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blister'/><category term='gray cat'/><category term='police officer'/><title type='text'>sweetpeabart</title><subtitle type='html'>sharing my eclectic collection with you....aren't you lucky???</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' 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own website: &lt;a href="http://www.bestofbreedpetsitting/"&gt;http://www.bestofbreedpetsitting/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog was seminal in my web presence. Ahhh, the nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! There goes some tumble weed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-7337934111662345148?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/7337934111662345148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=7337934111662345148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7337934111662345148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7337934111662345148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2010/06/ghost-town.html' title='Ghost Town'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-9165614841059066799</id><published>2009-08-10T21:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:37:00.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6-year-old Milestones Continued....</title><content type='html'>Baby Girl passed the swim test at the pool this afternoon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can now swim in the big pool without a grown up with her. Better yet, she can go off the diving board!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is really becoming a strong swimmer. That seems to be the cycle, though.....strong at the end of the summer from swimming as much as possible! She'll be in swimming lessons again this fall to keep up her skills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-9165614841059066799?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/9165614841059066799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=9165614841059066799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/9165614841059066799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/9165614841059066799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2009/08/6-year-old-milestones-continued.html' title='6-year-old Milestones Continued....'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-8991343007188769801</id><published>2009-08-05T09:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T09:39:00.759-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loosing teeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no training wheels'/><title type='text'>6-year-old Milestones</title><content type='html'>Baby Girl turned 6 in March and lost her first tooth in the night between July 30-31. She claims to not know how it fell out; it just fell out while she was sleeping! I know it was very loose. She had a shark tooth going on, because her permanent tooth was growing behind the baby tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also rode her bike without training wheels the most proficiently that I've seen on August 3. She gets better each time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girl's been awaiting these milestones. So proud of her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-8991343007188769801?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/8991343007188769801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=8991343007188769801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8991343007188769801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8991343007188769801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2009/08/6-year-old-milestones.html' title='6-year-old 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term='church'/><title type='text'>Turn Around Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SdavnlAIGBI/AAAAAAAAArM/Mr_2r67Re0I/s1600-h/turn+around+here.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320633104267221010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SdavnlAIGBI/AAAAAAAAArM/Mr_2r67Re0I/s400/turn+around+here.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a sign at a church that DOES alllow U-turns!&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/7276702571595835570-948491142653836723?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/948491142653836723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SdavnlAIGBI/AAAAAAAAArM/Mr_2r67Re0I/s72-c/turn+around+here.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-8073165601938777491</id><published>2009-03-21T19:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:59:32.236-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bumper stickers'/><title type='text'>Current Bumper Stickers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/ScV_KhAAuWI/AAAAAAAAArE/DMvlEvildEw/s1600-h/IMG_0825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315794753814575458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/ScV_KhAAuWI/AAAAAAAAArE/DMvlEvildEw/s400/IMG_0825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/ScV_EDWenLI/AAAAAAAAAq8/xwl_RPf_QLU/s1600-h/IMG_0825.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm planning my next set of bumper stickers and wanted to preserve, for eternity, my current bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7276702571595835570-8073165601938777491?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/8073165601938777491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=8073165601938777491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8073165601938777491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8073165601938777491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2009/03/current-bumper-stickers.html' title='Current Bumper Stickers'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/ScV_KhAAuWI/AAAAAAAAArE/DMvlEvildEw/s72-c/IMG_0825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-6058623670358853430</id><published>2009-02-12T07:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:25:11.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baby Girl is an official whistler now--one month shy of her sixth birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-6058623670358853430?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/6058623670358853430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=6058623670358853430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/6058623670358853430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/6058623670358853430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Chuck Green, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ideabook.&lt;/span&gt;com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-3361693918414430242?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/3361693918414430242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=3361693918414430242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/3361693918414430242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/3361693918414430242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2009/01/simpler-harder-better.html' title='The simpler, the harder, the better!'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-8535951540977120394</id><published>2008-12-07T19:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:07:07.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>U Turns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/STxw-NBbzjI/AAAAAAAAApA/5P_2M6FvuW0/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277217077321256498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/STxw-NBbzjI/AAAAAAAAApA/5P_2M6FvuW0/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No U-turns allowed here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-8535951540977120394?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/8535951540977120394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=8535951540977120394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8535951540977120394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8535951540977120394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/12/u-turns.html' title='U Turns'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/STxw-NBbzjI/AAAAAAAAApA/5P_2M6FvuW0/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-2953598913672797815</id><published>2008-08-11T07:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T07:07:30.668-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tying'/><title type='text'>A New Skill</title><content type='html'>Baby Girl demonstrated her tying skills last night! Whoo-hoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-2953598913672797815?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/2953598913672797815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=2953598913672797815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/2953598913672797815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/2953598913672797815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-skill.html' title='A New Skill'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-1296985183875622945</id><published>2008-07-26T23:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:43:38.110-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black stockings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toothbrushes in bed'/><title type='text'>Toothbrushes in Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SIvuVGQ3mHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/GoKi52qaW5o/s1600-h/toothbrushes+in+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227533838719621234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SIvuVGQ3mHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/GoKi52qaW5o/s400/toothbrushes+in+bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the questions that this picture raises, the best one is "why are there TWO stockings?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A toothbrush only has one 'leg'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-1296985183875622945?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/1296985183875622945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=1296985183875622945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/1296985183875622945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/1296985183875622945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/07/toothbrushes-in-bed.html' title='Toothbrushes in Bed'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SIvuVGQ3mHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/GoKi52qaW5o/s72-c/toothbrushes+in+bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-5044320304802002582</id><published>2008-07-05T21:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:09:09.333-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new kitten'/><title type='text'>Remi</title><content type='html'>Our new kitty named Remi, short for Remington. He's six weeks old.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SHAbAEixjsI/AAAAAAAAAd0/5FSe-eP4WGM/s1600-h/remi+in+basket+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219701656155950786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SHAbAEixjsI/AAAAAAAAAd0/5FSe-eP4WGM/s400/remi+in+basket+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SHAbAVlUZBI/AAAAAAAAAd8/OFfbbDaWsqI/s1600-h/IMG_0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219701660730024978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SHAbAVlUZBI/AAAAAAAAAd8/OFfbbDaWsqI/s400/IMG_0340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SHAbAYSuBEI/AAAAAAAAAeE/LSW5cfcU6XQ/s1600-h/remi+in+cube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219701661457318978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SHAbAYSuBEI/AAAAAAAAAeE/LSW5cfcU6XQ/s400/remi+in+cube.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-5044320304802002582?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/5044320304802002582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=5044320304802002582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/5044320304802002582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/5044320304802002582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/07/remi.html' title='Remi'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SHAbAEixjsI/AAAAAAAAAd0/5FSe-eP4WGM/s72-c/remi+in+basket+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-932493801755861734</id><published>2008-07-05T21:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:10:38.576-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pierced ears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost earring'/><title type='text'>One Down...One to Go</title><content type='html'>Well, Baby Girl lost an earring last night and I didn't put it back in right away since we were at a party. We tried putting it in at bedtime, but it wouldn't go and she really doesn't like the pain of us trying to reinsert it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's keeping the other earring in for now. Not sure if she'll hold up to the pain of having the other one re-pierced. Probably not any time soon, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since she had them pierced, Baby Girl flinches when we go to clean her ears or turn the earrings. Guess it may be something she won't want to do again for a few years?!?!?!? She wanted to have it done and now she knows what it feels like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-932493801755861734?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/932493801755861734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=932493801755861734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/932493801755861734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/932493801755861734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-downone-to-go.html' title='One Down...One to Go'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-7544863067870698767</id><published>2008-06-21T20:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:38:33.483-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ears pierced'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance recital'/><title type='text'>Dance Recital and Ears Pierced</title><content type='html'>Baby Girl had her second dance recital today and had her ears pierced afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did great in recital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week she mentioned for the second time that she wanted to get her ears pierced. We took her to the mall last night so she could see what to expect. She wasn't crazy about the idea of the possibility of pain, but she still wanted to get them pierced today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, they pierced her ears at the same time. Otherwise, I don't know if she would have been able to sit for the second ear. They pierced both and she cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says they don't hurt so much now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She picked pretty pink flowers. I wish I was getting my ears pierced again. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-7544863067870698767?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/7544863067870698767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=7544863067870698767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7544863067870698767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7544863067870698767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/06/dance-recital-and-ears-pierced.html' title='Dance Recital and Ears Pierced'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-7149580349455083234</id><published>2008-06-21T20:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T09:17:37.615-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spectromagic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>Walt Disney World Trip</title><content type='html'>Disney World trip from May 26 (Memorial Day) to June 1 (home around noon-time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to go back the minute I left. Most of my favorite things were in Magic Kingdom: the Spectromagic Parade (nighttime) and the Wishes fireworks show. I often hopped back to Magic Kingdom at night just to catch those events. Also enjoyed Hollywood Studios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girl met all the princesses and ate breakfast and lunch with many of them, too. Also met the main Disney players: Mickey, Minnie, Goofy, Chip -n- Dale, Pluto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great time was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go back tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-7149580349455083234?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/7149580349455083234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=7149580349455083234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7149580349455083234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7149580349455083234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/06/walt-disney-world-trip.html' title='Walt Disney World Trip'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-660027097587509072</id><published>2008-04-14T20:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:42:24.389-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police officer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ambition'/><title type='text'>Definition of Amibition</title><content type='html'>Baby Girl told us that she's going to be a doctor, dentist, AND a police officer. She even laid out a schedule for us as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Wed-Doctor&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-Dentist&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-Police Officer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other days of the week she will be a princess, clean houses, visit people, help people if they are sick (yes, that's similar to being a doctor...but this is different), &amp;amp; get medicine for moms n dads n kids if they are sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said she's going to do these things at these times of day-- 6:00, 9:00, 10:00, 1:00, 7:00, and 8:00.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-660027097587509072?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/660027097587509072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=660027097587509072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/660027097587509072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/660027097587509072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/04/definition-of-amibition.html' title='Definition of Amibition'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-522510709005463758</id><published>2008-04-14T20:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:38:55.667-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod shuffle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Quotation from April 10, 2008</title><content type='html'>"This music hits the spot where I want music,"  says Baby Girl while listening to the pink ipod shuffle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-522510709005463758?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/522510709005463758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=522510709005463758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/522510709005463758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/522510709005463758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/04/quotation-from-april-10-2008.html' title='Quotation from April 10, 2008'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-7084486108294782757</id><published>2008-04-11T21:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:16:41.744-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Big readers at our house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SAANOmutAHI/AAAAAAAAAds/bztHyToJwSU/s1600-h/IMG_0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188161315296575602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SAANOmutAHI/AAAAAAAAAds/bztHyToJwSU/s400/IMG_0210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-7084486108294782757?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/7084486108294782757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=7084486108294782757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7084486108294782757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7084486108294782757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/04/big-readers-at-our-house.html' title='Big readers at our house'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SAANOmutAHI/AAAAAAAAAds/bztHyToJwSU/s72-c/IMG_0210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-8337817601933024314</id><published>2008-04-09T20:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:46:58.724-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimsuits'/><title type='text'>Overwhelmed by Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R_1jLWutAGI/AAAAAAAAAdk/dz7hLC-AowQ/s1600-h/naked+barbie+pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187411392531857506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R_1jLWutAGI/AAAAAAAAAdk/dz7hLC-AowQ/s400/naked+barbie+pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can I say? We don't have swimsuits for Barbie yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-8337817601933024314?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/8337817601933024314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=8337817601933024314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8337817601933024314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8337817601933024314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/04/overwhelmed-by-hair.html' title='Overwhelmed by Hair'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R_1jLWutAGI/AAAAAAAAAdk/dz7hLC-AowQ/s72-c/naked+barbie+pool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-6989955125200905430</id><published>2008-04-05T19:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T19:41:52.895-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wit out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheesesteaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whiz'/><title type='text'>Cheesesteak Edumacation</title><content type='html'>Living this close to Philly, I think I'm finally getting educated in cheesesteak-ese. Though I've never had one, nor do I plan to have one, it's common knowledge out here that there's special etiquette when ordering cheesesteaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whiz wit = cheesesteak with onions, with cheez whiz&lt;br /&gt;witout = no onions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more about this fascinating cultural icon here &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheesesteak"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheesesteak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-6989955125200905430?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/6989955125200905430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=6989955125200905430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/6989955125200905430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/6989955125200905430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/04/cheesesteak-edumacation.html' title='Cheesesteak Edumacation'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-2955118502318093522</id><published>2008-04-03T22:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T23:06:26.539-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='east coast pizza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papa john&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheesesteaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza hut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ci-Ci&apos;s Pizza Buffet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><title type='text'>Stuck on Pizza</title><content type='html'>I continue to find it disheartening that I am unable to find pizza out east that I really like. I mean, besides the Papa John's and Pizza Huts which you know are standard. It's really been quite a challenge to find a good pizza joint after having grown up with such exquisite pizza fare in the midwest ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, I think it has to do with how pizza places out here don't sell ONLY pizza. All the pizza places are pretty much full-menu restaurants. Steaks (short for cheesesteaks), wings, salads, hoagies. How can they possibly perfect their pizza when there's so much other food to think about, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems to me that the people out east don't know what they're missing when it comes to pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for the inception of a Ci-Ci's Pizza Buffet &lt;a href="http://www.cicispizza.com/Default_flash.asp"&gt;http://www.cicispizza.com/Default_flash.asp&lt;/a&gt; in Lancaster. It'll still be nearly an hour and a half drive, but better than the drive I'd have to take now to get to the closest one, which is in Baltimore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever do find the prized pizza, you'll be the first to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-2955118502318093522?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/2955118502318093522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=2955118502318093522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/2955118502318093522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/2955118502318093522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/04/stuck-on-pizza.html' title='Stuck on Pizza'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-2367954221313206827</id><published>2008-03-31T15:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T15:28:32.931-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loaves and fishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>During a discussion yesterday at Sunday school of Jesus and the loaves and fishes, I asked Baby Girl if she knows what a miracle is. No, she says. I asked her if there's anything that Jesus/God can't do. Yes, she says. I asked her to name something that Jesus/God can't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie, she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zinger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-2367954221313206827?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/2367954221313206827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=2367954221313206827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/2367954221313206827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/2367954221313206827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/03/during-discussion-yesterday-at-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-8539906454970920642</id><published>2008-03-23T00:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:23:19.577-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyebrow makeup'/><title type='text'>Love those arches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R-XajTRtwhI/AAAAAAAAAdc/glmWHkoEujI/s1600-h/sashi+eyebrow+makeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180787246364475922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R-XajTRtwhI/AAAAAAAAAdc/glmWHkoEujI/s400/sashi+eyebrow+makeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She learned her best cosmetic tips from Mommy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This particular technique is sure to hit the fashion runways by fall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-8539906454970920642?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/8539906454970920642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=8539906454970920642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8539906454970920642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8539906454970920642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/03/she-learned-her-best-cosmetic-tips-from.html' title='Love those arches'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R-XajTRtwhI/AAAAAAAAAdc/glmWHkoEujI/s72-c/sashi+eyebrow+makeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-6182128469897275645</id><published>2008-03-08T20:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T20:23:25.821-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freaky Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earthquake'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Windy here today. Baby Girl says we're having an earthquick. Yup, not earthQUAKE, rather an earthQUICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An earthquake is portrayed in one of her favorite movies, &lt;em&gt;Freaky Friday.&lt;/em&gt; I don't think she knows about tornados, so all the blustery-ness can be chalked up to that earthquick we're experiencing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-6182128469897275645?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/6182128469897275645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=6182128469897275645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/6182128469897275645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/6182128469897275645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/03/windy-here-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-8456389431608175063</id><published>2008-03-06T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T19:41:38.667-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plumber'/><title type='text'>My Friend's Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R9CPG-S1QAI/AAAAAAAAAdU/-EmrUc7SWzM/s1600-h/abby+heaton+the+plumber.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174793321812672514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R9CPG-S1QAI/AAAAAAAAAdU/-EmrUc7SWzM/s400/abby+heaton+the+plumber.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As smart as she is you would think she could be something more than a Plummer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-8456389431608175063?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/8456389431608175063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=8456389431608175063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8456389431608175063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8456389431608175063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-friends-kid.html' title='My Friend&apos;s Kid'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R9CPG-S1QAI/AAAAAAAAAdU/-EmrUc7SWzM/s72-c/abby+heaton+the+plumber.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-881861515333658538</id><published>2008-03-06T18:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T18:50:03.760-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stay together'/><title type='text'>Pray together to stay together...or just have sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i'm so bad.  i got this in an email today and i couldn't help but substitute the word PRAY with the words HAVE SEX (or whatever variation fits). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;when you're married to a pastor, you just gotta do what you gotta do to stay sane!!!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;seriously, try reading this the funny way..it's great!  especially the last few sentences...classic!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;there's a party in hell and we're all invited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray together to stay together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies do bear out this fact – couples that pray together, stay together. When folks ask me for marital advice, my first question to them usually focuses on their prayer life. It’s amazing how many problems will be corrected when a couple will diligently pray and ask God for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few tips: - Pray with your wife every day at the same time. - Limit interruptions. Let your kids know you all will be praying and you expect them to give you a few minutes of peace. - Take a couple moments to talk about what you all will pray for. If you feel awkward praying, it’s OK! Just do it...even if it’s only for 30 seconds...it’s a start. - Pray specifically for your marriage and family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-881861515333658538?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/881861515333658538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=881861515333658538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/881861515333658538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/881861515333658538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/03/pray-together-to-stay-togetheror-just.html' title='Pray together to stay together...or just have sex'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-3267724661653231475</id><published>2008-03-03T19:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:16:51.286-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheeses of nazareth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paremesan cheese'/><title type='text'>Please Pass the Cheeses of Nazareth</title><content type='html'>Baby Girl told me tonight that she likes to eat parmejohn cheese on her spaghetti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-3267724661653231475?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/3267724661653231475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=3267724661653231475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/3267724661653231475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/3267724661653231475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/03/please-pass-cheese-of-nazareth.html' title='Please Pass the Cheeses of Nazareth'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-1845276627433927918</id><published>2008-02-28T19:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T19:21:51.725-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good looking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyes'/><title type='text'>Good Lookin'</title><content type='html'>Tonight at supper, Baby Girl asked Daddy if he thinks Mommy is smart. He said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she asked Mommy if she thinks Daddy is smart. Mommy said yes, very smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Daddy asked Baby Girl if she think she's smart. Baby Girl said, "Hhhmmm, a little bit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy asked, "Do you know what smart means?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girl said, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Daddy said, "It means you're good looking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girl opened her eyes wide and said, "I'm good looking!" Then she closed one eye and said, "Even with one eye closed, I'm still good looking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-1845276627433927918?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/1845276627433927918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=1845276627433927918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/1845276627433927918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/1845276627433927918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-lookin.html' title='Good Lookin&apos;'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-8319766638140640771</id><published>2008-02-26T12:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T12:42:37.949-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Princesses'/><title type='text'>In the Presence of Royalty</title><content type='html'>When out in public, and someone says to Baby Girl, "Hello, Princess!", Baby Girl turns to us and asks, "How did she know I'm a princess?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-8319766638140640771?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/8319766638140640771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=8319766638140640771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8319766638140640771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8319766638140640771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-presence-of-royalty.html' title='In the Presence of Royalty'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-1296851873185555782</id><published>2008-02-23T18:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T19:17:23.752-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PA Dutch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoo-fly pie'/><title type='text'>Am I officially Pennsylvanian now?</title><content type='html'>Ate at Shady Maple this morning with my friends from work. Check it out here &lt;a href="http://www.shady-maple.com/smorg.html"&gt;http://www.shady-maple.com/smorg.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They FORCED me to try shoo-fly pie and whoopie pie. I was very non-plussed by the shoo-fly pie. It's some sort of molasses pie...almost like pecan pie, but pecan pie actually has some flavor to it. Shoo-fly pie comes in two varieties: wet bottom or dry bottom. Those are descriptions of how much molasses is used and the recipe that is followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoopie pie tastes like Hostess Ho-Hos, but it looks like a big cake oreo. Two round chocolate cakes with white filling in between. That was much better than the shoo-fly pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm finally official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See October 27, 2007 post for more info.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-1296851873185555782?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/1296851873185555782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=1296851873185555782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/1296851873185555782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/1296851873185555782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/02/am-i-officially-pennsylvanian-now.html' title='Am I officially Pennsylvanian now?'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-5821973829345870117</id><published>2008-02-17T09:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T09:03:18.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kerrfunk's been away since Thursday...coming home today. Baby Girl told me yesterday that she still remembers what Daddy looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said that it's nice having me around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-5821973829345870117?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/5821973829345870117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=5821973829345870117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/5821973829345870117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/5821973829345870117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/02/kerrfunks-been-away-since-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-8821411705582402819</id><published>2008-02-07T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T17:03:11.206-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superbowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney World'/><title type='text'>I'm goin to Disney World!</title><content type='html'>Baby Girl enjoyed the Superbowl and claims she wanted the Giants to win all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also been enjoying the Disney commerical where they ask the Giant player (eli manning?) that classic question, "Now that you've won the Superbowl, what are you going to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He of course answers, "I'm goin to Disney World!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girl says she wants to go to Disney World with the Giants!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-8821411705582402819?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/8821411705582402819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=8821411705582402819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8821411705582402819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8821411705582402819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-goin-to-disney-world.html' title='I&apos;m goin to Disney World!'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-2591928945793283668</id><published>2008-01-20T11:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T12:03:16.310-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite blanket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost and found'/><title type='text'>Trick</title><content type='html'>Baby Girl played a goooood trick on Kerrfunk and I this week. She claimed that her favorite blue blankie was missing, so Daddy and I began a fervent search for Blue Blankie. We didn't find it in any of the usual spots so we decided to ask at the YMCA and the grocery stores the next time we went, in case Blue Blankie was left at one of those places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we mentioned not finding Blue Blankie at home, Baby Girl would respond, "I think it's at home." And she never got REALLY upset about Blue Blankie being gone. We questioned it, but continued with the search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Baby Girl had swimming lessons next, Kerrfunk asked at the front desk for the lost and found. No Blue Blankie. On the way home from swimming, they stopped at one grocery store and waited (Baby Girl included) in a loooong line at customer service to finally ask about the lost and found. Again, no Blue Blankie. I asked at the other grocery store. No Blue Blankie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the other night, Baby Girl says, "Let's look for Blue Blankie!" and she runs over to the hiding place. Sure enough, she hid the blanket under one of her big teddy bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are amazed that she kept this surprise from us for as many days as she did....and consequently went without Blue Blankie for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continues to astound us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-2591928945793283668?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/2591928945793283668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=2591928945793283668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/2591928945793283668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/2591928945793283668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/01/trick.html' title='Trick'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-8500984833820005318</id><published>2008-01-13T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:19:38.244-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yellow mustang convertible'/><title type='text'>My New Car....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lib.store.yahoo.net/lib/mustangtuning/yellowfrontquarter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://lib.store.yahoo.net/lib/mustangtuning/yellowfrontquarter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...for a few days, anyway, while we get the dent taken out of the Corolla (see post from June 3, 2007)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Borrowing it from a friend at church. I already vacuumed it all out for her and wiped the interior down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depending on the weather, I hope to wash it before returning it also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad it's not warm enough to have the top down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-8500984833820005318?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/8500984833820005318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=8500984833820005318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8500984833820005318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8500984833820005318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-new-car.html' title='My New Car....'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-4386916206792389509</id><published>2008-01-13T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T14:03:33.442-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white dove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baptism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hand of God'/><title type='text'>White Dove for Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R4pfnwSq05I/AAAAAAAAAc0/4O5WvL0PdgM/s1600-h/White+Dove+for+Baptism+Sashi+15+mos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155037860061696914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R4pfnwSq05I/AAAAAAAAAc0/4O5WvL0PdgM/s320/White+Dove+for+Baptism+Sashi+15+mos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R4pfoASq06I/AAAAAAAAAc8/vANC3cotCls/s1600-h/White+Dove+for+Baptism+Jun172004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155037864356664226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R4pfoASq06I/AAAAAAAAAc8/vANC3cotCls/s320/White+Dove+for+Baptism+Jun172004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay. Flashback to June 17, 2004. Baby Girl was 15 mos. old and baptized on that day. Later in the evening, it was kinda rainy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A white dove showed up on our front porch. It hung out for a few hours. I put a box out in case it wanted shelter from the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning it was gone, having left it's calling card in the form of bird poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were awestruck that a white dove would just happen to hang out at our house on the very same day as Baby Girl's baptism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes one think, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R4pffQSq03I/AAAAAAAAAck/n69TfrUetgM/s1600-h/White+Dove+for+Baptism+Sashi+15+mos.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R4pffwSq04I/AAAAAAAAAcs/MzWTzm8pERw/s1600-h/White+Dove+for+Baptism+Jun172004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/7276702571595835570-4386916206792389509?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/4386916206792389509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=4386916206792389509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/4386916206792389509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/4386916206792389509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/01/white-dove-for-baptism.html' title='White Dove for Baptism'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R4pfnwSq05I/AAAAAAAAAc0/4O5WvL0PdgM/s72-c/White+Dove+for+Baptism+Sashi+15+mos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-4099933939368786858</id><published>2008-01-01T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:42:03.693-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bumper sticker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end the war'/><title type='text'>Might Have to Get This One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R3sH6QSq02I/AAAAAAAAAcc/HPxOtnNW6yA/s1600-h/sooner+bring+home,+more+bring+home.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150719296215372642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R3sH6QSq02I/AAAAAAAAAcc/HPxOtnNW6yA/s400/sooner+bring+home,+more+bring+home.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-4099933939368786858?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/4099933939368786858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=4099933939368786858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/4099933939368786858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/4099933939368786858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/01/might-have-to-get-this-one.html' title='Might Have to Get This One'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R3sH6QSq02I/AAAAAAAAAcc/HPxOtnNW6yA/s72-c/sooner+bring+home,+more+bring+home.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-1375246026724361481</id><published>2008-01-01T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:37:55.142-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be nice to america or we&apos;ll bring democracy to your country'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bumper sticker'/><title type='text'>True Dat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R3sGxASq01I/AAAAAAAAAcU/B1eyLp-mBVg/s1600-h/be+nice+to+america.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150718037789954898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R3sGxASq01I/AAAAAAAAAcU/B1eyLp-mBVg/s400/be+nice+to+america.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like this bumper sticker, but I think it's too Bush administration specific to bother getting for the car now.&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/7276702571595835570-1375246026724361481?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/1375246026724361481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=1375246026724361481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/1375246026724361481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/1375246026724361481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/01/true-dat.html' title='True Dat!'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R3sGxASq01I/AAAAAAAAAcU/B1eyLp-mBVg/s72-c/be+nice+to+america.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-2449679191963805351</id><published>2008-01-01T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:35:42.763-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survived NYE in Times Square'/><title type='text'>Survived NYE in Times Square</title><content type='html'>Scroll down to see a powerpoint I made with my pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's even better with the music I had set up with it, but I haven't figured out a satisfactory way to keep the powerpoint and music together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the uploaded version has some minor changes due to compression (or something like that).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-2449679191963805351?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/2449679191963805351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=2449679191963805351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/2449679191963805351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/2449679191963805351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2008/01/survived-nye-in-times-square.html' title='Survived NYE in Times Square'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-3552894893371502961</id><published>2007-12-30T14:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T14:17:21.883-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Times Square for New Years Eve'/><title type='text'>NYE in NYC</title><content type='html'>Planning to join the half mil (plus) crazy people in Times Square for New Years Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of it like one would think of a marathon. It's going to be uncomfortable, but it's something that some people feel like trying once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch for pix in '08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a GREAT two-thousand and eight!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-3552894893371502961?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/3552894893371502961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=3552894893371502961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/3552894893371502961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/3552894893371502961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/12/nye-in-nyc.html' title='NYE in NYC'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-8938852554303323942</id><published>2007-12-29T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T17:04:23.435-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feline leukemia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feline FIV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='euthanasia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray cat'/><title type='text'>RIP Gray Cat Stray Cat Trey Cat!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R3bC9QSq00I/AAAAAAAAAcM/-Q4SFID9KCs/s1600-h/gray+cat+cropped.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149517581545820994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R3bC9QSq00I/AAAAAAAAAcM/-Q4SFID9KCs/s320/gray+cat+cropped.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took Gray Cat to the vet today so he could have a look over...and get ready for neutering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vet said she'd test him for Feline FIV and Feline Leukemia. If he tested positive for either of those, then the best thing to do would be to put him to sleep...for his well-being and well-being of other cats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure enough...he tested positive for BOTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awwwww (sniff). They took him away to put him to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they didn't charge me for euthanasia, since he was a stray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was pretty sick. They thought he had broken his ankle area and it was healed/healing...but he walked on that part of his leg or something. And I had never noticed 'bugs' in his fur, but in the light at the vet's office, I could see something. They called it lice (different than human lice) or 'walking dandruff'. And those parasites really only show up on sickly animals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awwwww.&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/7276702571595835570-8938852554303323942?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/8938852554303323942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=8938852554303323942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8938852554303323942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8938852554303323942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/12/rip-gray-cat-stray-cat-trey-cat.html' title='RIP Gray Cat Stray Cat Trey Cat!!!'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R3bC9QSq00I/AAAAAAAAAcM/-Q4SFID9KCs/s72-c/gray+cat+cropped.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-339781134920870371</id><published>2007-12-24T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T11:53:20.430-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mac n cheese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elbow macaroni'/><title type='text'>New Macaroni</title><content type='html'>At grosh today, in the mac n cheese section with Baby Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She picked out her favorites: Scooby-Doo, Shrek, Sponge Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said, "I need the ARM macaronis!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her, probably three times, "WHAT? What kind are you looking for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I figured out she was asking for ELBOW macaroni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-339781134920870371?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/339781134920870371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=339781134920870371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/339781134920870371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/339781134920870371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-macaroni.html' title='New Macaroni'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-5194538129836619907</id><published>2007-12-22T06:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T06:17:46.241-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nachos nuevos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='applebee&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smothered in love'/><title type='text'>Applebee's Nachos</title><content type='html'>Went to Applebee's the other night for a late evening snack. Loved the menu's description of the Nachos Nuevos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't remember it exactly anymore, but it was a one sentence description containing the words 'smothered in love.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. What exactly IS that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-5194538129836619907?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/5194538129836619907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=5194538129836619907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/5194538129836619907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/5194538129836619907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/12/applebees-nachos.html' title='Applebee&apos;s Nachos'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-1572459151400881345</id><published>2007-12-16T13:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T13:15:45.567-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch'/><title type='text'>Nothing like Sunday Boozin'</title><content type='html'>Can my husband please come home from work on Sunday and have two drinks during lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know his line of work, you too may find this quite intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people are leaving their positions at his work on December 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to him, "Gee isn't it great to be a ________right about now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I see/know the more cynical I become about institutions such as these. And I'm pretty cynical to begin with, so this can't be good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss, Baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this sermon from moviechurch.com about cynicism might help put things in perpsective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moviechurch.com/sermon/how-to-keep-cynicism-from-stealing-your-faith"&gt;http://www.moviechurch.com/sermon/how-to-keep-cynicism-from-stealing-your-faith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-1572459151400881345?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/1572459151400881345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=1572459151400881345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/1572459151400881345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/1572459151400881345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/12/nothing-like-sunday-boozin.html' title='Nothing like Sunday Boozin&apos;'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-7222482839734006469</id><published>2007-12-15T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T00:03:31.165-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black light mini golf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arcade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no gifts please'/><title type='text'>Listen Up!</title><content type='html'>Just because you have $250 to blow on your three year-old's birthday party, doesn't mean you should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new three year-old doesn't know HOW to play black light mini-golf or arcade games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't wrapped my head around the suburban Philly notion that EVERY kid must have an elaborate birthday party EVERY year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kid is NOT going to invite her entire class to ANY of the local birthday venues for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, when she turned four this year, she was allowed to invite THREE other children to our house to play. And we requested NO GIFTS PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try THAT on for size, suburban Philly families!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-7222482839734006469?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/7222482839734006469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=7222482839734006469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7222482839734006469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7222482839734006469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/12/listen-up.html' title='Listen Up!'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-8335003939315629377</id><published>2007-12-15T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T15:00:39.866-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stray cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray cat'/><title type='text'>Three cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2Qx7wSq0vI/AAAAAAAAAbg/LAyjJ9Uk-D8/s1600-h/gray+cat+and+rudy+cropped.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144291577009197810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2Qx7wSq0vI/AAAAAAAAAbg/LAyjJ9Uk-D8/s320/gray+cat+and+rudy+cropped.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2Qx8QSq0wI/AAAAAAAAAbo/YPyVGTXKuHI/s1600-h/gray+cat,+rudy,+pad+cropped.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144291585599132418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2Qx8QSq0wI/AAAAAAAAAbo/YPyVGTXKuHI/s320/gray+cat,+rudy,+pad+cropped.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gray Cat discovered a warm spot on our 'bilco' doors. I put the chair near the window so Rudy could see Gray Cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All three cats were enjoying a sunny, warm afternoon (two indoors and warm, one outdoors and not-so-warm).&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/7276702571595835570-8335003939315629377?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/8335003939315629377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=8335003939315629377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8335003939315629377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8335003939315629377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/12/three-cats.html' title='Three cats'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2Qx7wSq0vI/AAAAAAAAAbg/LAyjJ9Uk-D8/s72-c/gray+cat+and+rudy+cropped.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-7982090785351855330</id><published>2007-12-15T13:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T15:30:21.587-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grinch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite christmas cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrooge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo cards'/><title type='text'>Christmas Card Rant!!!!!!!!    **warning, Grinchy-Scrooge alert**</title><content type='html'>Over the years, Kerrfunk and I have become, somewhat, connoisseurs of Christmas cards. Due to his line of work, we receive several cards and we send out around 150 cards ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think so much of Christmas cards, that after each glut of cards is received, we pick out our favorite designs/pictures. Those have been saved for several years and this year (2007) they're being placed into three ring binders so we may flip through and remember the pictures. *see favs of favs a few posts below*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from receiving duplicate cards from one year to the next (we understand that you may not have used all the cards up from last year, so you're using them up this year...okay fine...just remember that we're watching, remembering, and giving you nightmares), we've noticed some other (disturbing) patterns:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The least you can do is to SIGN the card. We were especially amused to receive a card (yesterday, actually) which bore NO signature inside. Nothing, nada, zilch. No letter, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The return address label gave away the name of the culprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a friend suggested, maybe we'll save this blank, brand new card and mail it out ourselves next year (maybe to the person who sent it to us)! If you're in such a rush and cluttered state of mind to even remember to SIGN the card, I think it's more important for you to take a break from Christmas cards this year and rest up for NEXT Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Our next concern involves several issues surrounding those nice 4 x 8 photograph cards of the happy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. One concern is that people have gotten into the habit of simply addressing the envelope and inserting the photo card without including a nice signature or simple 'how-do?' somewhere on the card (front or back, we'd be happy with either). We know you don't want to spend a lot of time on Christmas cards, but at least personalize them a LITTLE bit!?!? Make them your own....not just something that comes straight from snapfish, shutterfly, or wal-mart to the mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We offer some grace here.........we want to at least give kudos to those who HAND address their envelopes before inserting unsigned photo card. Congratulations on putting pen to paper...good show of effort! Next year, let's expand that to include a signature or note on the back of the photograph! We know you can do it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also where it becomes give and take. We like to write little notes on our cards, BUT we computer print our labels and slap them on the envelopes. Guess our priority is in writing a signature or note on the card than hand addressing the envelopes?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Is your NAME printed somewhere on your nice 4 x 8 photo card of the happy family? Although we love the challenge of figuring out WHO this lovely family IS that posed by the old oak tree this summer for their xmas card photo, it'd make things a lot easier for US if you take advantage of the options available at shapfish, shutterfly, or wal-mart and include, at the very least, a surname on your photo card! AND if you even care to include each family members' name, we'll feel like we've received the courtesies of courtesies from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't include a name of some sort on your photo card, at least try to have your name in the return address section of the envelope. The return address always serves as an answer key to this exciting game we play each December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Is the YEAR printed somewhere on your photo card!?!?!? This is the most frequently overlooked item on Christmas cards. We don't mind so much when it's a store-bought illustrated Chrimas card, but when it's your nice happy family posing by the old oak tree, I might like to keep that photo tucked away for future reference. That's when it's helpful to have the year printed somewhere on the photo card. I usually end up jotting the year on the backs of several photo cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year is also helpful on your family newsletters. In case we keep the newsletters for future reference, I usually make certain there's a date on the newsletter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line...think back to grade school....make sure your name is on your paper!!! And a date is helpful, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make your cards your own and we'll feel even more love spilling from that envelope when we open it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. We don't mean to sound ungrateful for the energy and effort you put into sending us your lovely Christmas cards each year. On the contrary, we enjoy perusing the cards very much...to the point of keeping the especially beautiful ones in a collection. And we ALWAYS keep the photo cards...no question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just felt the need to rant about patterns we notice in people....that ever-amusing species, whose antics are always worth the price of admission to this show we call life. Although I might be keeping my receipt for the money-back guarantee :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you want a professional critique of your Christmas cards without the professional fee, feel free to consult us first!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-7982090785351855330?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/7982090785351855330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=7982090785351855330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7982090785351855330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7982090785351855330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-card-rant-warning-grinchy.html' title='Christmas Card Rant!!!!!!!!    **warning, Grinchy-Scrooge alert**'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-7217543506553002057</id><published>2007-12-15T13:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T13:45:09.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no snow'/><title type='text'>Winter in Southeastern PA</title><content type='html'>Baby Girl and I rode bikes this morning. Not a sign of precipitation ANYWHERE. The ice/rain we got earlier in the week has dried up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to attach photos of Baby Girl riding her bike and of me petting stray cat gray cat, but my picture card has had enough, I guess. Neither the computer nor the camera can recognize it anymore and the pix from this morning were on there. Time for a new camera picture card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat your heart out snowy mid-westerners!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-7217543506553002057?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/7217543506553002057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=7217543506553002057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7217543506553002057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7217543506553002057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/12/winter-in-southeastern-pa.html' title='Winter in Southeastern PA'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-7640169572427171998</id><published>2007-12-12T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T19:44:13.215-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite christmas cards'/><title type='text'>Favorite of the favorites Batch 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2B_9ECHkqI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Uk8C2cGm9KY/s1600-h/xmas+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143251461488480930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2B_9ECHkqI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Uk8C2cGm9KY/s320/xmas+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2B_9UCHkrI/AAAAAAAAAbA/abH8s0gg4UQ/s1600-h/xmas+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143251465783448242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2B_9UCHkrI/AAAAAAAAAbA/abH8s0gg4UQ/s320/xmas+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2B_9kCHksI/AAAAAAAAAbI/HJq4jHe6pw4/s1600-h/xmas+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143251470078415554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2B_9kCHksI/AAAAAAAAAbI/HJq4jHe6pw4/s320/xmas+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2B_9kCHktI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/AsWqDdUVo2o/s1600-h/xmas+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143251470078415570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2B_9kCHktI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/AsWqDdUVo2o/s320/xmas+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2B_90CHkuI/AAAAAAAAAbY/zd69CwzcToQ/s1600-h/xmas+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143251474373382882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2B_90CHkuI/AAAAAAAAAbY/zd69CwzcToQ/s320/xmas+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-7640169572427171998?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/7640169572427171998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=7640169572427171998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7640169572427171998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7640169572427171998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/12/favorite-of-favorites-batch-1.html' title='Favorite of the favorites Batch 1'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2B_9ECHkqI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Uk8C2cGm9KY/s72-c/xmas+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-8795547054238023966</id><published>2007-12-12T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T19:40:53.335-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite christmas cards'/><title type='text'>Favorites of the favorites Batch #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2B-u0CHklI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JqonCy9oTmA/s1600-h/xmas+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143250117163717202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2B-u0CHklI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JqonCy9oTmA/s320/xmas+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2B-u0CHkmI/AAAAAAAAAaY/CKxSdSd-B2U/s1600-h/xmas+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143250117163717218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2B-u0CHkmI/AAAAAAAAAaY/CKxSdSd-B2U/s320/xmas+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2B-vECHknI/AAAAAAAAAag/r9Ydx9KysNk/s1600-h/xmas+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143250121458684530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2B-vECHknI/AAAAAAAAAag/r9Ydx9KysNk/s320/xmas+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2B-vUCHkoI/AAAAAAAAAao/St-HDo4U7u4/s1600-h/xmas+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143250125753651842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2B-vUCHkoI/AAAAAAAAAao/St-HDo4U7u4/s320/xmas+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2B-vUCHkpI/AAAAAAAAAaw/QOF-bSBL6os/s1600-h/xmas+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143250125753651858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2B-vUCHkpI/AAAAAAAAAaw/QOF-bSBL6os/s320/xmas+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-8795547054238023966?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/8795547054238023966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=8795547054238023966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8795547054238023966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8795547054238023966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/12/favorites-of-favorites-batch-2.html' title='Favorites of the favorites Batch #2'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R2B-u0CHklI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JqonCy9oTmA/s72-c/xmas+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-1044228871671338726</id><published>2007-12-08T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T22:12:08.818-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tastykake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortune cookie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biscuit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muffin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcake'/><title type='text'>Nice Cake</title><content type='html'>We had neighbors over for chinese food tonight. One of the fortunes from our fortune cookies read (no lie) "A nice cake is waiting for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had fun adding the obiligatory "in bed" at the end, which allowed the fortune to make a little more sense :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One friend preferred the 'nice cake' to be a biscuit....i liked it being a muffin....and we thought it could be a cupcake or TastyKake, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you make of this fortune? What EXACTLY is a 'nice cake'? And how would one know when they are 'experiencing' a 'nice cake'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not done yet....we were also wondering if asian people even EAT cake? or cheese?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-1044228871671338726?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/1044228871671338726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=1044228871671338726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/1044228871671338726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/1044228871671338726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/12/nice-cake.html' title='Nice Cake'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-8653519149370317217</id><published>2007-12-07T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T22:11:18.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mac n cheese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boarding school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parent pleasing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good behavior'/><title type='text'>Banner Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was one of the best days we've experienced with Baby Girl, as far as behavior goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at a restaurant for lunch and she sat very well, ate all her mac n cheese, colored on her kids menu, and was generally very pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She helped pick up toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put on jammies without me asking her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Kerrfunk that we musta been doing SOMETHING right the past 4 years! Or, we just happened to have a day when we were ALL on the same wavelength, which only happens as often as solar eclipses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we're approaching the 'parent-pleasing' years (ages 5-12ish)....then we go back to the fight for independence we experience from ages 2-4. But next time round....she'll be a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the number for that boarding school again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-8653519149370317217?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/8653519149370317217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=8653519149370317217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8653519149370317217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8653519149370317217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/12/banner-day.html' title='Banner Day'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-7983598903217600214</id><published>2007-12-07T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T21:03:47.063-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookie blister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate vein'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kerrfunk has an uncanny knack of defiling some of my favorite foods...simply with the descriptive words he uses for the foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at the VEIN of chocolate in that ice cream!" (okay, never never use the words vein and chocolate in the same sentence again, please!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most recently....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna eat the blister off of that cookie." (WHAT??? he's referring to an extra bit of dough attached to the cookie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely you can understand my disgust!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-7983598903217600214?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/7983598903217600214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=7983598903217600214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7983598903217600214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7983598903217600214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/12/kerrfunk-has-uncanny-knack-of-defiling.html' title=''/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-2927375899234390477</id><published>2007-12-04T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T20:01:02.167-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hole somewhere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mermaids'/><title type='text'>Huh.</title><content type='html'>Baby Girl had a good question tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me how mermaids go to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guessed that they must go potty like fish. There must be a hole somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'oh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-2927375899234390477?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/2927375899234390477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=2927375899234390477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/2927375899234390477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/2927375899234390477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/12/huh.html' title='Huh.'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-6171438650611344856</id><published>2007-12-01T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T19:10:33.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1970s Rofo Reference</title><content type='html'>Click this link for the reference to Rofo being, essentially, stuck in the 70s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cbs3.com/video/?id=49025@kyw.dayport.com"&gt;http://cbs3.com/video/?id=49025@kyw.dayport.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-6171438650611344856?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/6171438650611344856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=6171438650611344856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/6171438650611344856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/6171438650611344856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/12/1970s-rofo-reference.html' title='1970s Rofo Reference'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-752508297457259929</id><published>2007-12-01T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T23:46:31.906-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage Christmas decorations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rofo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1970s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovely Bones'/><title type='text'>Big-time Hollywood in current day 1970s Rofo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R1H1-kCHkgI/AAAAAAAAAZo/bH8AMwI7kpk/s1600-R/rofo+movie+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139159104979702274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R1H1-kCHkgI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ULlJUayDty0/s320/rofo+movie+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R1H1_ECHkhI/AAAAAAAAAZw/u35rr6nXmQ4/s1600-R/rofo+movie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139159113569636882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R1H1_ECHkhI/AAAAAAAAAZw/5c_R2cRZREA/s320/rofo+movie+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, filming has been taking place in Rofo for &lt;em&gt;Lovely Bones&lt;/em&gt; starring Mark Wahlberg. It's due for release in Spring 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see evidence of filming with the blue Genie lifts...and mega-watt lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the Christmas decorations are part of the movie, too. If you look closely at the photo, you can see the candle decoration (on right side of photo) and the star/bell garland strung across the street. These are VINTAGE decorations brought in for the movie. They've all been removed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff like this doesn't happen much in IOWA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R1H1_ECHkiI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/c0nlAv5lUaw/s1600-R/rofo+movie+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139159113569636898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R1H1_ECHkiI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Jbrtdhfolz8/s320/rofo+movie+3.jpg" 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/7276702571595835570-752508297457259929?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/752508297457259929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=752508297457259929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/752508297457259929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/752508297457259929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/12/big-time-hollywood-in-1970s-rofo.html' title='Big-time Hollywood in current day 1970s Rofo'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R1H1-kCHkgI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ULlJUayDty0/s72-c/rofo+movie+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-7261853244532138517</id><published>2007-12-01T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T19:00:35.473-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='middle finger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Band-Aid'/><title type='text'>She's turning into a New Yorker...or IS she?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R1H1OECHkeI/AAAAAAAAAZY/eccGWLqhsas/s1600-R/new+york+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139158271756046818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R1H1OECHkeI/AAAAAAAAAZY/pTmLOl_YWlU/s320/new+york+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Took Baby Girl to New York the other day and she fit right in. Notice her gesture in the pictures below!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R1H1OUCHkfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/8GyODaNE-Jk/s1600-R/new+york+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139158276051014130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R1H1OUCHkfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/RG36GpLbmBE/s320/new+york+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually she cut her finger and wanted a Band-Aid. But we thought it was funny!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-7261853244532138517?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/7261853244532138517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=7261853244532138517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7261853244532138517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7261853244532138517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/12/shes-turning-into-new-yorkeror-is-she.html' title='She&apos;s turning into a New Yorker...or IS she?'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/R1H1OECHkeI/AAAAAAAAAZY/pTmLOl_YWlU/s72-c/new+york+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-8600316579225287139</id><published>2007-11-22T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:24:12.152-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2007</title><content type='html'>Baby Girl swung on her swing by herself today. She pumped and everything! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stray cat Gray Cat let me pet him for awhile today. Aaawwwww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-8600316579225287139?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/8600316579225287139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=8600316579225287139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8600316579225287139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8600316579225287139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-2007.html' title='Thanksgiving 2007'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-7090428425028517105</id><published>2007-11-21T06:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T07:00:29.707-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds and the bees'/><title type='text'>The Talk....already?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Baby Girl was looking through an old photo album that contains pictures of my growing belly as she was developing in-utero. Baby Girl said, "Mommy!! I want you to eat a LOT so that I can have a baby sister!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gulped and said, "Hmm. Well, that's not exactly how we get babies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course she had to ask, "How do we get babies then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said something about how Mommy and Daddy get together and then a baby grows in the uterus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girl didn't miss a beat when she said, "I'm going to have a husband and I'm going to be at home EVERYDAY until I have a baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Guess this will be happening AFTER her gig at Disney?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-7090428425028517105?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/7090428425028517105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=7090428425028517105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7090428425028517105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7090428425028517105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/11/talkalready.html' title='The Talk....already?!?!?!'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-1690513703772084743</id><published>2007-11-14T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T21:24:18.525-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nancy Grace babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not going to church'/><title type='text'>Why I Don't Go To Church :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RzutmgE9SNI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/UTSKFSnwanM/s1600-h/nancy+grace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132887077276174546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RzutmgE9SNI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/UTSKFSnwanM/s320/nancy+grace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy Grace, who gave birth to twins earlier this month, has been hospitalized with blood clots in her lungs, a complication of her recent pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 48-year-old Headline News talk anchor sought treatment Sunday after she experienced discomfort and began having trouble breathing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;while on her way to church....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe it's not a good idea to have babies at age 48?!?!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-1690513703772084743?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/1690513703772084743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=1690513703772084743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/1690513703772084743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/1690513703772084743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-i-dont-go-to-church.html' title='Why I Don&apos;t Go To Church :-)'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RzutmgE9SNI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/UTSKFSnwanM/s72-c/nancy+grace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-1214483687947287704</id><published>2007-11-13T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:38:14.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work at Disney World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>See you at Disney</title><content type='html'>Baby Girl stated matterly-o-factly last night that she'll miss me when she lives in Florida and works at Disney World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very amibitious 4.5 yr. old we have!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-1214483687947287704?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/1214483687947287704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=1214483687947287704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/1214483687947287704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/1214483687947287704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/11/see-you-at-disney.html' title='See you at Disney'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-9154867244092859162</id><published>2007-11-01T12:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T12:46:45.219-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grimace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taco Bell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McDonald&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KFC'/><title type='text'>Here Comes Grimace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RyoCRISrUdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/B0_AuIdDjkU/s1600-h/Grimace1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127913619021582802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RyoCRISrUdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/B0_AuIdDjkU/s320/Grimace1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stopped in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; parking lot to get a picture of the Grimace mural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then ate lunch at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taco Bell/KFC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While eating, an employee from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dunkin' Donuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; brought donuts in for the TBKFC workers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun stuff!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-9154867244092859162?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/9154867244092859162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=9154867244092859162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/9154867244092859162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/9154867244092859162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/11/here-comes-grimace.html' title='Here Comes Grimace'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RyoCRISrUdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/B0_AuIdDjkU/s72-c/Grimace1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-6393486121728412255</id><published>2007-11-01T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T12:43:15.133-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat in bag'/><title type='text'>Cat in the Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RyoA-4SrUbI/AAAAAAAAAY4/UhUift6O4bQ/s1600-h/Rudy+in+bag1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127912205977342386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RyoA-4SrUbI/AAAAAAAAAY4/UhUift6O4bQ/s320/Rudy+in+bag1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RyoA_YSrUcI/AAAAAAAAAZA/pe4xPxA8tZw/s1600-h/Rudy+in+bag+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127912214567276994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RyoA_YSrUcI/AAAAAAAAAZA/pe4xPxA8tZw/s320/Rudy+in+bag+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Came home from shopping for clothing for Baby Girl and lookit what we found in our bag!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess we'll keep him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-6393486121728412255?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/6393486121728412255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=6393486121728412255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/6393486121728412255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/6393486121728412255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/11/cat-in-bag.html' title='Cat in the Bag'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RyoA-4SrUbI/AAAAAAAAAY4/UhUift6O4bQ/s72-c/Rudy+in+bag1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-6703745244201713470</id><published>2007-10-27T09:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T19:16:46.054-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PA Dutch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoo-fly pie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wet bottom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whoopie pie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dry bottom'/><title type='text'>Wet Bottom or Dry?</title><content type='html'>Who knew that Shoo-fly Pie comes in a wet variety and dry?? Guess those PA Dutch do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still never had shoo-fly pie &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; whoopie pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the bottom of this blog for other PA-isms compared to the mid-west.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-6703745244201713470?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/6703745244201713470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=6703745244201713470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/6703745244201713470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/6703745244201713470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/10/wet-bottom-or-dry.html' title='Wet Bottom or Dry?'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-68979801061608372</id><published>2007-10-26T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T16:19:16.979-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AJ Jacobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Year of Living Biblically'/><title type='text'>What I'm Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RyKpZYSrUaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/EBfgyjsZn0g/s1600-h/year+of+living+biblically+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125845579383656866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RyKpZYSrUaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/EBfgyjsZn0g/s320/year+of+living+biblically+book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So far, so good. Better he than me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertaining read. Humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ajjacobs.com/books/yolb.asp"&gt;http://www.ajjacobs.com/books/yolb.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-68979801061608372?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/68979801061608372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=68979801061608372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/68979801061608372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/68979801061608372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-im-reading.html' title='What I&apos;m Reading'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RyKpZYSrUaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/EBfgyjsZn0g/s72-c/year+of+living+biblically+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-8471033101650308422</id><published>2007-10-17T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T22:47:16.203-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfect world by jason love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny times'/><title type='text'>In a Perfect World....by Jason Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;pug dogs would have a reasonable amount of skin on their face.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boot would rhyme with foot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we'd get paid for the time we spend preparing for, commuting to, talking about, and unwinding from work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;radio stations would keep their contest money and play some bloody music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;all of a woman's issues could be fixed with WD-40 and duct tape.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;answering machines would come with a get-to-the-point button.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;breeding laws would limit couples to one chile per 75 IQ points.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;atheletes would retire only &lt;em&gt;once.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no man, including the husband, would ever be invited to a baby shower.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;traffic lights would change when we honk at them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OJ Simpson would have married Lorena Bobbitt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;priests who hear confessions would get paid the same as shrinks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;every driver would understand the Merge Concept.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;out TV's brightness control would turn up the intelligence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if an officer has to tackle the suspect to make an arrest, the officer would be entitled to three free punches.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when people graduate high school, they'd also graduate high school mentality.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the game of 'peekaboo' would have an official end.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;decaf coffee would come in a different color.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;political speech writers would deliver the speeches.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;freeways would grow at the same rate as the population.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;all movies would be formatted to fit your screen without apology or explanation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when a woman gets a permanent, that's it--no changing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lawyers would speak a language that humans understand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walkie-talkie cell phones would exist only in hell, where they were invented.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sick days would include when you're sick of work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when teams lose on Fan Appreciation Day, spectators would get their money back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;naming your son Sandy would qualify as child abuse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;weight gain would be caused not by food but by some undelicious thing like televangelism.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the Meyers would get together with the Myers and settle the spelling once and for all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a man and woman would never know which one will end up pregnant.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;football games would never end on a field goal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we could surgically remove that part of our brain that plays the same snippet of music over and over and over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;everyone would die on their one-hundredth birthday while having sex.&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/7276702571595835570-8471033101650308422?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/8471033101650308422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=8471033101650308422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8471033101650308422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8471033101650308422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-perfect-worldby-jason-love.html' title='In a Perfect World....by Jason Love'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-5155407327440409785</id><published>2007-10-08T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T19:21:22.337-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkin in bed'/><title type='text'>Pumpkin in Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/Rwq7S3xieRI/AAAAAAAAAYo/YOtZkfdZ8bc/s1600-h/pumpkin+in+bed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119109859343759634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/Rwq7S3xieRI/AAAAAAAAAYo/YOtZkfdZ8bc/s400/pumpkin+in+bed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Someone REEELLLLLYYYYY likes her pumpkin.&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/7276702571595835570-5155407327440409785?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/5155407327440409785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=5155407327440409785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/5155407327440409785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/5155407327440409785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/10/pumpkin-in-bed.html' title='Pumpkin in Bed'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/Rwq7S3xieRI/AAAAAAAAAYo/YOtZkfdZ8bc/s72-c/pumpkin+in+bed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-2960450734251197266</id><published>2007-10-04T17:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T18:20:15.040-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thievery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stealing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cokesbury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rings'/><title type='text'>Another Milestone</title><content type='html'>Baby Girl reached another childhood milestone today at the age of 4 1/2. You know the one. It's not one people usually brag about, but adults can usually recall reaching this milestone themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girl thieved some children's rings (two, to be exact) from a store today. And not just ANY store. It was the United Methodist bookstore called Cokesbury.....a christian store. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had been admiring the rings at the back of the store and we looked at them together. Later, when we were in a different area of the store, a worker came over and said, "If it's okay with your mommy and daddy, you may have this ring." It happened to be one of the rings she had been admiring. How nice for Baby Girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home, watched &lt;em&gt;Wizard of Oz&lt;/em&gt;, I awoke from my nap, and Baby Girl excitedly showed me her THREE rings! I knew immediately what she had done, but needed to check with Kerrfunk to confirm the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrfunk and I agreed that we needed to discuss this with Baby Girl and return the rings ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked Baby Girl to show us her rings. I asked which one was given to her by the worker and she showed me. Then I asked where she got the other two rings. She said that she took them herself. We explained to her that we were sad about that and needed to return the rings since we didn't pay for them. And she was going to have to return ALL THREE rings. Baby Girl immediately felt the consequences of her actions internally. She became sullen, embarrassed, and ashamed. She didn't want to go back to the store. Kerrfunk points out the power held within those emotions. He says, "If only we could bottle what she's feeling right now." His thinking is that by offering people a preview (of sorts) of those emotions, it might prevent people from committing acts which bring about those emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the store and found the worker who had interacted with us before. Baby Girl was quiet, so I explained the situation. The worker said she understood and that her own son had done that as a child and again as a grown up (teenager) and he had to visit jail for it. The worker reiterated what we had talked about with Baby Girl....that we don't want her getting into trouble when she's older. The worker also understood the thinking of Baby Girl by telling her that if she had wanted a different color, she could have traded the original ring for a different color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When out shopping with Baby Girl in the past, I have discussed the importance of always paying for what we want. That we always buy our things, otherwise we could get in trouble. This concept is not foreign to her. But the gray area surrounding the incident can be found when the worker offered the ring to Baby Girl. What I'm not sure of is if Baby Girl had stuck the other two rings in her pocket BEFORE or AFTER the offer of the ring. Hmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I never did this as a kid. NO WAY!!! Kerrfunk said he remembers a couple incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this will be the last time for Baby Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worker was very gracious. She told Baby Girl that we can come back another time (when Mommy and Daddy are ready) and essentially have a do-over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-2960450734251197266?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/2960450734251197266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=2960450734251197266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/2960450734251197266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/2960450734251197266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-milestone.html' title='Another Milestone'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-8534508886033295122</id><published>2007-10-01T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T06:56:24.562-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irish twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding hands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brit&apos;s boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='britney spears custody battle'/><title type='text'>Brit's Boys     so tender at such a young age</title><content type='html'>We give comfort and receive comfort. Sometimes at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RwHCcIo4qlI/AAAAAAAAAYg/XZbXcRjmKUY/s1600-h/brit"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116584440280689234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RwHCcIo4qlI/AAAAAAAAAYg/XZbXcRjmKUY/s400/brit%27s+boys.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaawwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture says a lot to me. And also leaves me with questions--like, is that a look of terror in their eyes? or glee? Tough call, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the looks of it, at the very least they'll always have each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless mother-Brit. Lord knows I couldn't sanely raise Irish twins either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those sweet brothers will be good for each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-8534508886033295122?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/8534508886033295122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=8534508886033295122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8534508886033295122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8534508886033295122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/10/brits-boys.html' title='Brit&apos;s Boys     so tender at such a young age'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RwHCcIo4qlI/AAAAAAAAAYg/XZbXcRjmKUY/s72-c/brit%27s+boys.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-8085079712827447756</id><published>2007-09-30T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T18:23:14.420-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victoria&apos;s Secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mattress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='box spring'/><title type='text'>Christmas on Last Day of September!</title><content type='html'>Bought two new bras for myself today at Victoria's Secret. Been awhile since I've purchased from that store. Good quality bras and you certainly PAY for it, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two bras = $96.00 total&lt;br /&gt;that's $48/bra&lt;br /&gt;or $24.00/boob/bra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta start keeping up with inflation. It seems like everything is more expensive than it used to be....which shouldn't be a surprise. But I guess I'm feeling like a typical middle-classer latley, who feels like the family just can't get ahead. Like, we used to be able to afford more things for our money. Ho-hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also purchased a new mattress and box spring this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Kerrfunk and I aren't sure if the new bras are an early Christmas present for him or me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted the new mattress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-8085079712827447756?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/8085079712827447756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=8085079712827447756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8085079712827447756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8085079712827447756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/09/christmas-on-last-day-of-september.html' title='Christmas on Last Day of September!'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-2077603744071628811</id><published>2007-09-22T22:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T20:47:38.505-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stray cat strict unbending rules for stray cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray cat'/><title type='text'>Gray Cat</title><content type='html'>Gray cat, stray cat, has been living amongst our shrubbery since we moved here over one year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her (dunno if she's a she or a he) pretty close up one hot day this summer while I was&lt;br /&gt;trying to retrieve our indoor cat who had escaped and was hiding in the shrubs with her.&lt;br /&gt;Gray Cat didn't look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I set out a Frisbee of water for her. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RvXOj4o4qkI/AAAAAAAAAYY/WQypu6zLwk4/s1600-h/Gray+Cat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113220067843680834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="364" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RvXOj4o4qkI/AAAAAAAAAYY/WQypu6zLwk4/s400/Gray+Cat.JPG" width="438" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She now gets a scoop of cat food with milk in one Frisbee and a fresh supply of water in the other Frisbee. She seems pretty comfortable under the bushes, but she also discovered a nice hiding spot under the slide of our swingset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it got cold here a few weeks ago I set a towel in that spot to warm the ground a bit for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never paid much attention to Gray Cat in all the months we've lived here, mostly because she runs if we try to approach her. But I always noticed when she was around, which was fairly consistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure, why not make her stay a little more comfortable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw roadkill in the street the other morning-was worried it might have been Gray Cat until further inspection showed that it was a squirrel. WHEW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we've made it to number three of the following list of rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strict, Unbending Rules For Dealing With Stray Cats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stray cats will not be fed.&lt;br /&gt;2. Stray cats will not be fed anything except dry cat food.&lt;br /&gt;3. Stray cats will not be fed anything except dry cat food moistened with a little milk.&lt;br /&gt;4. Stray cats will not be fed anything except dry cat food moistened with warm milk, yummy treats and leftover fish scraps.&lt;br /&gt;5. Stray cats will not be encouraged to make this house their permanent residence.&lt;br /&gt;6. Stray cats will not be petted, played with or picked up and cuddled unneccessarily.&lt;br /&gt;7. Stray cats that are petted, played with, picked up and cuddled will absolutely not be given a name.&lt;br /&gt;8. Stray cats with or without a name will not be allowed inside the house at any time.&lt;br /&gt;9. Stray cats will not be allowed inside the house except at certain times.&lt;br /&gt;10. Stray cats will not be allowed inside the house except on days ending in y.&lt;br /&gt;11. Stray cats allowed inside will not be permitted to jump up on or sharpen their claws on the furniture.&lt;br /&gt;12. Sray cats will not be permitted to jump up on, or sharpen claws on the really good furniture. 13. Stray cats will be permitted on all furniture but must sharpen claws on new $114.99 sisal-rope cat-scratching post with three perches.&lt;br /&gt;14. Stray cats will answer the call of nature outdoors in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;15. Stray cats will answer the call of nature in the three-piece, high-impact plastic tray filled with Fresh n Sweet kitty litter.&lt;br /&gt;16. Stray cats will answer the call of nature in the hooded litter pan with a three-panel privacy screen and plenty of head room.&lt;br /&gt;17. Stray cats will sleep outside.&lt;br /&gt;18. Stray cats will sleep in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;19. Stray cats will sleep in the house.&lt;br /&gt;20. Stray cats will sleep in a cardboard box lined with an old blanket.&lt;br /&gt;21. Stray cats will sleep in the special Kitty-Komfort-Bed with non-allergenic lambs wool pillow. 22. Stray cats will not be allowed to sleep in our bed.&lt;br /&gt;23. Stray cats will not be allowed to sleep in our bed, except at the foot.&lt;br /&gt;24. Stray cats will not be allowed to sleep in our bed under the covers.&lt;br /&gt;25. Stray cats will not be allowed to sleep in our bed under the covers except at the foot.&lt;br /&gt;26. Stray cats will not play on the desk.&lt;br /&gt;27. Stray cats will not play on the desk near the computer.&lt;br /&gt;28. Stray cats are forbidden to walk on the computer keyboard on the desk when the human is asdfjjhhkl;ljfd.;oier puyykmm4hbdm9lo9jmdskdm,. USING IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-2077603744071628811?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/2077603744071628811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=2077603744071628811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/2077603744071628811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/2077603744071628811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/09/gray-cat.html' title='Gray Cat'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RvXOj4o4qkI/AAAAAAAAAYY/WQypu6zLwk4/s72-c/Gray+Cat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-2567816256302678403</id><published>2007-09-22T22:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T22:24:43.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin towers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone booth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superman II'/><title type='text'>Speaking of Phone Booths</title><content type='html'>Love this movie box because of the twin towers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RvXOFIo4qjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/l_QqRT6HiYQ/s1600-h/superman+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113219539562703410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RvXOFIo4qjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/l_QqRT6HiYQ/s400/superman+II.jpg" 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/7276702571595835570-2567816256302678403?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/2567816256302678403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=2567816256302678403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/2567816256302678403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/2567816256302678403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/09/speaking-of-phone-booths.html' title='Speaking of Phone Booths'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RvXOFIo4qjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/l_QqRT6HiYQ/s72-c/superman+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-216812562786346155</id><published>2007-09-22T22:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T22:22:08.727-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone booth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch spot'/><title type='text'>Phone Booth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The last existing phone booth in the world is near one of our favorite lu&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RvXNPoo4qhI/AAAAAAAAAYA/3t-zvow_cmA/s1600-h/phone+booth+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113218620439702034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RvXNPoo4qhI/AAAAAAAAAYA/3t-zvow_cmA/s320/phone+booth+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nch spots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RvXNPoo4qiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/wBhXYPGM_5c/s1600-h/phone+booth+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113218620439702050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RvXNPoo4qiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/wBhXYPGM_5c/s320/phone+booth+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RvXNPYo4qgI/AAAAAAAAAX4/QEmq73LB-ns/s1600-h/phone+booth+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113218616144734722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RvXNPYo4qgI/AAAAAAAAAX4/QEmq73LB-ns/s320/phone+booth+1.JPG" 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/7276702571595835570-216812562786346155?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/216812562786346155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=216812562786346155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/216812562786346155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/216812562786346155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/09/phone-booth.html' title='Phone Booth'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RvXNPoo4qhI/AAAAAAAAAYA/3t-zvow_cmA/s72-c/phone+booth+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-8777128384200965180</id><published>2007-09-22T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T22:12:34.512-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old pipe cleaners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colored chalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white chalk'/><title type='text'>Oldie Goodies</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, the things you find when cleaning out the church craft closet.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RvXK_Yo4qcI/AAAAAAAAAXY/yd-7Dl17LNA/s1600-h/Old+Pipe+Cleaner+Uses+Brochure+inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113216142243572162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RvXK_Yo4qcI/AAAAAAAAAXY/yd-7Dl17LNA/s400/Old+Pipe+Cleaner+Uses+Brochure+inside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pipe Cleaner Uses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RvXK_Io4qbI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/vL1JdRAwdB0/s1600-h/Old+Pipe+Cleaner+Uses+Brochure+Outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113216137948604850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RvXK_Io4qbI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/vL1JdRAwdB0/s400/Old+Pipe+Cleaner+Uses+Brochure+Outside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RvXK_oo4qdI/AAAAAAAAAXg/yB4qqb7jr6I/s1600-h/Old+Crayola+White+Chalk+Box+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113216146538539474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RvXK_oo4qdI/AAAAAAAAAXg/yB4qqb7jr6I/s400/Old+Crayola+White+Chalk+Box+front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RvXK_4o4qeI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jdqEsc_eVuk/s1600-h/Old+Crayola+White+Chalk+Box+back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113216150833506786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RvXK_4o4qeI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jdqEsc_eVuk/s400/Old+Crayola+White+Chalk+Box+back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RvXK_4o4qfI/AAAAAAAAAXw/9c3MOHAvEl0/s1600-h/Old+Crayola+Colored+Chalk+Box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113216150833506802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RvXK_4o4qfI/AAAAAAAAAXw/9c3MOHAvEl0/s400/Old+Crayola+Colored+Chalk+Box.jpg" 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/7276702571595835570-8777128384200965180?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/8777128384200965180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=8777128384200965180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8777128384200965180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8777128384200965180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/09/oldie-goodies.html' title='Oldie Goodies'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RvXK_Yo4qcI/AAAAAAAAAXY/yd-7Dl17LNA/s72-c/Old+Pipe+Cleaner+Uses+Brochure+inside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-3546421808514632453</id><published>2007-09-16T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T20:04:49.317-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-checkout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grocery store'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='express lane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little victory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='15 items'/><title type='text'>Bringing You Down With Me</title><content type='html'>You know those mean, nasty people who use the express checkout lane at the grocery store to buy their $90 worth of groceries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm embarrassed to say that I've now joined the ranks among them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to do when you're at the grosh on a Sunday evening &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and 1. Sundays aren't the high point of your week   2. grocery shopping isn't the highlight of your anything  3.  you have to go grocery shopping this time to pick up those things from the list that your husband just can't pick out for you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and you spy that lane with the smallest line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly had no clue (which, if you know me, isn't hard to fathom) until the checkout girl nicely said, "Next time you should only have 15 items or less for the express lane."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which I stammered, "OMG! I didn't even &lt;em&gt;THINK&lt;/em&gt; about it or realize I came into this lane! I'm so sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; replied, "The express lane is usually the first one...after the self-checkouts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, DUH!!! I know that......but, but, but I was focused on a short line :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a good point in this experience, however, which was being able to get out of the house without 4 yr-old in tow for about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That, in itself, is a little victory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-3546421808514632453?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/3546421808514632453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=3546421808514632453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/3546421808514632453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/3546421808514632453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/09/bringing-you-down-with-me.html' title='Bringing You Down With Me'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-7266426780713248030</id><published>2007-09-07T09:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T09:14:03.152-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how are you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhetorical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='offended'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fine'/><title type='text'>Wake Up Call</title><content type='html'>Every once in awhile this topic comes up in conversation or in a church sermon. The topic is that of how, &lt;em&gt;"How are you?"&lt;/em&gt; is asked in a rushed way with the asker not really waiting for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My take on this is that &lt;em&gt;"How are you?"&lt;/em&gt; is a meant to be taken as simply a greeting. Nothing more, nothing less. The asker probably ISN'T expecting a long drawn out response. The responder shouldn't be expecting to provide a long response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get over yourself, don't be offended if the asker keeps walking, and just take it as a greeting, like "hello".  A simple "fine" response is really what both parties in the exchange are expecting/used to. Save the in-depth dialogue for a time when you're not passing each other in the hallway, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The asker isn't REALLY asking "how are you?" It's actually kinda a rhetorical question. No offense should be taken if a person doesn't stop to find out how you REALLY are every morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-7266426780713248030?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/7266426780713248030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=7266426780713248030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7266426780713248030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7266426780713248030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/09/wake-up-call.html' title='Wake Up Call'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-612934654026729445</id><published>2007-08-26T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T15:28:58.655-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen J. Roberts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult ed courses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medieval tavern brawling for men'/><title type='text'>Medieval Tavern Brawling for Men....NEW!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's that time of year again! We received our Owen J. Roberts Adult Ed course list in the mail this week. You'll remember this from earlier in the year because of the &lt;/em&gt;Goatmilk Soap Making Parts I &amp; II &lt;em&gt;courses offered during the Spring session&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (see post from February 2, 2007).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good News! Those courses were SUCH a smashing success that they're being offered &lt;/em&gt;again&lt;em&gt; for the Fall session, along with this other gem-of-an-adult-ed-class....be sure to register now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4WF020 MEDIEVAL TAVERN BRAWLING FOR MEN NEW&lt;br /&gt;8 WEEKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off Campus Spring City&lt;br /&gt;Sat 4:30PM to 5:30PM&lt;br /&gt;Sept 22, 29; Oct 6, 13, 20, 27; Nov 3, 10 $90.00&lt;br /&gt;Dave Dickey, Live Steel Fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medieval taverns were a special part of social life for men. The tavern was a&lt;br /&gt;gathering place to exchange ideas, meet friends, discuss politics, drink and of&lt;br /&gt;course there was the tavern brawl. Weapons of the day are explored as well as&lt;br /&gt;unarmed fighting and discussions on the types of liquor that was consumed&lt;br /&gt;then. If you are a man who likes a good bar and would like to learn some cool&lt;br /&gt;medieval fight moves, this class is for you! Must be 21 years of age or older.&lt;br /&gt;Dress comfortable. Bring towel and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just wondering what the towel is for??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in case you want to register or are questioning the validity of this course click &lt;a href="http://www.ojrsd.com/community/index.asp?page=702"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and scroll down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-612934654026729445?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/612934654026729445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=612934654026729445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/612934654026729445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/612934654026729445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/08/medieval-tavern-brawling-for-mennew.html' title='Medieval Tavern Brawling for Men....NEW!!!'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-2194821768984705876</id><published>2007-08-25T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T22:01:30.419-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Princesses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coloring'/><title type='text'>Lots of Colorings &amp; TAPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RtDdUXyhPqI/AAAAAAAAAWg/CtQw5imbLx0/s1600-h/taped+up+colorings.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102821719863803554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RtDdUXyhPqI/AAAAAAAAAWg/CtQw5imbLx0/s400/taped+up+colorings.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girl is being very artistic lately. She's been enjoying coloring princesses and fairies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she MUST hang them on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently with LOTS of tape.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RtDdUnyhPrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/AXm7WW6PYJo/s1600-h/taped+up+coloring.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102821724158770866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RtDdUnyhPrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/AXm7WW6PYJo/s400/taped+up+coloring.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this one's secure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-2194821768984705876?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/2194821768984705876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=2194821768984705876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/2194821768984705876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/2194821768984705876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/08/lots-of-colorings-tape.html' title='Lots of Colorings &amp; TAPE'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RtDdUXyhPqI/AAAAAAAAAWg/CtQw5imbLx0/s72-c/taped+up+colorings.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-535816676564718638</id><published>2007-08-25T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T21:52:54.365-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing of girl'/><title type='text'>A Girl?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RtDcxHyhPpI/AAAAAAAAAWY/x78P47QTEHM/s1600-h/Sashi"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102821114273414802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RtDcxHyhPpI/AAAAAAAAAWY/x78P47QTEHM/s320/Sashi%27s+August+2007+Drawing+of+Girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby Girl is being very artistic lately.....more coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-535816676564718638?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/535816676564718638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=535816676564718638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/535816676564718638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/535816676564718638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/08/girl.html' title='A Girl?'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RtDcxHyhPpI/AAAAAAAAAWY/x78P47QTEHM/s72-c/Sashi%27s+August+2007+Drawing+of+Girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-2402756968003398143</id><published>2007-08-25T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T21:49:46.445-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeping in'/><title type='text'>Old Neighbors</title><content type='html'>You learn something new about your friends everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home from a visit with old neighbors who now have three (!) kids. Their oldest is Baby Girl's age and also her&lt;em&gt; first&lt;/em&gt; friend. We were swapping stories about the joys of parenthood-- you know the ones...not sleeping in EVER again, sixteen-hour days home alone with three kids, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I commented, "Well, you guys were the ones who wanted three (!) kids!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike shot back, "Yeah, but....not all the time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was perfect!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what I learned during this visit that fascinated me most is that this household does not have (what I would consider) baking essentials, such flour, baking soda, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it was my friend's first time making banana bread. She explained that they had acquired a bunch of suddenly very-ripe bananas. She asked her mother about a banana bread recipe, and if she could borrow her mother's baking essentials, since she doesn't keep them stocked in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I commented, "I can't believe you don't have flour in this house!" , Mike (again) replied, "Uhh, What for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrfunk and I explained that &lt;em&gt;we,&lt;/em&gt; personally, find it helpful to use flour for baking cookies and making pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know...it's just sometimes handy to have that sort of stuff hanging around the house :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-2402756968003398143?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/2402756968003398143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=2402756968003398143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/2402756968003398143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/2402756968003398143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/08/old-neighbors.html' title='Old Neighbors'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-6654686173893906330</id><published>2007-08-19T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:57:25.424-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chaotic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Hovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='order'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><title type='text'>God Hovers</title><content type='html'>Today at Movie Church the guest pastor said that he thinks the first thing that God did in the bible was &lt;em&gt;hover.&lt;/em&gt; He explained that God comes into things that are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;DARK, CHAOTIC, &amp; MESSY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to create &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LIGHT, ORDER, &amp;amp; BEAUTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God hovers, then dives in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's....hover....not Hoover. God's not vacuuming....at least not today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-6654686173893906330?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/6654686173893906330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=6654686173893906330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/6654686173893906330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/6654686173893906330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/08/god-hovers.html' title='God Hovers'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-5502158380157713332</id><published>2007-08-18T18:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T18:56:27.616-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='table cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choco chip cookies'/><title type='text'>Freestyle Table Cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/Rsd4mBu4R_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/2onqayw8uh8/s1600-h/DSCF4511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100177697715800050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/Rsd4mBu4R_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/2onqayw8uh8/s320/DSCF4511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While helping me make choco chip cookies, Baby Girl decided that her skills would best be utilized by wiping the table. As she was doing that, she was doing some funny 'moves'. She said, "Mom, get the camera!" Then she posed this way for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew table cleaning could be so dynamic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-5502158380157713332?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/5502158380157713332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=5502158380157713332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/5502158380157713332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/5502158380157713332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/08/freestyle-table-cleaning.html' title='Freestyle Table Cleaning'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/Rsd4mBu4R_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/2onqayw8uh8/s72-c/DSCF4511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-229792477957852391</id><published>2007-08-10T21:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T21:43:49.419-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas childhood time'/><title type='text'>It'll Be Here Before You Know It!</title><content type='html'>Christmas, that is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling Kerrfunk that it's true...Christmas will be here before we know it. I think he's finally starting to believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girl, on the other hand, has the childhood concept of time. When days drag on for weeks, and Christmas and summer vacation can't get here soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me the other day, "Christmas is taking a long time to get here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her my mantra, "It'll be here before you know it!" Knowing that to her, it really does feel like forever until it arrives again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also doesn't help that she begs for everything she sees in the stores when we're out shopping, and my solution is to tell her, "Okay. I'll add it to your Christmas list."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also change it up with, "Okay. We'll tell Grandma and Grandpa you want that. Maybe they'll get it for you?!" Lately she responds with, "Can Grandma and Grandpa bring it to me TODAY?" (mind you, we live 1,000 miles away from the grandparents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The items I am to write on the Christmas list don't always get written down. I tend to hope that Baby Girl will forget all about what she saw at the store, as she moves on to coveting the next big thing. But I try to remember her wish list in the back of my head....just in case. She is getting to an age where she can remember what she asked for and can be disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-229792477957852391?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/229792477957852391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=229792477957852391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/229792477957852391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/229792477957852391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/08/itll-be-here-before-you-know-it.html' title='It&apos;ll Be Here Before You Know It!'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-5055296695453410515</id><published>2007-08-10T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T21:32:31.002-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Princesses wedding rings sewn on'/><title type='text'>They're Sewn On!</title><content type='html'>Baby Girl was flipping through channels on the TV the other night and, being the 'little woman' that she is, stopped on the home shopping channel to gaze at the ring that was being sold at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started discussing rings. It went something like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girl, "I want a ring like that one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Okay. When you graduate high school or something, we can probably get you a ring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation continued and led to the topic of weddings and wedding rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girl, "That ring (on left ring finger) is sewn on. You never take it off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Oh! That's right, I guess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girl, "Daddy's is sewn on, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I asked her what it means to be married or be a wife. Of course, she said she didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she talks about weddings and being married alot, all thanks to Disney Princesses!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-5055296695453410515?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/5055296695453410515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=5055296695453410515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/5055296695453410515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/5055296695453410515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/08/theyre-sewn-on.html' title='They&apos;re Sewn On!'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-3511751429688612996</id><published>2007-07-28T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T22:48:52.968-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog license'/><title type='text'>Dog Care vs. Child Care</title><content type='html'>Okay, let me get this straight. I can go into a hospital and birth a baby, take baby to doctor a few times initially, then once a year (barring any unexpected illnesses) after the first year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a dog and I have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. purchase an $8.00 county license for her collar&lt;br /&gt;2. provide proof of rabies vaccination&lt;br /&gt;3. administer heartworm protection each month&lt;br /&gt;4. administer flea/tick control each month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining one bit about the care of a dog, because I continue to discover that it's 100% easier than care of a child. I don't mind the dog following me around all day because the dog isn't equipped to provide the constant chatter of a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just find it interesting all the actions required to protect your dog, while anyone can 'mindlessly' have a child without licensure or required montly care of the child, etc. etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-3511751429688612996?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/3511751429688612996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=3511751429688612996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/3511751429688612996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/3511751429688612996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/07/dog-care-vs-child-care.html' title='Dog Care vs. Child Care'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-8399719314698320452</id><published>2007-07-22T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:30:29.264-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Target'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding shoes'/><title type='text'>New Wedding Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RqQDOIk3YCI/AAAAAAAAAWA/p6A1p_dRA_A/s1600-h/DSCF4485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090197020190662690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RqQDOIk3YCI/AAAAAAAAAWA/p6A1p_dRA_A/s400/DSCF4485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby Girl's "wedding shoes" wore out, so we bought her a new pair at Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's such a romantic like her Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's really hard on shoes. Good thing she LOVES buying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;old shoes here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've said that she's four years old. Please don't remind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new shoes here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RqQDOok3YDI/AAAAAAAAAWI/viqGrURpSl0/s1600-h/DSCF4486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090197028780597298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RqQDOok3YDI/AAAAAAAAAWI/viqGrURpSl0/s400/DSCF4486.JPG" 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/7276702571595835570-8399719314698320452?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/8399719314698320452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=8399719314698320452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8399719314698320452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/8399719314698320452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-wedding-shoes.html' title='New Wedding Shoes'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RqQDOIk3YCI/AAAAAAAAAWA/p6A1p_dRA_A/s72-c/DSCF4485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-4805444733826277991</id><published>2007-07-22T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:21:32.508-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk talk'/><title type='text'>Wisdom for the Ages</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the immortal words of a friend from work. How true it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careful what you say whilst drunk. Could come back to haunt you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-4805444733826277991?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/4805444733826277991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=4805444733826277991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/4805444733826277991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/4805444733826277991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/07/wisdom-for-ages.html' title='Wisdom for the Ages'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-4947703463451142810</id><published>2007-07-22T00:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T16:32:24.673-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving to canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crappy health care system'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sicko'/><title type='text'>Moving to Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RqLjBok3YBI/AAAAAAAAAV4/LKy7cEPJZMw/s1600-h/aspiring+canadian.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089880146093498386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RqLjBok3YBI/AAAAAAAAAV4/LKy7cEPJZMw/s400/aspiring+canadian.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw Michael Moore's &lt;em&gt;SiCKO&lt;/em&gt; tonight. It was classic Michael Moore and, just like all his other movies, this film convinced me to move to Canada RIGHT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I've read online about the film, he continues to preach to the choir. Still need to poke around online and read negative press/behind the scenes coverage of this film and try to make sense of everything in my feeble little mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He does take sick 911 rescue workers into Cuba, and having worked with Cubans in the past I remember hearing that they were non-plussed by the health care they received while living in Cuba. That could be due to the image they maintained of USA being the end all-be all of everything that's good and wonderful and better than Castro-run Cuba; and they hadn't really had to deal with our health care system since being in America. I do remember Clary telling me of house visits by the doctors, etc. etc. And she did lose one of her twins during child birth, or a few days later while still in the hospital. I chalked it up to poor neo-natal care, but the US of A doesn't necessarily have the best health care 'system' as we all know. Medical advances, yes; system of patient treatment, no. Clary has since had a child in America and everything went smoothly. They did have some sort of (government?) medical assistance, since our workplace at the time did not offer health insurance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, if you're a Michael Moore fan you should definitely check this film out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna start packing my bags. Canada or Bust, Baby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hook/"&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/7276702571595835570-4947703463451142810?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/4947703463451142810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=4947703463451142810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/4947703463451142810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/4947703463451142810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/07/moving-to-canada.html' title='Moving to Canada'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RqLjBok3YBI/AAAAAAAAAV4/LKy7cEPJZMw/s72-c/aspiring+canadian.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-7926651597855255778</id><published>2007-07-21T12:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T16:30:17.485-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child labor parenting with love and logic'/><title type='text'>Employing Child Labor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RqI6i4k3YAI/AAAAAAAAAVw/z_OvwMpwMso/s1600-h/child+labor+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089694899859054594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RqI6i4k3YAI/AAAAAAAAAVw/z_OvwMpwMso/s320/child+labor+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture of the child labor that we employ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby Girl has been a big helper today. She helped me mop the floors and wash the cars. She actually insists on helping to do these chores, because she thinks they're fun. We're taking advantage of that while we can :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her added incentive is that any chores she does beyond her usual (making bed, picking up toys, putting silverware away, helping with laundry) allows her the opportunity to pick one of her confiscated toys out of the bin that Mom and Dad put toys in when they are neglected to be picked up. She loves being able to pick out an old toy and we think it helps her learn a non-monetary reward system appropriate for her age. She'll eventually receive a standard allowance just for being a contributing member of the household. And, again, any chores attempted/completed beyond what's typically expected will be reward with additional money. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Parenting with Love and Logic concept)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-7926651597855255778?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/7926651597855255778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=7926651597855255778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7926651597855255778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/7926651597855255778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/07/employing-child-labor.html' title='Employing Child Labor'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RqI6i4k3YAI/AAAAAAAAAVw/z_OvwMpwMso/s72-c/child+labor+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-6334401675105843075</id><published>2007-07-21T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:52:33.081-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rudy fangs catula'/><title type='text'>Catula</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RqI5vYk3X-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/HQLQEhxpfok/s1600-h/catula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089694015095791586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RqI5vYk3X-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/HQLQEhxpfok/s320/catula.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture says it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-6334401675105843075?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/6334401675105843075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=6334401675105843075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/6334401675105843075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/6334401675105843075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/07/catula.html' title='Catula'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RqI5vYk3X-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/HQLQEhxpfok/s72-c/catula.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-6122737850776155933</id><published>2007-07-13T04:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T16:26:09.633-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live Free Die Hard Mac Guy Bruce Willis'/><title type='text'>Live Free or Die Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cryptomundo.com/wp-content/Long.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.cryptomundo.com/wp-content/Long.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;em&gt;Live Free or Die Hard (Die Hard 4).&lt;/em&gt; It was pretty good. The usual Die Hard action and I was able to follow it pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mac guy (see left), from the commercials with the Mac and PC guys, was Bruce Willis' sidekick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Silent Bob (of &lt;em&gt;Jay and Silent Bob, Dogma&lt;/em&gt; fame) had a pretty significant &lt;strong&gt;speaking&lt;/strong&gt; part, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very nice watching Bruce Willis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cryptomundo.com/wp-content/Long.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/7276702571595835570-6122737850776155933?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/6122737850776155933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=6122737850776155933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/6122737850776155933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/6122737850776155933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/07/live-free-or-die-hart.html' title='Live Free or Die Hard'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-5054284806450541531</id><published>2007-07-09T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T16:26:57.364-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding flowers'/><title type='text'>Wedding Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RpLVu6oPAqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/vCori-1pTOY/s1600-h/sashi"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085361931243422370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RpLVu6oPAqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/vCori-1pTOY/s400/sashi%27s+wedding+flowers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the flowers (white clover) that Baby Girl picked for her 'wedding'. It was late June and she announced that she was going outside to pick flowers for her wedding to Jamie (a kid at the sitter's).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-5054284806450541531?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/5054284806450541531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=5054284806450541531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/5054284806450541531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/5054284806450541531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/07/these-are-flowers-white-clover-that.html' title='Wedding Flowers'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RpLVu6oPAqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/vCori-1pTOY/s72-c/sashi%27s+wedding+flowers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-5209983623023068259</id><published>2007-07-03T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T19:55:54.066-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mrs. Wiggins and Mr. Tudball from Carol Burnett Show'/><title type='text'>My Hero, Missus Uh-Wiggins</title><content type='html'>I know, I know. I have lofty ambitions if Mrs. Wiggins is my hero, but I LOVED watching Carol Burnett play Mrs. Wiggins on the &lt;em&gt;Carol Burnett Show&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RorgvKoPApI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/6aQKzutm_KM/s1600-h/mr.+tudball+and+missus+uh-wiggins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083122230352609938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RorgvKoPApI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/6aQKzutm_KM/s400/mr.+tudball+and+missus+uh-wiggins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was SUCH an airhead. I loved it!! And the way she filed her nails and sharpened a pencil....pure genius!!! This was the only picture I could find of Mr. Tudball (Tim Conway) and Missus Uh-Wiggins. I should indulge in buying one of the DVD seasons of the show. I miss it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just something stuffed into the far recesses of my cluttered mind. Don't know why  it decided to surface today. Guess it's my image of office workers and how I AM an office worker now. Stuff of youth? Who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-5209983623023068259?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/5209983623023068259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=5209983623023068259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/5209983623023068259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/5209983623023068259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-hero-missus-uh-wiggins.html' title='My Hero, Missus Uh-Wiggins'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RorgvKoPApI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/6aQKzutm_KM/s72-c/mr.+tudball+and+missus+uh-wiggins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-4705611846459118910</id><published>2007-07-01T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T19:18:35.878-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evan Almighty Ratatouille Knocked Up'/><title type='text'>Three Movies in Three Days</title><content type='html'>Saw &lt;em&gt;Evan Almighty&lt;/em&gt; on Thursday (06-28-07) with Kerrfunk. It was cute, good, but not as funny as &lt;em&gt;Bruce Almighty.&lt;/em&gt; Still recommendable, though. Kids would like it with the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw &lt;em&gt;Ratatouille &lt;/em&gt;on Friday night with Baby Girl. It was also cute, good, predictable. Recommended, though some of the dialogue might be hard to understand with the French accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw &lt;em&gt;Knocked Up&lt;/em&gt; on Saturday night, by my lonesome (love it!). It was pretty good. R-rating, so lots of F-bombs dropped. Had some significant topics to my current life about still being young, balancing marriage, motherhood, and having fun. I would &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up Michael Moore's &lt;em&gt;Sicko &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; License to Wed&lt;/em&gt; (Robin Williams/John K). Also saw previews for what looked to be some good movies coming up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-4705611846459118910?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/4705611846459118910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=4705611846459118910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/4705611846459118910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/4705611846459118910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/07/three-movies-in-three-days.html' title='Three Movies in Three Days'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-5438349688202320691</id><published>2007-06-30T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T11:39:40.181-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat&apos;s favorite chair'/><title type='text'>This is My Chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RoZ4VKoPAoI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Noo5Gt2oZeQ/s1600-h/cats+on+their+favorite+chairs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081881534559879810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RoZ4VKoPAoI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Noo5Gt2oZeQ/s400/cats+on+their+favorite+chairs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go away and sit somewhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is all my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the only thing in your house that I possess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And insist upon possessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything else therein is yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dish,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My toys,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My basket,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My scratching post and my Ping-Pong ball;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You provided them for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This chair I selected for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It suits me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have the sofa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stuffed chair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the footstool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't go and sit on them do I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then why cannot you leave me mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And let us have no further argument?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paul Gallico&lt;/em&gt; from the book &lt;em&gt;The Great Cat -poems about cats,&lt;/em&gt; Everyman's Library Pocket Poets.&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/7276702571595835570-5438349688202320691?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/5438349688202320691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=5438349688202320691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/5438349688202320691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/5438349688202320691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='This is My Chair'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/RoZ4VKoPAoI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Noo5Gt2oZeQ/s72-c/cats+on+their+favorite+chairs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-4165022053828821256</id><published>2007-06-28T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T11:38:38.242-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yellow jackets'/><title type='text'>Eventful Night</title><content type='html'>Had an eventful night last night that started off with us taking the 'walk of shame' out of the pool since Baby Girl had some diarrhea. It was mostly in her swim suit, but the manager had to clean some off of the deck, too. We were required to leave, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home and were enjoying a quiet evening on the back step. Brought Baby Girl some water in a purple cup and went inside for something. Next thing, I heard her shooing what I thought was a fly away. Then she screamed. Turns out there were yellow-jackets swarming. I went out to see what was going on, got stung on my second toe, figured out they were swarming, scooped up Baby Girl, and ran into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ended up with a sting on her left index finger and left cheek. She cried and cried. Poor Baby Girl. My toe sting STILL hurts. She did settle down while watching &lt;em&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt; with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investigation this morning showed that the yellow jackets have a nest under the back step. I sprayed it, but will probably have to re-apply tonight. I thought maybe they were after the purple cup I had brought out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH!!! Those buggars hurt!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-4165022053828821256?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/4165022053828821256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=4165022053828821256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/4165022053828821256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/4165022053828821256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/06/eventful-night.html' title='Eventful Night'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-5101129534600712007</id><published>2007-06-17T16:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T18:25:35.204-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Am I that Old?'/><title type='text'>Mommy is an Old, Old Woman</title><content type='html'>Talking to Baby Girl about death, since three of our tadpoles were discovered dead this afternoon*. I told her we would dump them out over the spot where Pooh-Bear Kitty was buried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked, "When will I see Pooh-Bear again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "When you go to heaven, you'll see Pooh-Bear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "When do I go to heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "When you die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked, "When will I die?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her, "Not until you're an old, old woman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girl then said, so very innocently "Like YOU, Mommy???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha, ha, ha. Kerrfunk got to hear the entire exchange and thought that I had the perfect set up for her to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the story about the tadpoles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Came home from the swimming pool this afternoon to find all three of our remaining tadpoles having gone belly-up. Two of them were on the fast track to becoming frogs....they had all four legs already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what the variable was that made them die. I changed their water within the last two days, using the same water procedure as I had been using. The house was (surprisingly) cool, so that wouldn't have been a factor. Don't think Rudy would've kilt them. And they had plenty of food. I suspect something with the water....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummer. We have one frog out of four tadpoles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-5101129534600712007?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/5101129534600712007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=5101129534600712007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/5101129534600712007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/5101129534600712007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/06/mommy-is-old-old-woman.html' title='Mommy is an Old, Old Woman'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-452736526158763321</id><published>2007-06-16T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T21:28:57.004-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ&apos;s Childhood Pal'/><title type='text'>What'd You Say Your Name Is Again?</title><content type='html'>God's last name may not be 'Damn', but Jesus' middle name is Hallowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus H. Christ!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what the H. stands for!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-452736526158763321?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/452736526158763321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=452736526158763321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/452736526158763321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/452736526158763321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/06/whatd-you-say-youre-name-is-again.html' title='What&apos;d You Say Your Name Is Again?'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-1989840162025776334</id><published>2007-06-13T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T18:17:35.091-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men vs. women'/><title type='text'>Pity Men and the Women Who Have to Handle Them</title><content type='html'>the following is an email response I sent to a friend and it's said with all due respect to my dear, sweet husband...who has been through 7.5 yrs. of training and gets closer to completion each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerrfunk may not have told you yet, but he's one of the many born with a birth defect.....the Y chromosome!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All men need assistance in this area that you so accurately describe: "but sometimes it feels like he is so difficult to communicate with and get through to.--due to his selective hearing and selective comprehension"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in reality, men are just different creatures than women. studies show that women use twice as many words as men througout a day. so, we're essentially bombarding men with our words...their 'feeble' minds can't keep up!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how i like to think about it. and men (typically) just aren't on the same emotional wavelength as women. poor things.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get frustrated with GOD sometimes because men and women ARE so different. it's like a cruel joke!!! men reach their sexual peak at age 18...women in their 30s. WHAT SENSE DOES THAT MAKE???!?!?! when one's ready, the other isn't!!!!!!!!!!! gee, thanks, god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, men's brains could be likened to waffles, while women's are like spaghetti. men are able to compartmentalize everything in their lives. keep everything separate, not let one thing interfere with another. women, on the other hand, have emotions running thru everything, everyday of their lives. one thing in life affects something else, so on and so on. for women, it's kinda like everything is intertwined. again, another cruel joke from GOD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handling men...it's a tough job, but women are strong enough to do it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-1989840162025776334?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/1989840162025776334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=1989840162025776334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/1989840162025776334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/1989840162025776334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/06/pity-men-and-smart-women-who-have-to.html' title='Pity Men and the Women Who Have to Handle Them'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-5067714861252025359</id><published>2007-06-12T18:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T18:16:56.823-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garbage Can Lounge'/><title type='text'>Lounging on the Garbage Can</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/Rm8bRGQHXRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/BxvigP7tCXs/s1600-h/lounging+on+garbage+can.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075305285619768594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/Rm8bRGQHXRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/BxvigP7tCXs/s320/lounging+on+garbage+can.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need I say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-5067714861252025359?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/5067714861252025359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=5067714861252025359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/5067714861252025359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/5067714861252025359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/06/lounging-on-garbage-can.html' title='Lounging on the Garbage Can'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/Rm8bRGQHXRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/BxvigP7tCXs/s72-c/lounging+on+garbage+can.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276702571595835570.post-3047367406709052797</id><published>2007-06-03T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T19:41:33.821-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sometimes He&apos;s A She'/><title type='text'>Can my husband please back into my car?</title><content type='html'>i think i would LOVE that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...wait.....he just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed the front headlight, that's good. but put a nice dent above the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told him that now everyone's gonna think i got into a bar fight and hit something with my car on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it gets even better....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason kerrfunk backed into my car was because he was going to the store...because he was hungry for chocolate. He was going to pick up a giant Hershey candy bar along with the other stuff on our list. Well, when he got home he said, "They didn't even have Moosetracks (ice cream)." I said, "So?? We've got some in the other freezer." He couldn't believe he forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked, "What about the candybar? That's why you had to go to the store in the first place." He forgot all about getting a candybar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, he came home with Oreos and chocolate ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks he'll eat the whole package of oreos. I told him that at this point, I don't blame him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice. Very Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes HE'S SUCH A WOMAN. I think we've got our roles reversed!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276702571595835570-3047367406709052797?l=sweetpeabart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/feeds/3047367406709052797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7276702571595835570&amp;postID=3047367406709052797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/3047367406709052797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7276702571595835570/posts/default/3047367406709052797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeabart.blogspot.com/2007/06/can-my-husband-please-back-into-my-car.html' title='Can my husband please back into my car?'/><author><name>sweetpeabart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990597124129584696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i88YZ0VzIn0/SW3wCbfC_FI/AAAAAAAAApU/bDG3tgmjieg/S220/Noel%27s+Grace+Print.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
