833729</id><published>2005-01-25T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T15:01:56.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SpongeBob</title><content type='html'>This is &lt;a href="http://ucc.org/news/r012405.htm"&gt;absolutely ridiculous.&lt;/a&gt;  To Mr. James Dobson: Aren't there more important things to worry about? COME ON!! SpongeBob? Gay? No way! This brings back memories of Tinky Winky. This guy is giving Christians a bad name. Give me a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-110668315771833729?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/110668315771833729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=110668315771833729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/110668315771833729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/110668315771833729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2005/01/spongebob.html' title='SpongeBob'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-110441803892996288</id><published>2004-12-30T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T09:52:07.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Bullet Blender</title><content type='html'>Here's the awesome pic from the Ronco website of my cool new Christmas toy - HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2238/640/magic_bullet_blender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2238/320/magic_bullet_blender.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic Bullet Blender &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-110441803892996288?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/110441803892996288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=110441803892996288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/110441803892996288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/110441803892996288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2004/12/magic-bullet-blender.html' title='Magic Bullet Blender'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-110435965331979799</id><published>2004-12-29T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T09:51:53.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GameCubes and Smoothies</title><content type='html'>Well, Christmas was fun this year. It was the same old routine as every year, but the kids are getting older and it's really fun to watch them open up presents. The expressions on their faces are priceless. I'm so glad my mom was willing to drive to our house on Christmas morning to bring me my camera, which I accidentally left at their house on Christmas Eve. What an awesome mom I have! She completely understands my scrapbooking addiction, probably because she has one of her one - ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason &amp; I got two - count 'em TWO - blenders/smoothie makers. One of them is actually featured on an infomercial , so it MUST be good. I find it really funny that the Ronco website has these listed at $99!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just KNOW my mother-in-law didn't spend THAT. If she did, I will have to have a talk with her. I also find it funny that I never requested or yearned for a blender/smoothie maker. Hmmm...what are my in-laws trying to tell me? I need to drink more? Go on a liquid diet to lose weight or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the day after Christmas we cashed in our Best Buy gift cards and got a GameCube for the whole family. So, pretty much all we did that Sunday was go to church, buy the GameCube, and drink smoothies and play GameCube all afternoon and evening. It was relaxing &amp;amp; fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now - see ya' bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-110435965331979799?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/110435965331979799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=110435965331979799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/110435965331979799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/110435965331979799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2004/12/gamecubes-and-smoothies.html' title='GameCubes and Smoothies'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-110314384177141272</id><published>2004-12-15T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T15:58:16.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so proud of myself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2238/640/FamilyPhoto%20001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2238/320/FamilyPhoto%20001.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Look! I learned how to post a picture.  &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our 2004 Family Christmas photo.  I know, I know, we are SUCH a good looking family.  Don't feel the need to go on and on about it or anything.  Ha!  But seriously, without the dumb looking foliage in the background it doesn't look too shabby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-110314384177141272?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/110314384177141272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=110314384177141272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/110314384177141272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/110314384177141272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-so-proud-of-myself.html' title='I&apos;m so proud of myself...'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-110268752866335022</id><published>2004-12-10T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T09:05:28.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah HA!!</title><content type='html'>I had to post this real quick this morning so I can prove to my sister-in-law that I am actually posting to this thing.  So there!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I get to be the backup shipping chick at work - lucky me.  The woman I cover for has more vacation than everyone else at work combined, I swear!!  UGH.  Oh well, it's Friday, so I've got to stop complaining ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days until my birthday, then I will be 29.  I wonder if the hubby will acknowledge it with a gift or anything this year.  I will post on Monday and let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn, post a comment to this so I know you can see my whole blog ;0).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Tracy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-110268752866335022?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/110268752866335022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=110268752866335022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/110268752866335022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/110268752866335022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2004/12/ah-ha.html' title='Ah HA!!'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-110253623897116728</id><published>2004-12-08T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T15:03:58.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like a raving lunatic.</title><content type='html'>I quit smoking about 2-1/2 to 3 months ago.  My point in writing this is that since about a week after I quit I have not craved a cigarette at all - until today.  For some reason today I really want to smoke.  Maybe it's because I'm just tired, I dunno.  I feel like I'm in the first stages of quitting, though.  Like I just want to bite someone's head off for absolutely no good reason whatsoever.  It's about this time in the afternoon that I really want some chocolate to go with my non-nicotine, too.  No wonder I've gained probably 15 pounds since I quit.  Pounds that I can't really afford to gain, either.  I'm going to be in a wedding in less than a year, so I really need to start dropping the weight - FAST!  Maybe I should start smoking again -  ha ha!!  The last time I quit and started again Jason told me he noticed I had started again because I dropped 10 pounds just like that.  It's called the "Marlboro diet".  I have a feeling it won't go over as well as the Atkin's diet.  Just kidding, I would rather be fat than a smoker.  It was too hard to quit again.  This is the third time I have quit cold turkey and I am completely determined for it to work this time.  Well, time to go get that chocolate bar before I really do bite off the head of some poor unsuspecting victim.  Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-110253623897116728?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/110253623897116728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=110253623897116728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/110253623897116728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/110253623897116728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-feel-like-raving-lunatic.html' title='I feel like a raving lunatic.'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-110190986012691639</id><published>2004-12-01T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T09:09:51.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh bother!</title><content type='html'>I don't know what the heck happened. I've only had two people post to my blog so far, and for some reason I accidentally deleted the post from Steve, whose blog is &lt;a href="http://ragarambler.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Oops!  I don't know how to get it back, but I didn't want to offend anyone.  So, Steve, if you ever read this I will again state that I don't know what the heck I'm doing!  Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jenn, you are silly.  I don't write well - I'm just blabbing on and on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll post later on.  I should be working - aaaccckkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-110190986012691639?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/110190986012691639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=110190986012691639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/110190986012691639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/110190986012691639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2004/12/oh-bother.html' title='Oh bother!'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-110182862738472286</id><published>2004-11-30T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T10:30:27.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just postin'...</title><content type='html'>Well, my sister-in-law decided to start blogging, so now I am inspired to keep up with this thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's going on with me today?  Not too much.  Just working and trying to make it through the day.  Then it will be one more day and I will have another long weekend.  Last weekend was a four day weekend because of Thanksgiving, and this weekend will be a five day weekend.  Woohoo!  Jason has that time off, too.  We took the time to plan around his aunt's wedding, which is on Saturday.  It's about a four hour drive to get down there, so that should be fun with two kids in the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason's little sister called last night to tell me she is engaged to be married!  Yay!  I am very happy for her.  Her fiance's name is Calvin.  They've been dating 6 months or so I guess.  He is a great guy.  They are planning a February wedding.  She'll be the last one in the family to get married, and Jason and I were the first in his family to get married, so that's all five kids to get married in 7 years - wow!!  First it was us, then Kev &amp; Jenny, then Jean &amp;amp; Mark, then Janelle &amp; Larry, now Jolene.  Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I don't have much else going on.  Blogging is dumb when you have nothing to say.  LOL!  I'm thinking next post I will try to add our family picture.  Until then...see ya' bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-110182862738472286?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/110182862738472286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=110182862738472286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/110182862738472286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/110182862738472286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2004/11/just-postin.html' title='Just postin&apos;...'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-110081370738219980</id><published>2004-11-18T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T16:35:07.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww MAN!</title><content type='html'>What a day. I went to lunch with a couple of friends from work, and while backing out of my parking spot I bumped into a VW Jetta parked across the aisle from me. I was trying to back into the empty spot next to the Jetta, and unfortunately was not coordinated enough to do so. There was a group of 6 or 7 people in the parking lot heading into the restaurant who witnessed the accident and I looked up and all of them were gawking in my direction - probably mentally taking down my license plate number. What a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach when I heard the awful &lt;crunch,&gt;noise it made - eww. So, I went sheepishly back into the restaurant and found the owner of the vehicle (who happened to be the bartender). He took down my info and we parted ways, and then it was up to me to call the hubby and let him know. I feel so badly that all of my actions affect him, too. Although it's actually nice to have that other person on your team and in your corner to help you take the hit (or &lt;em&gt;give&lt;/em&gt; it as the case may be). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Survivor is on tonight, then The Apprentice, and then ER.  I LOVE Thursday night TV.  How boring and lame am I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also get to prepare all the crafts for Sunday School for this weekend.  I am the craft lady every other month for church.  This Sunday we get to make Paper Plate Turkeys, Lunch Bag Centerpiece Turkeys, and Hand and Footprint Turkeys (there are 3 groups of kids).  Wish me luck!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give thanks to the LORD, for He is good.  His love endures forever. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Psalm 136:1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-110081370738219980?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/110081370738219980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=110081370738219980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/110081370738219980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/110081370738219980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2004/11/awww-man.html' title='Awww MAN!'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-110073125444256021</id><published>2004-11-17T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T17:40:54.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be a couch potato</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a while, so I thought today that I really need to actually SAY something on this blog in order to make it worthwhile enough to have been started in the first place.  Problem is, I don't really have a lot going on right now.  I watched half of the movie "The Butterfly Effect" last night because I'm a member of &lt;a href="http://www.netflix.com"&gt;Netflix&lt;/a&gt; and I've had the dang movie for two months without mailing it back.  So, I put the movie in late and could only watch half of it.  I need to go to sleep sometime because I get up at 5:30am for work every day.  Problem was, once I started watching the movie it was REALLY hard to turn off.  I can't wait to watch the rest of it tonight.  I have to wait until my kids go to bed before I can watch the rest of the movie.  See, this is a problem that people without kids don't ever have.  When you have kids, you never get uninterrupted television time, and you can't watch "R" rated movies during normal prime time hours (unless you don't care what your kids see).  I know that T.V. watching is pretty overrated, and that most of us should watch a lot less of it, but sometime it would be nice to watch like 4 hours of completely uninterrupted stupid mindless television without having someone ask me to get them a cup of juice.  After working all day, I want to shut my mind off at night.  The point is, nobody ever tells you these things before you have kids, you just have to discover them by yourself.  Tomorrow night is &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor9/"&gt;Survivor&lt;/a&gt; night, and I'm a huge fan, so hopefully I can get a few moments of peace and quiet enough to follow the plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-110073125444256021?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/110073125444256021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=110073125444256021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/110073125444256021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/110073125444256021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-wanna-be-couch-potato.html' title='I wanna be a couch potato'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-109968948346504580</id><published>2004-11-05T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T16:18:03.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why oh why...</title><content type='html'>Didn't we get this information out to voters BEFORE the election?  Or was it just that they had the information and chose to do nothing about it.  I think that is ignorance in it's most shameful form.  Here are actual FACTS about the Bush administration.  Maybe there's a way for us to stifle dishonest behavior before it continues for the next four years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thenation.com/doc.mhtml?i=20041108&amp;s=facts"&gt;http://www.thenation.com/doc.mhtml?i=20041108&amp;amp;s=facts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-109968948346504580?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/109968948346504580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=109968948346504580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/109968948346504580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/109968948346504580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2004/11/why-oh-why.html' title='Why oh why...'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-109968436251058765</id><published>2004-11-05T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T14:52:42.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrrggghhh</title><content type='html'>I have a big, ugly, painful, puffy zit right in the middle of my bottom lip.  It's seriously inhibiting my ability to put on Chapstick and I can't stand it!  Waaaaaahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**There, I just had to be selfish and complain a little bit today.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-109968436251058765?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/109968436251058765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=109968436251058765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/109968436251058765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/109968436251058765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2004/11/arrrggghhh.html' title='Arrrggghhh'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-109958528292167586</id><published>2004-11-04T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T11:21:22.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 46</title><content type='html'>No matter which way you voted in the election, this should bring some peace of mind if you are a believer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God is our refuge and strength,   a very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth should change,   though the mountains shake in the heart of the sea; though its waters roar and foam,   though the mountains tremble with its tumult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,   the holy habitation of the Most High. God is in the midst of the city; it shall not be moved;   God will help it when the morning dawns. The nations are in an uproar, the kingdoms totter;   he utters his voice, the earth melts. The Lord of hosts is with us;   the God of Jacob is our refuge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, behold the works of the Lord;   see what desolations he has brought on the earth. He makes wars cease to the end of the earth;   he breaks the bow, and shatters the spear;   he burns the shields with fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be still, and know that I am God!   I am exalted among the nations,   I am exalted in the earth." The Lord of hosts is with us;   the God of Jacob is our refuge."&lt;br /&gt;- Psalm 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-109958528292167586?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/109958528292167586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=109958528292167586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/109958528292167586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/109958528292167586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2004/11/psalm-46.html' title='Psalm 46'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-109949091247506680</id><published>2004-11-03T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T09:08:32.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss the good ol' days</title><content type='html'>What happened to the good ol' days when you woke up the morning after a presidential election and you knew who the heck the president was? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-109949091247506680?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/109949091247506680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=109949091247506680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/109949091247506680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/109949091247506680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-miss-good-ol-days.html' title='I miss the good ol&apos; days'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-109934958228976514</id><published>2004-11-01T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T17:53:02.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking Halloween was a big success at our house.  At one point I took a picture of my daughter all sticky-faced, with a sucker in each hand, totally hyped out on sugar and I could see the beginnings of many chaotic holidays to come.  My son has had a decent grasp of this for a few years now - the materialism of Christmas.  Ugh.  I do NOT want to deal with any of it this year.  Too much money, too much stress.  Lord knows I've got enough stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main concern on my mind today is the election tomorrow.  I'm freaking out because my husband is going to vote for W.  It makes me insane!!  Nothing I can do but vote for Kerry and cancel out his vote.  I just can't believe I've been married for 7 years to someone I never thought would vote for a republican, and now he's going to do it!  Oh well.  I'm just trying to remain optimistic and positive.  Go John Kerry/John Edwards!!  I can't wait until this is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, didn't try attaching a link yet.  Maybe next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-109934958228976514?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/109934958228976514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=109934958228976514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/109934958228976514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/109934958228976514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2004/11/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-109907558846887722</id><published>2004-10-29T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T13:46:28.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging...</title><content type='html'>Allright, what's the point of having a blog when you don't even post to it?  So, here's my 1st (ok, 2nd) attempt to post something worth reading.  To whom it's worth reading?  I don't know, but here goes anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is 2 days until Halloween.  I have been busy the last couple of days preparing for my kids to enjoy the holiday.  This morning my son wore his ninja costume to school.  He is a first grader.  It occured to me that almost all boys have at one point been a ninja on Halloween.  Lucky kid gets to do the Halloween parade thing at school.  I LOVED doing that when I was an elementary student.  Holidays were the BEST in elementary school.  It seemed like more than half the day was just hanging out eating candy, watching movies, playing fun games like "Ghost Bingo".  It was awesome!  Now that I'm an adult I have to live vicariously through my kids.  I wish I had appreciated all of that when I actually was a kid ::sigh::. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter gets to be Mickey Mouse this year courtesy of the hand-me-down bag of clothes I receive from one of my best friends.  My poor daughter doesn't get to pick her own costumes yet, she's young enough not to care.  I suppose she shouldn't even participate, but if she didn't it would make a pretty lame scrapbook page.  I can't wait to scrap her wearing her costume!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I think I'm pretty satisfied with my attempt to post here.  Maybe I'll try to add a picture or a link later on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-109907558846887722?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/109907558846887722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=109907558846887722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/109907558846887722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/109907558846887722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2004/10/blogging.html' title='Blogging...'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903552.post-109891447998176205</id><published>2004-10-27T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T17:01:19.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Well Well</title><content type='html'>So THIS is how you post to a blog.  This is all new to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is actually looking at this right now, don't bother...I don't know what the heck I'm doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903552-109891447998176205?l=momtspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/feeds/109891447998176205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8903552&amp;postID=109891447998176205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/109891447998176205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903552/posts/default/109891447998176205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momtspage.blogspot.com/2004/10/well-well-well.html' title='Well Well Well'/><author><name>MommyT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481856758946040207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
