<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307</id><updated>2012-01-23T19:59:12.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-7560437260163206267</id><published>2009-04-24T16:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:22:58.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So spring has arrived, it's been nothing but trial after trial for '09 so far.  I'm about 4.5 months pregnant now.  Thank goodness the 1st trimester is over.  It was far worse than my first two pregnancies combined!  For awhile there, I didn't know if I'd make it through it.  I did and thankfully it ended early.  I'm less than 2 weeks away from finding out if my gut instinct of this baby being a boy is true or not.  I can hardly contain myself.  I've never been so anxious in a pregnancy before.  I'm really trying to slow myself down and enjoy this one, but it's hard.  I'm finding myself wanting to jump clear to the end already.  Not because I'm tired of being pregnant, I'm just so anxious and excited to see this little person and how different they might be from my other two.  I'm secretly hoping for green eyes like mine, not blue, which seems to be the trend in the family.  We'll see, most importantly just the overall health and well-being of the baby.  I keep getting asked if this is the last.  Neither my husband or I have an answer for that right now.  From the beginning we both secretly have been hoping for twins, odd I know, but my husband said if we go for 3 we might as well have a 4th (and better to do it in one shot).  You see, we have a huge age gap between this baby and our current youngest.  By the time this child is born, our youngest will be 5 mo from turning 5!  Who knows.  I'm looking out my front window right now and noticing a ton of little tiny red bugs crawling all over my window seal, again.  What the heck are they?  My husband sprayed last week and it did nothing, they're back.  Annoying little things.  They are so tiny you can't make out what the heck they are.  They weren't there last year.  I swear, sometimes I wish we lived in a rental, then half the problems we've had w/ this stupid house wouldn't be our responsibility or cost!  Well, that's all I have for now.  I could go on, but most of it's personal dribble that I'll save for God, 'cuz He's the only One that can do anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-7560437260163206267?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/7560437260163206267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=7560437260163206267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7560437260163206267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7560437260163206267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/04/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-5546502202732698240</id><published>2009-02-11T10:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T10:18:14.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#3</title><content type='html'>Well, if it wasn't strange already that my 2 other sister-in-laws were already pregnant, I'm adding to the strangeness.  That's right folks.  #3 is on the way.  This should be fun.  3 sister-in-laws all pregnant together.  Each due a month after the other.  I'm excited that the cousins will be the same age growing up.  Anyways, that's my news.  Now I'm off to eat before my nausea kicks in for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-5546502202732698240?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/5546502202732698240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=5546502202732698240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/5546502202732698240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/5546502202732698240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/02/3.html' title='#3'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-8937868549984994531</id><published>2009-01-20T13:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:43:51.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reptiles, What?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SXY3fu1TQFI/AAAAAAAAARo/fxbZ-anN7z8/s1600-h/reptile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SXY3fu1TQFI/AAAAAAAAARo/fxbZ-anN7z8/s320/reptile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293479430307659858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter is getting ready to turn 7.  I can't believe how the time has flown.  Anyway, in her lifetime up to this point, we've had a beta fish and of course 2 dogs at the present.  I guess the dogs just aren't enough anymore.  Everyday for the past week and a half she has continually reminded me how much she wants a lizard.  No, we aren't talking toy lizards or stuffed lizards.  We are talking about the real deal here.  I seem to remember telling her years ago no lizards, no rodents, no spiders as pets.  Dogs and fish, that's it.  So last weekend while getting Barley her shots at the Zamzows pet clinic, I guess my husband said around the age of 7 she might be able to get one.  Ok, where was I in this discussion?  7 years of age is too young to care full time for something like that, in my opinion.  Who would this responsibility fall on, yup, me.  Sorry, I'm no reptile of a person.  I can do dogs and fish.  I already have my hands full.  I don't want the thought of a little green thing on 4 legs escaping and running around my house.  I can see it now, she can't leave those things alone so she'll have it out of it's cage, it'll squirm away, and then right on it's tail would be my Barley.  Not the site I want to encounter.  Guess I better get quite creative, and soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-8937868549984994531?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/8937868549984994531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=8937868549984994531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/8937868549984994531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/8937868549984994531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/01/reptiles-what.html' title='Reptiles, What?!'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SXY3fu1TQFI/AAAAAAAAARo/fxbZ-anN7z8/s72-c/reptile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-9200184142162624671</id><published>2008-12-30T14:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:35:04.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye 2008, Hello 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SVqUAvyaegI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CNasD64u84s/s1600-h/2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SVqUAvyaegI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CNasD64u84s/s320/2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285699853221526018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets hope that this new year is actually different from last and much much better.  Some security prayerfully!  Long time since last post, December was a complete blur.  I would have already had my Christmas decor down if it wasn't for being sick, again!  I blame my husband for bringing it home again.  Nothings worse then battling a stupid head cold and then feeling nauseous and getting sick to your stomach.  Oh yeah, and add waking up this morning with a weird kink in your neck and you can't turn your head to the left.  Good times.  Very weird to look outside and see your grass again.  What is with a beautiful winter landscape and then in less than 24hrs it's completely gone?  Rain, what the heck.  I have to say the best gift this year was from my Dad, he fixed our 4 wheel drive in our Tahoe and when we return to Twin Falls next weekend, he'll be fixing the rest of the problems.  I can't thank him enough.  We have been putting off that stuff due to the no paycheck thing, so this is a huge gift for us.  For the first time in over 2 years we were able to use 4 wheel drive and let me tell you, it was awesome.  What a huge difference.  I have thought long and hard on why we have 2 dogs recently.  I questioned it for awhile.  It's not like when I was growing up and everyone in your family was a dog lover.  Very hard to make it work harmoniously when 1 could care less if they were here or not.  Anyway, during the last few days I have been reminded why I do have them.  Both of my dogs have been by my side (literally) the whole time I've been sick, especially yesterday battling my nausea.  They never left my side and when I laid down, they were right there with me.  Even though they have their moments, they are good to me and bring comfort.  Well, this whole post is a bunch of randomness, blame it on the head cold.  I guess I should call it quits for now and head out for my one errand while I feel decent.  Be safe tomorrow everyone and have a wonderful New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-9200184142162624671?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/9200184142162624671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=9200184142162624671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/9200184142162624671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/9200184142162624671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-bye-2008-hello-2009.html' title='Good Bye 2008, Hello 2009'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SVqUAvyaegI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CNasD64u84s/s72-c/2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-1053674710009593053</id><published>2008-11-14T12:17:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:40:24.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SR3T9sttXbI/AAAAAAAAAP0/KBvuAZ05uAI/s1600-h/hole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SR3T9sttXbI/AAAAAAAAAP0/KBvuAZ05uAI/s320/hole.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268600196021706162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I meant this literally!  Remember a previous post titled "Evilness"?  Well, she's back in full force and worse!  I love dogs, always have, but boy, I'm wishing I didn't have any right now.  In fact yesterday I was thinking that when my two pass some day, I will never get another dog!  I can't say this with 100% certainty, but I'm pretty sure Barley is our culprit.  Within the past week I noticed a chew mark on my couch cushion, not happy.  Yesterday I came back after taking my son to Target and found that my dish rag had been obliterated and thrown away (my husband found it after coming back from volunteering in my daughters class).  Today I come back from Kohls (almost went to Target again because I forgot trash bags, but decided against it and I'm glad I did) and find that my couch cushion that had minor chew markings had been destroyed.  A huge hole right in the front of it, irrepairable!  So, who do I blame?  You guessed it, Barley.  Now I brought her back inside by herself once I found it and she gave me some tension when getting closer to the damage.  Disciplined extremely, probably should have brought her close to life's end, but I couldn't, my weakness.  Then I brought Vader in by himself and took him over to the damage, no tension, just excited.  So that led me to believe that I was right in my opinion.  Vader has never shown any form of destruction, none, ever!  Barley has even before we got Vader, so I'm sure she did it.  I can't believe this.  I'm beginning to think that if she keeps up this destruction, she's not worth having.  Chewing my trim around the front door as a pup (still needs repaired, but very easy), chewing toys (that's been handled), chewing towels (don't use them in kennel anymore), chewing a hole in the carpet (never has been attempted again and it was repaired for free in home warrenty by the awesome carpet guys), chewing off the insulator material around the pipe to the ac unit (2x), chewing my dish rag, and now my couch cushion.  I'm sure there's a few more things I could list, but the list is pretty extensive as it is.  So what am I to do?  Why now, why would she all of a sudden resort to this extreme behavior on my furniture?  She's never even bothered it once before this ordeal.  I need Cesar Milan, the Dog Whisperer!  Maybe she needs to get out more and "work" off her anxiety, maybe she needs to know that her life hangs in my hands!  Well, I guess I'll be looking for new couches sooner than later.  Obviously not too soon, but one of these days when she's done being EVIL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-1053674710009593053?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/1053674710009593053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=1053674710009593053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1053674710009593053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1053674710009593053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/11/dog-gone.html' title='Dog Gone'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SR3T9sttXbI/AAAAAAAAAP0/KBvuAZ05uAI/s72-c/hole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-2632171902144470700</id><published>2008-11-12T09:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:16:28.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is probably going to be the most real, truthful, bearing all post I've ever done. I have to be honest, the past 2 weeks have been absolute hell. I thought I'd been to hell and back with the last few financial dry spells, but nope, this one has broken the camels back. A combination of things have happened these past few weeks that have added to this feeling of defeat, my feeling right now. I felt as if I was handling it pretty well, until Monday. I've been doing nothing but praying, pleading, claiming God's powerfulness and trying to hold it together so that my children see nothing. Today I find myself still holding onto these last few hours before our time is officially up financially, holding onto hope. I don't know what will happen, all I know is that it will be a true miracle for us, whether God chooses to do that or not, I don't know. So on top of all this I've been dealing with sick children since last Tuesday and now finding myself catching the same thing as of yesterday. We've had cell phone mishaps that resulted in paying for a replacement (talk about really bad timing), my car is now pouring out antifreeze every time I back out of the driveway, my camera has failed me (bad timing, once again, and right when the holidays are coming), and to top it off, I get a phone call last night that I didn't want to get. I knew it was coming at some point, but not right now, not with all of this happening. I get a phone call around 8pm last night that my Grandmother is "shutting down". She has a UTI (urinary tract infection) and won't drink, eat anything, nor is she responding to anyone. I broke last night, I'm done. I can take no more and God has to know that. This morning I'm woken up by a phone call just after 7am, my Grandmother passed last night just before midnight. What hurts the most is I have no idea if she was saved. All I remember as a child is her arguing with my dad (we were the only saved ones on that side of the family) and getting ticked off at him resulting in crying. All I can do is hope and pray that somewhere in her heart, a sliver of what was shared with her on many occasions over the years made it back to her heart in those last few moments. I pray she is with our Maker, but I don't know. So, this is where I am right now. I usually don't open up this much, don't even know why I'm writing this right now. But there you have it. I'm tired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-2632171902144470700?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/2632171902144470700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=2632171902144470700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/2632171902144470700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/2632171902144470700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/11/done.html' title='DONE'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-1761657527538730765</id><published>2008-10-29T10:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:03:40.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fastest Shots in the west</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SQiXYLe_PqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/X14GnTG95J8/s1600-h/doctor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 82px; height: 82px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SQiXYLe_PqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/X14GnTG95J8/s320/doctor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262622606237843106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday I had to take my kiddos to the doctor to get their hep A booster shots.  Due to changes in our insurance I had to reschedule them and thought I'd do it at the same time instead of making two trips.  My son does pretty well with shots, quick cry when the needle enters and then he's done.  My daughter on the other hand is quite different.  A few years ago she wigged out so much she bent the needle and they had to start over while I pretty much had her in a bear hug, no free limbs.  So needless to say I was a bit worried about taking both of them at the same time.  I talked to both of them on the way, gave a really big pep talk and so forth.  This is when it gets funny.  So we go there and are taken in the back, but first we have to make a pit stop for my daughter.  While she's going to the bathroom, all the fire alarms are going off and the lights are flashing.  What are the odds?  So we hurry up out of the bathroom and they hurry us into a room and give two shots in less than a minute!  All the while my kids are holding their ears due to the loud noises.  They hardly had to time to react to the shots or even think about them, I think they were more concerned with why the fire alarms were going off.  So we were in and out, literally!  And then, being kids and being quite inquisitive, the whole ride home was 50 questions on why do we have fire alarms, what happens if there's a real fire and so on and so on and so on.  I had to finally stop the questioning and make them move on.  So that was my late afternoon yesterday.  Quite hilarious, well maybe you had to be there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-1761657527538730765?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/1761657527538730765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=1761657527538730765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1761657527538730765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1761657527538730765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/10/fastest-shots-in-west.html' title='Fastest Shots in the west'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SQiXYLe_PqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/X14GnTG95J8/s72-c/doctor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-8963388002411942152</id><published>2008-10-27T10:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:43:47.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SQXvoH193PI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-9vhNPbrLIo/s1600-h/decor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SQXvoH193PI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-9vhNPbrLIo/s320/decor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261875212231498994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These little decorations have me itching to decorate already!  I have to refrain from my excitement for a few more weeks though.  Anyhoo, I just bought these cute little things yesterday from Costco!  Love them.  I have been eyeing these things for weeks now.  They are cordless color changing snowflakes you hang in your window, 10 of them!  Costco is selling them for $19.99, didn't realize how good of a deal that was until I went to Target and saw them for $4.99 each and unbelievably they were sold out.  I can hardly wait to whip out all the decorations and all the new ones I bought last year during Target's 90% off sale after Christmas.  I'm going to have to sweet talk my husband into hanging the outdoor lights early this year too.  Why wait, the weather will continue to get colder and it's no fun hanging in freezing weather.  I know this from experience and he'll tell you the same, especially when your roof is slick.  Yeah, that's fun.  I should probably stop writing about this because now I'm wanting to go and get my Christmas CD and start playing it.  Well, just thought I'd share my favorite find right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-8963388002411942152?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/8963388002411942152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=8963388002411942152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/8963388002411942152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/8963388002411942152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/10/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SQXvoH193PI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-9vhNPbrLIo/s72-c/decor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-8015115647917305575</id><published>2008-10-13T13:27:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:26:08.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SPOsl2JB0wI/AAAAAAAAAOk/YjEK4EM5_8I/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SPOsl2JB0wI/AAAAAAAAAOk/YjEK4EM5_8I/s200/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256734956260020994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to really try hard to come up with 6 things you don't know about me. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;1. I love drag racing, jets, sports cars etc. I grew up being surrounded by that stuff. So pretty much I'm not your typical girl. Probably why I had more boy friends than girl friends. Not only that, I'm handy"woman" of the house. The tools, their mine. I'm sure my husband wouldn't be too embarrassed to admit it either&lt;br /&gt;2. I would love to work with animals, especially Cesar Milan the dog whisperer. Love that show. I keep trying to get Barley to watch with me, but for some reason she won't. I secretly practice my ssh and the backwards kick on the rear with her. I have some work to do. :)&lt;br /&gt;3. I love cooking and baking! Food network has become quite the friend of mine over the years. I would love to try so many recipes, unfortunately with 2 picky eaters in the house, it'd be a waste. I always tend to lean toward Everyday Italian cooking.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm so technical and need organization and cleanliness, it's almost debilitating at times. When something is so unorganized (say my office that hasn't been touched in over a year) it gets ignored, it's so bad I can't think of where to begin. My husband is proud of me though for not touching it, he hates my technical side @ times and says this a big step for me. I don't think so, the job needs tackled and I just need to do it. I may know what is in each pile, but it needs to be organized!&lt;br /&gt;5. I seem to be decisive on big decisions, but when it comes to little ones, like what shoes to buy for my kids, I can't make a decision. What's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;6. I have a passion for photography, yet I've never really done it. I have a wish for a very nice camera, but it has continually been put on the back burner for other reasons. One of these days I will get to my passion.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to tag anyone because I'm sure you've already been tagged.  My husband, if you read this, I'll tag you but I'm sure you won't post on this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-8015115647917305575?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/8015115647917305575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=8015115647917305575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/8015115647917305575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/8015115647917305575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SPOsl2JB0wI/AAAAAAAAAOk/YjEK4EM5_8I/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-3821146114709740487</id><published>2008-10-10T09:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:15:53.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've been up to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SO9_svzge3I/AAAAAAAAANk/KyMqRBjarBg/s1600-h/fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SO9_svzge3I/AAAAAAAAANk/KyMqRBjarBg/s320/fall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255559696888134514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not much to post. I've been busy. I all of a sudden got a wild hair and have been going crazy painting and putting my house together. Well by together I mean putting the valences up that came with my blinds that I installed almost a year ago. In the midst of all that my cleaning has taken a back seat. Wish the house could clean itself, it never seems to end. 2 kids, 2 dogs, 1 large kid (my husband of course), the house only stays clean for about a day, maybe 2. I have to say though I am very pleased with the colors I've added to my house. I forgot how much painting adds to the feel of your home. This time around I've gone with much bolder colors than I ever have before. Love it! What else is new? Looks like we may be taking another trip to Twin Falls sooner than I thought. Love my brother. He asked me yesterday when we could come down again. He wants to go to this huge haunted house in Albion (an old abandoned school house-freaky). I told him we'd come down but he'd be going with Phil and not me. I've never been in to that stuff, even though it's all fake, can't do it, never will. I'll stay behind with the kids and my sister-in-law. That sounds like more fun to me, oh and hanging out w/ my nephew of course. Can't believe that Thanksgiving is next month. I can't wait to sink my teeth into some good 'ol Thanksgiving dinner. This year my brother, sis-law, nephew, and my parents, and possibly their dog will all be cooking and eating in my house. I can't wait. Oh and you better believe I'll be getting in on the action "Black Friday"! It's crazy, nuts, too early, but you just have to do it, even if it's only once. Quite an experience. I did it in VA, not that Lynchburg was all that exciting, so I need to add Boise to my small list. Well, I'm off to put my switch plates back on and finally get ready for the day today and go grocery shopping with my little man. I have to say I am really enjoying this year with him. I'm soaking up every minute because next year he'll start pre-school. Hope you all have a wonderful day in this awesome fall/almost winter type weather. I know I will, I have a date to look forward to tonight! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-3821146114709740487?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/3821146114709740487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=3821146114709740487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/3821146114709740487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/3821146114709740487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-ive-been-up-to.html' title='What I&apos;ve been up to'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SO9_svzge3I/AAAAAAAAANk/KyMqRBjarBg/s72-c/fall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-1694529922770491562</id><published>2008-09-22T11:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:27:07.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Vader!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SNfZrJ1xysI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mOI4h7EurIM/s1600-h/IMG_3515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SNfZrJ1xysI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mOI4h7EurIM/s320/IMG_3515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248903226122685122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's right, we have a new member of our family. Vador. We adopted him yesterday from the Humane Society. A dog like this should never be in a place like that. He is unbelievable! For some odd reason, he was the only one I was drawn to. He didn't react when we went in like a lot of the other "hyper" dogs, he's beautiful, purebred, and big. He's calm, well mannered, well trained, and absolutely loves my husband. Within minutes of being with Phil out in the yard the Humane Society has to "check" dogs out, he bonded with him. He responds well, is great with the kids and with Barley. He's 4 years old and amazing. Come to find out he was just dropped off at the humane society last Saturday because his owners didn't have time for him. Sad, because he is a great dog. I will say this, they put a lot of training into him and it shows. Barley is happy she has a friend and we're happy to have him join our family. Can't complain, leash trained, car trained, house trained, come, sit, stay, fully vaccinated and neutered. Thanks to Phil, he's sporting a BSU dog collar and it looks good. The two dogs are inseparable, although Vador would like Barley to leave him alone half the time. You can definitely tell who's 1 and who's 4. We had our first emergency trip last night with Vador. Come to find out the Humane Society missed his kennel cough, thanks for that. But thank you to the awesome vets at All Valley Animal Care Center, Vador is on meds and doing a lot better today. Phil said the vets there reminded him of Dr Swanson (our family physician). He wasn't charged for the visit and they didn't prescribe the ridiculously priced respiratory med due to the cost. They gave him something that would do the job and save us some money. We will be using them from now on for vet visits combined w/ the awesome Zamzows pet clinics for shots! Gotta love dogs! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-1694529922770491562?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/1694529922770491562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=1694529922770491562' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1694529922770491562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1694529922770491562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-vador.html' title='Welcome Vader!'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SNfZrJ1xysI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mOI4h7EurIM/s72-c/IMG_3515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-7712515329140624177</id><published>2008-09-15T16:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:13:31.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I get me some more afterburner?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7rRNYSPTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HCtM5poZ6Wg/s1600-h/IMG_3499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7rRNYSPTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HCtM5poZ6Wg/s320/IMG_3499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246389296815029554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The answer is, yes I can!!! So this past weekend, Mtn Home AFB had the Thunderbirds in town for a free, yes, FREE, show! Of course we had to go. Now if I remember correctly I posted on the Blue Angels and how my kids cried the whole "Blue Angel" demonstration. You may ask why after such an experience w/ the kiddos I would attempt to do it again. Well, for one, they re-created the whole show for weeks, two, I love it, three, they said they wanted to go. So there. We all went, even the husband. Minus my husband's moodiness and my daughter crying the whole Thunderbird demonstration, it was awesome! My boy loved it, didn't cry once and actually watched the whole show! The only reason my daughter was crying was because she didn't get something she wanted, go figure. Of course, the highlight was getting buzzed by one of the jets while watching the 4 main ones flying in formation doing a loop up in the sky. I actually jumped, completely took me off guard. Love it! Would I do this again, yes, without question. We now know to go later, then stay later to take time to walk through all the planes. Although you miss all of the other planes flying. So maybe not, the kids just need to be older to really enjoy it. Oh, and once again, the kids are re-creating their experience at the Thunderbirds. Awesome!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7re6pbeyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3Wnx3rZp8gE/s1600-h/IMG_3478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7re6pbeyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3Wnx3rZp8gE/s200/IMG_3478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246389532304833314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-7712515329140624177?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/7712515329140624177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=7712515329140624177' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7712515329140624177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7712515329140624177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-i-get-me-some-more-afterburner.html' title='Can I get me some more afterburner?!'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7rRNYSPTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HCtM5poZ6Wg/s72-c/IMG_3499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-7816362319506661937</id><published>2008-09-03T13:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:49:19.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Minor injury=huge PAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SL7qObPC6LI/AAAAAAAAAKA/brQ3r7cM3og/s1600-h/my+bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SL7qObPC6LI/AAAAAAAAAKA/brQ3r7cM3og/s320/my+bike.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241884549855766706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, today I gave myself a very "minor" injury to my toe/s. Here's a lesson for all of you who probably already know. DO NOT WEAR FLIP FLOPS WHILE RIDING A BIKE! My brother said I could blame this entire accident on my husband because I was riding up to our mail boxes to mail HIS parking ticket so it wouldn't be late. So there. Don't know what happened once out of my driveway. Somehow my left foot slipped out of my flip flop and off of the pedal landing straight down on my big toe. A little toe on the right foot also sustained some injury. It is worse than a normal stubbed toe. Why is it that a minor injury of removing several layers of skin hurts so freakin bad! It aches! For awhile I was wishing I was in child labor instead, at least it's a brief moment of pain and then it's over. Needless to say, not looking forward to showering tomorrow. I hope none of my neighbors heard me while toughing it out in my bathroom pouring alcohol on it and bandaging it. I had to vocalize my toughness so I didn't concentrate on the throbbing. Anyways, I know this is a weird post, but it's what's on my mind at this moment. You see, it's throbbing again and I may actually have to take something for it. My son is so cute. He looked at them (bandages on-and already needing changed) and said "their fine mommy." Of course I went on to say, no they really do hurt. And once again he showed his cuteness. "I know mommy, I know." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-7816362319506661937?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/7816362319506661937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=7816362319506661937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7816362319506661937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7816362319506661937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/09/minor-injuryhuge-pain.html' title='Minor injury=huge PAIN!'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SL7qObPC6LI/AAAAAAAAAKA/brQ3r7cM3og/s72-c/my+bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-3543285405458756367</id><published>2008-09-01T10:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:19:36.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and/or Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SLwkDFldWNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/WUpYjMSqzPI/s1600-h/lovehateblot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SLwkDFldWNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/WUpYjMSqzPI/s320/lovehateblot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241103701809912018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I had to visit the grocery store yesterday. I decided to go to WinCo thinking it is much cheaper than Walmart. I love the front of the store because they shelve all of their deals, cheap deals. Not only that, you can find some really awesome deals on meat. The last deal I got was 2 pork loin roasts for $7, each of which feeds my family of 4 for 2 nights. Pretty good. Without fail though I always get frustrated in that store. Either they don't carry what I'm looking for (i.e. a brand of natural peanut butter that my kids love) or they fluctuate their prices so much on things like cheese, etc. Some of the things I'm used to buying @ walmart are incredibly more expensive at WinCo. So, is it really cheaper than Walmart? Plus, the distance is further for me than Wallyworld. Gas, seems to affect a lot of choices we make these days when it comes to trips, errands, and so forth. Then there's Walmart or as you can see we like to call it Wallyworld. I have my frustrations with that store also. One, I just don't like Walmart. I think most of you know what I'm talking about. Two, they seem to run out of products more than any other store I know. And yes, it usually is one I need off of my shopping list. Since these two stores are the only ones I can realistically afford at this point in my life, I guess I'm left to deal with my love/hate relationship with both and continue switching back and forth. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-3543285405458756367?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/3543285405458756367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=3543285405458756367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/3543285405458756367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/3543285405458756367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-andor-hate.html' title='Love and/or Hate'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SLwkDFldWNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/WUpYjMSqzPI/s72-c/lovehateblot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-4702141854417968352</id><published>2008-08-24T18:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:26:50.807-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All aboard the Hectic Train!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Well, once again it has been awhile since my last post. Oh well. Too much going on, BBQ's here and there, swimming, need I say more? Anyway, tomorrow is the first day of school. It didn't actually hit me until today that life really is going to be hectic again. No more lazy days. Tonight I have to prep my daughters backpack with school supplies and her lunch box. Unbelievable. Where did summer go? We go from having most evenings open back to only 3 days available during the week. Crazy crazy. At least one crazy cycle is over for now in our life. Our prayers were answered with my husband's job. Let's just say everyone still has their job and it is about to get crazy! Crazy in a very good way. God is moving in this company, you just wait and see. This is a story to tell in the future of how it came to be. Well, I don't have much to say tonight. I have to prep for the first day of school and bathe 2 kids, since we had our last (pretty sure it was our last) skin cancer treatment at the pool today. Well, I did, I don't burn after 1 major burn, thank you indian skin!!! SPF 50 has barely allowed my children to experience tan lines. Good stuff. Good night and good luck to all those going to school tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-4702141854417968352?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/4702141854417968352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=4702141854417968352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/4702141854417968352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/4702141854417968352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-aboard-hectic-train.html' title='All aboard the Hectic Train!'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-1224258298835304587</id><published>2008-08-06T10:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:07:37.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's back to school time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SJnaUTe-wgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QIuWcOftZPA/s1600-h/Crayons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SJnaUTe-wgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QIuWcOftZPA/s320/Crayons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231452484529996290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aaaahhh, I have reached the "true" back to school point in a parents life. My daughter starts 1st grade in 19 days! Full days of school mean breaks for mommy. I'm so excited. I will have to admit, I'm not the only one. My daughter is looking forward to it also. She loves school. Just like her mommy, well at least until I hit college. Kindergarten was only 3 hours, not really the true school experience. Hence my first sentence. I feel like we are entering a brand new stage in life. I am reminded of those old Staple commercials of the parents riding the shopping carts in absolute bliss buying their kids school supplies while the child drags behind, unhappy. I don't know whether to laugh or feel bad that I'm so excited. I guess since she's excited, I can be excited too. Once again, I will have some free time with my son, a whole day in fact. I am going to really gear him up for preschool next year. So I will be working with him a lot to get him ready. The second child is always a bit behind, not enough one on one time. This whole school thing has me quite excited for fall also. "Bouquets of sharpened pencils" (a line from You've Got Mail). Gotta love it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-1224258298835304587?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/1224258298835304587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=1224258298835304587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1224258298835304587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1224258298835304587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-back-to-school-time.html' title='It&apos;s back to school time!'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SJnaUTe-wgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QIuWcOftZPA/s72-c/Crayons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-1235533357143190197</id><published>2008-08-06T10:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:47:05.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SJnU-h5MxWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vGEu2TtcltU/s1600-h/survival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SJnU-h5MxWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vGEu2TtcltU/s320/survival.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231446612882802018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once again we find ourselves in survival mode. We have been down to the wire before, but never like the present. I like to call this week, do or die week. So much lies within the next two days, I don't even know where to begin. I have my bad days where I feel like I can't breathe and worry takes over. Then I have to remind myself, that I am not in charge, nor do I have any control. It's hard, but I have to pound that into my brain. God has always taken care of us, why would He all of a sudden stop now. Why bring us to this very spot, through all that we have been through, for this adventure/opportunity to fail? So many things have happened with all involved, it just doesn't make sense. We are not the only ones in this crunch, just to let you know. The opportunity that we have been given is incredible. When talking about the future of this endeavor, I am left with a feeling of laughter toward our current situation. But then I pull myself back almost to the gasping stage and put myself in the here and now. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I don't want to count the chickens before they hatch. The future with this opportunity will change lives forever.  Right now though, I'm just praying for ends to meet and to have a little extra to start paying down the baggage. All prayers are welcomed and much appreciated. Even if you have no idea what you're praying for, God does and that's all that matters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-1235533357143190197?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/1235533357143190197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=1235533357143190197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1235533357143190197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1235533357143190197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/08/survival.html' title='Survival'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SJnU-h5MxWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vGEu2TtcltU/s72-c/survival.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-4756270004663687682</id><published>2008-07-29T10:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:21.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Childhood Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SI9LnFSg8_I/AAAAAAAAAII/f7MaQ0iKHJU/s1600-h/IMG_3433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SI9LnFSg8_I/AAAAAAAAAII/f7MaQ0iKHJU/s320/IMG_3433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228480827207250930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Growing up I was always into race cars, jets, cars in general, and what not. I was only 14 months older than my brother and I guess my dad's influence kept me from the girly stuff. Not that I'm complaining. When I found out that the Blue Angels were going to perform in Twin Falls, I had to go. It had been years since I've seen them, in fact I think it was the Thunderbirds that I saw last. I don't even know when that was. Anyways, I can remember dreaming of being a fighter pilot. And this last weekend most definitely reminded me of that. Don't know why I never went into the Air Force, life, I guess. Maybe it was just a fantasy of mine, but nevertheless, I still love fighter planes. I took the kids down with me to experience it themselves. My son took to it instantly, in fact he wanted to ride every single plane he saw. Try explaining to a 3 year old why he can't take a ride in an F16 or F18! My daughter on the other hand could take it or leave it, meaning, she could really care if she was there or not. Guess she doesn't share the same enthusiasm of jets with me, that's okay! We were there from 10am to about 430pm. It was hot, but it was well worth it. Especially when the F16 took flight. We ran out of the airport air conditioning to see it, then my son started freaking out screaming. He's seen them at a distance, but never this close to where you could physically feel the afterburners shaking you. Guess it was too much for him. He wanted it to land so it would be over. I don't even know how much of the Blue Angels they saw, between them crying (due to being tired and hot-they flew last, of course) and begging to go home. I myself didn't get to fully take in the experience because I was trying to get them to stop crying and then my son fell on his elbows from leaning on the orange plastic fence and was bleeding. When one of the Blue Angels snuck up behind the crowd then hit the afterburners once he was above us and flew over center point, it startled everyone and I missed out on the whole thing. Well, really only the taking in the experience part of it. You can't not miss that. At least I had a bag of skittles in my bag.  That stopped the crying long enough to watch them fly, amazing what they do in those things.  I loved every minute of it, and I think the kids did too. They have been reenacting the air show since we left Sunday and asking when we can see them again. I am so happy they enjoyed it because as a child I loved it also, and still do to this day.  BTW, that is my picture taken from my piddly outdated digital camera.  Not bad, huh?  My timing was pretty good too.  You should see some of them, I got either the nose or the tail.  Quite funny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-4756270004663687682?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/4756270004663687682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=4756270004663687682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/4756270004663687682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/4756270004663687682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/07/visiting-childhood-again.html' title='Visiting Childhood Again'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SI9LnFSg8_I/AAAAAAAAAII/f7MaQ0iKHJU/s72-c/IMG_3433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-7962719659547515489</id><published>2008-07-21T11:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:21.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SITQq5uvn1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/T1h0Nrp8F5Q/s1600-h/bodyjam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SITQq5uvn1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/T1h0Nrp8F5Q/s320/bodyjam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225530903126581074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have found a new addiction! This past Saturday my husband and I were invited to the Y downtown to join in a class called Body Jam (choreographed dance) by some friends who teach it. Oh yeah! I can't stop thinking about it. What a rush and an incredible workout! I can't wait to go back and do it again. After body jam which is an hour, I was asked to stick around and do Body pump, also an hour (choreographed weightlifting to music for each muscle group-the whole body!). Of course I stayed. It is now Monday and I'm still aching. Typically my workouts have consisted of Tae Bo at home. It does get boring after awhile, hence why I had a block for about 3 months and wanted nothing to do with it. Now I have a new excitement for working out. I can't believe how much of a cardio workout Body Jam is. I have never sweated so bad, not even in an hour workout of Tae Bo, well maybe. But definitely not in the 30 minutes I'm used to doing at home. Now if only I can figure out a way to fit a Y membership into our poor non-existing budget so that our family has a wide array of stuff to do, oh and free swim lessons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, yesterday was a family reunion with my mom's side of the family. I was able to see cousins I haven't seen in who knows how many years. It was a lot of fun, very hot, too hot in fact. I wish we had all done a better job staying in contact with each other over the years. Anyways, it was great to see them and I hope that we see more of each other over the years. I have a great family on my mom's side and they're all a lot of fun to be around. Sad at how you forget that when so much time passes between visits. Hopefully the coming years we will all be closer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-7962719659547515489?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/7962719659547515489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=7962719659547515489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7962719659547515489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7962719659547515489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh Yeah!'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SITQq5uvn1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/T1h0Nrp8F5Q/s72-c/bodyjam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-1882344487562858380</id><published>2008-07-14T15:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:21.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmph, what to say, what to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SHvPidzF33I/AAAAAAAAAHg/qub7ws9W58E/s1600-h/life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SHvPidzF33I/AAAAAAAAAHg/qub7ws9W58E/s320/life.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222996383887646578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not much going on here. Typical lazy summer. Kids stay up way too late, sleep in late (that's a good thing), so do I (that's bad). Dog has found new ways to ruin the back yard, can't trust her inside alone and can't trust outside alone. I think she needs a friend. Not yet though, she's going to have to wait for somethings to fall into place. Lets see, have a mini family reunion this weekend. I get to see cousins I haven't seen anywhere from 5 years ago to 10+ years ago. Should be interesting. I finally decided to start working out again (it's been over 3 months). Finally got tired of the downward slope I was seeing in myself and after seeing the lbs melt off of my husband, well, that too was a huge motivator. It's only been the 4Th work out day so I still have to mentally prepare myself and give myself a little pep talk. That wall I hit over 3 months ago w/ my work outs was quite a dandy one! Kids are fine, being kids I guess. Most days they get along. My son I think finally got tired of being beat up on, so now we typically are on him for hitting sissy. My husband has also seen him sit on her to where she couldn't get up. He is 3 years younger and outweighs her. I actually am buying XS sizes in the boys section now. Unbelievable. He's a brute and she's controlling. Nice mix. I had a little talk with her today about not controlling other people and telling them how to play and what to say and telling others they're doing something wrong. I tried to get across the point to let people be who they "are" and to try encouraging them rather than running their lives. She's 6 and I'm having to have these talks. What else is going on in my life? The movie I've been waiting on for 3 years is finally releasing this Friday, that's right, The Dark Knight!!! Can't wait to see it in the movie theatre. Well, hope your days are more eventful than mine! One more thing before I leave.  Why the heck is it so difficult to find a good butter dish!!!!  I have been searching for a good one for months and have had no luck.  I just don't get it.  Well, have a good one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-1882344487562858380?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/1882344487562858380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=1882344487562858380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1882344487562858380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1882344487562858380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/07/hmmph-what-to-say-what-to-say.html' title='Hmmph, what to say, what to say'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SHvPidzF33I/AAAAAAAAAHg/qub7ws9W58E/s72-c/life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-7690236737845809752</id><published>2008-07-07T11:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:21.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaahhh, Parenthood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SHJUQajWsiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EfDIIq4793c/s1600-h/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SHJUQajWsiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EfDIIq4793c/s320/bike.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220327559058076194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday I came upon a new fear of parenthood, something that was there all the time but never faced, until yesterday of course.  We had hung out yesterday afternoon with some new friends in the making in our neighborhood, being exposed to a new culture and new food.  They are great people and I can't wait to get to know them better.  Anyway, they had also invited us over for the evening.  My husband said he was going to take his bike over there (back side of the park in our neighborhood) to see if we were still on for the evening.  I was upstairs when he left.  I heard the door to the garage open and I came downstairs only to find my daughter.  I asked where her brother was and she said he took his bike to find daddy.  I looked down the street where my husband went and then toward the street that leads out of the neighborhood to lake hazel.  No sign of my boy.  My instincts told me to take my bike and head towards the street out of the neighborhood.  Mother instincts were correct.  There was my boy heading toward Lake Hazel.  There is one more street in our neighborhood that crosses the street he was on before leaving the neighborhood.  He was in the middle of that little intersection and a car was coming.  Thankfully they weren't speeding like some people in this neighborhood, but they had to stop because my son was in the way.  Oh I was so mad at him and scared!  I marched his little behind home.  My husband was just getting home and I had to share what happened.  Now here is the funny part, the only funny part.  When we got inside, I quickly noticed he had ridden his bike w/o any pants or underwear on!  Classic!  All he had on was his helmet (at least he put that on) and a t-shirt.  Needless to say, we had a long talk w/ him why he is not to ride w/o mommy and daddy and not near any major streets.  He has also been grounded from his bike for awhile.  At 3 he just doesn't understand that he isn't invincible and that riding a bike has a lot of responsibility w/ it.  Oh we have entered a new stage of parenthood and my stress level has just increased all the more.  I often wonder how my parents did it because as a kid, danger just doesn't enter your mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-7690236737845809752?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/7690236737845809752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=7690236737845809752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7690236737845809752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7690236737845809752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/07/aaaahhh-parenthood.html' title='Aaaahhh, Parenthood'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SHJUQajWsiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EfDIIq4793c/s72-c/bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-8382584401696317563</id><published>2008-06-20T10:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:22.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SFvcqzGRJsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Va71_4BJQeE/s1600-h/family1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SFvcqzGRJsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Va71_4BJQeE/s320/family1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214003621440595650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, I just have to give great praise to the family I have in my life. My in-laws who have always been there, thank you. And today, my brother and sister-in-law. Today, I give you two all my love and all my thanks for being my family and really coming through as a family should when it counts. Tomorrow is my 30th birthday. To be quite honest I haven't really been looking forward to this birthday at all. I don't know why this one is so different and why I am struggling with this one. Maybe it is because at 30 I am wondering what exactly have I accomplished in my life. Thanks to my mother-in-law, I was reminded of how far my marriage has come in the last 8 years and the last 6 years I have been blessed with 2 children. Those are great accomplishments. Both my husband and I feel like this is the turning point in our lives. We have made some costly mistakes and what not in the past, and now we feel we have been placed where we are for a reason in a situation with ample opportunity to forever change our lives. That I give all my thanks to God, and for my family of course. Now that I have strayed some-what from my original reason to post this blog, I will get back to that.  As I have stated, my brother and sis-in-law really came through for me today. At the beginning of the week they told me they couldn't come the BBQ being held today for my husband and I to celebrate our 30th. Work schedules couldn't be changed. So they would come tomorrow. I was a little bummed, but I know they stick to their word and they would be here for my actual b-day. Well, this morning, I received a call from my mother saying that something last minute with my dad's job came up and they too would not be there. This news I took much harder and more personal. If any of you know my background and the struggles I have had in this area, you would know why this one upset me the most. Although growing up I was always taught that family always comes first, I also came to understand that there was a disclaimer attached (unspoken of course, but never-the-less, it was always there); work came first also. So this morning, in my eyes, once again, work got in the way without any regard to my feelings. I was told they would be here tomorrow, but I soon found out that I wouldn't be home all day because of some plans made for me weeks in advance (of course I don't know the details).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to my praise. My sis-in-law got the news right after I called my brother and told him. She got pretty upset (keep in mind she lives around my folks and sees a lot) and said that she wasn't going to let me have this BBQ w/o my side of the family there. So she called in sick for today and they are packing everything up and will be here for the BBQ and my day tomorrow! Right now there are not enough words for me to express my gratitude to them and how much this means to me. I'm tearing up even thinking about it now. And thanks for their quickness of pulling through when it matters, my mom will also be here (she's riding with them). I am sad that my dad won't be here today. I do know that what came up with the job was out of his hands, but if it were me and my children, believe me, I'd move the world. Don't get me wrong, I love my folks, they did an awesome job and I thank them. Everyone has their quirks though and now that I'm getting older, I'm finding what "I" believe in and what really matters to me. Family, and the little intricacies that come with them, no matter what, I will always do my darnedest to be there when it counts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-8382584401696317563?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/8382584401696317563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=8382584401696317563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/8382584401696317563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/8382584401696317563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/06/family.html' title='FAMILY'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SFvcqzGRJsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Va71_4BJQeE/s72-c/family1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-2284681856110870248</id><published>2008-06-16T10:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:23.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Father Like Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SJC19gdRMQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IENYzR9kvJA/s1600-h/IMG_3190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SJC19gdRMQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IENYzR9kvJA/s320/IMG_3190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228879235666489602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This last weekend I went to Twin Falls and then on to ID Falls to celebrate my grandmother's 89th Birthday with my family. Driving, even though your sitting, for some reason always zaps your energy. When a few of us girls got back from the store, we walked in the door to my aunts house and found my brother and his son like this, zonked! Little did they know we were snapping pictures of them. My lil' nephew absolutely loves his daddy! Anyone would know it if you were together with them. I can't believe that he'll be 1 in a little over a week. It seems just like yesterday I was in the hospital room w/ my brother and sis-law watching the birth of my lil' nephew. I thank her from the bottom of my heart for allowing me to be there and share in that moment. It is quite different being the observer than the one birthing. It in itself is a whole new experience and now I have that, since when I'm the one birthing, you don't get to see what's happening. While I was gone, my husband had our two kids. He is so good with them and keeping them active and taking them places. He took them hiking Saturday and they absolutely loved it. My son is a mini version of my husband. He loves the rock climbing, climbing what ever he can really, and just being outdoors. My son may have freckles from me, body build of my brother, humor like my brother, but he most definitely is his father's son.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-2284681856110870248?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/2284681856110870248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=2284681856110870248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/2284681856110870248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/2284681856110870248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/06/like-father-like-son.html' title='Like Father Like Son'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SJC19gdRMQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IENYzR9kvJA/s72-c/IMG_3190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-1926042663667156957</id><published>2008-06-11T17:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:23.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh where oh where have you gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SFBe2n3A-9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/GNC3vgWuXFg/s1600-h/summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SFBe2n3A-9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/GNC3vgWuXFg/s320/summer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210769061373344722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think in some previous post, months ago, I stated I was probably suffering from the winter blues or severe summer fever. Call it what you want. So here we are middle of June, my 3oth birthday just 10 days away (yikes), the 1st day of summer, and where in the world is summer? What is with this. I think that this year, I am a firm believer in weather affecting our moods. I know other things contribute, but man oh man, it has been quite depressing around here. I actually ran my heat today. My heat! Clouds, rain, cold weather, oh and don't forget 7 inches of snow off of I-84 in Oregon and snow advisory for McCall!!!!! Need I say more?! There is only one plus to all of this, my lack in working out and summer not here, at least I don't have to get into a swim suit or shorts for that matter. I have more time, or at least a little more time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-1926042663667156957?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/1926042663667156957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=1926042663667156957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1926042663667156957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1926042663667156957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-where-oh-where-have-you-gone.html' title='Oh where oh where have you gone...'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SFBe2n3A-9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/GNC3vgWuXFg/s72-c/summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-3713775569488385635</id><published>2008-06-10T09:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:23.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SE_s_RPLS9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/25MwSENBERY/s1600-h/bars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SE_s_RPLS9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/25MwSENBERY/s320/bars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210643865593924562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, my "evil one" finally got spayed on Sunday. The past two days have been great with her, she's actually been calm and has left the kids alone. Today she seems like she has fully recovered from the effects of anesthesia. So now it's a waiting game to see if spaying will actually help calm her a bit down the road. It was funny, when I went to pick her up and they give you all the instructions before taking her home, one of their instructions was like giving a bad kid constructive criticism. I felt like she got into trouble. My little Barley in trouble, no way! :) They told me that they "HIGHLY" recommend obedience training for her. The quotes and capitalization is to emphasise how it came across to me. I couldn't help but laugh inside. My poor 3rd child was too rowdy and now I'm getting instructions on how to remedy it. I know she needs obedience training, she's so smart, it will only make her that much better of a dog at home and around others. She may have her moments, but she really is a great dog! I know this is mean, but I wish I would have video taped her the day I brought her home. She kept swaying, her eyes couldn't focus for very long, and to add even more humor, I had them put a cone on her so she wouldn't lick the sutures. She kept running into things and even tripping over it in a sense. It's not as funny now, now she whips her head side to side with a lot of force until it flies off of her head. Gotta love dogs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-3713775569488385635?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/3713775569488385635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=3713775569488385635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/3713775569488385635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/3713775569488385635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/06/waiting-game.html' title='The Waiting Game'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SE_s_RPLS9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/25MwSENBERY/s72-c/bars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-1491486999492738944</id><published>2008-05-29T12:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:23.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Breaking Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SD8DH5UWExI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-uFnLPfiP8w/s1600-h/frontyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SD8DH5UWExI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-uFnLPfiP8w/s320/frontyard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205883128443704082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our yard is almost complete. Thanks to a lot of help from family and friends, our fence was completed in 1 day last weekend. Since then, my husband and I have been quite busy w/ our yard (front/back). The front is done (shrubs, rock, fixing grass thanks to the "Evil One" aka Barley) and now we have some rock hauling and french drains to do in the back, and we'll be done! I don't know if any of you have tried shoveling and hauling rock, let me just say it's tough work. It would be nice to just pay someone to do it, but from my experience (I did the front myself!), when the job is complete, there is a bit of pride in it. Anyway, that has been my week. It will be so nice to finally be done and then relax and enjoy the privacy of our new back yard. My next venture, painting! It never ends :) After asking if it was okay to purchase some paint here some time, my husband was quite nice in telling me that he absolutely will NOT be picking up a paint brush. That's okay, the projects are small anyways. Well, my back flower beds are calling my name, they're covered with weed barrier and waiting for rock! One quick side note of good news. I believe that something finally clicked in my son and he is finally fully potty trained! This will be his 3rd day of being dry. He has been doing it all himself, no help from mommy. Today is his first official day in underwear. I am so proud of him! He gets a little hot wheel everyday that he stays dry and once it's consistent (which I believe he pretty much is), he gets to go and pick out a big hot wheel set!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-1491486999492738944?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/1491486999492738944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=1491486999492738944' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1491486999492738944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1491486999492738944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-breaking-work.html' title='Back Breaking Work'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SD8DH5UWExI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-uFnLPfiP8w/s72-c/frontyard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-900410175169906581</id><published>2008-05-21T09:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:24.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EVILNESS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SDRE_mXgAtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ReAzK2fr12w/s1600-h/barley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SDRE_mXgAtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ReAzK2fr12w/s320/barley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202859328941327058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, that is my new nickname for our chocolate lab! She's on my black list right now and hasn't quite worked herself off of it. Let me preface this with how things have gone since Friday. My son hasn't quite gotten over some weird cough, the kind that if you get a coughing spell you throw up. Well, Friday after dinner we gave the kids some ice cream in "pink" ice cream cones. They started running around the house w/ daddy and yes, my son threw up all over the carpet in my front room. "PINK" ice cream cone, mind you, stains quickly. So I whipped out the steam cleaner and saved the carpet. Well, Saturday morning rolls around and my daughter is heading out w/ my husband to a teen focus car wash and can't find her sun hat. So I head up stairs to find it and hear something that just doesn't sound right. I came running downstairs and wished I wasn't seeing what I saw. I came closer and my fears were confirmed, Barley had decided to chew 2 holes in my carpet!!!! This house isn't even a year old. She even decided to eat the carpet fibers. It took me a while to realize that she was getting the carpet in the exact same spot that my son got sick on. She is lucky to be alive right now! Thankfully we have plenty of carpet left over from construction, but I haven't found any carpet adhesive yet and haven't mustered up the energy to fix it. PURE EVILNESS! She's seems to be on a streak for some reason. Well, my weekend didn't stop there, but I won't go on a complaining spree. So I'll leave it at that. Let me end with this, Barley, you are lucky you are so cute and have been for the most part a good dog!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-900410175169906581?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/900410175169906581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=900410175169906581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/900410175169906581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/900410175169906581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/05/evilness.html' title='EVILNESS!!!!'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SDRE_mXgAtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ReAzK2fr12w/s72-c/barley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-1621122308889901461</id><published>2008-05-14T16:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:24.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar Liar Pants on Fire!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SCtlG2XgAsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/67al2vhWoSg/s1600-h/caught1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SCtlG2XgAsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/67al2vhWoSg/s320/caught1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200361363077071554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was trying to think of something to write on all day and thanks to my lovely daughter, she provided it for me!  So my 2 kids got these huge lolly pops at a birthday party.  This is only the second time I've allowed them to take some licks off of them.  My daughter chose the blueberry one, as you can clearly see in the picture.  I need to add a quick fact here, it has been quite some time that I have stopped my kids from sucking their fingers.  Took 1 day!  It has just been this last week or so that I have on rare occasions caught my daughter sucking hers again.  I am very quick to threaten adding that nasty polish on her fingers again, to which she quickly pulls them from her mouth.  Well, back to today.  After playing upstairs for a bit, my daughter came down stairs to sit next to me on the couch.  She started to ask for some cereal when I quickly noticed "BLUE" fingers.  I also noticed that they were the 2 fingers she would suck on.  I asked her point blank if she had been sucking on them and of course it was a no.  I started laughing and held up her hand.  There was no denying it anymore.  She gave a me little smirk and then I pulled the camera out, now I have proof!  Thanks sweetie for such a great picture!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-1621122308889901461?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/1621122308889901461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=1621122308889901461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1621122308889901461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1621122308889901461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/05/liar-liar-pants-on-fire.html' title='Liar Liar Pants on Fire!'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SCtlG2XgAsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/67al2vhWoSg/s72-c/caught1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-2601749754978715637</id><published>2008-05-12T14:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:24.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Ado About Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SCipiWXgAqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/E2bVFnEPOZ8/s1600-h/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SCipiWXgAqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/E2bVFnEPOZ8/s200/sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199592177384030882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't have time to really write anything, but thought I'd drop a quick note on my weekend. There seems to be so much going on that my mind is forgetting simple things. Crazy. Friday we had some new friends over for a BBQ. Really cute couple and a lot of fun. They are recently married and moved here from Lynchburg, VA. Hey what do you know. Anyway, their happy to meet a couple that has something in common and "knows" the Boise area. It will be fun getting to know them. Saturday was a blur. From stopping by a Teen Focus car wash that my husband helped at, to a trip to Barnes and Noble (we messed up the times for the school book fair for my daughter, so to make it up we went to BN and bought her a book, dragons, who would have guessed). Then we had to get home because sod was being laid out back. Sunday, Mothers Day. I'll leave it at that. So here we are again, starting the crazy cycle for the week. Monday. Is it Friday yet? There are some things on the up and up.  Yeah!  For now I must go back to life as a stay at home mom and clean a few bathrooms, cook some cookies and lemon ricotta muffins and clean a downstairs so that we can host home teams tonight. Adios.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-2601749754978715637?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/2601749754978715637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=2601749754978715637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/2601749754978715637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/2601749754978715637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/05/much-ado-about-nothing.html' title='Much Ado About Nothing'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SCipiWXgAqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/E2bVFnEPOZ8/s72-c/sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-7729440265807761857</id><published>2008-05-08T14:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:24.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call me Mrs. Handywoman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SCNjXKb62sI/AAAAAAAAAFw/OVWbkQ5w9HE/s1600-h/toolbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SCNjXKb62sI/AAAAAAAAAFw/OVWbkQ5w9HE/s200/toolbox.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198107644505283266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't doubt myself very often when it comes to my abilities, although deep down there does lie a little doubt. There are some things I just don't attempt for fear of messing up, could be costly depending on the job. Although, yesterday I was quite pleased with myself. In fact, I even had to call my folks up and brag about it. I have been putting off a lot of things that needed to be done with my house not for fear of doing it, more than likely because of laziness. I don't know what got into me yesterday, but I am still amazed at myself. Without any help, I assembled and installed 2 ceiling fans! Some may say, that isn't a feat, but have you ever tried to install a ceiling fan? They are a pain in the you know what! I can see why some just pay to have someone else do it. My first attempt at such a job and successful. The kids are still excited over their new fans. Don't tell my husband, but the tools in the garage are truly mine. :) Well, I'm off to start on my next ceiling fan and bathroom fixture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-7729440265807761857?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/7729440265807761857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=7729440265807761857' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7729440265807761857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7729440265807761857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-call-me-mrs-handywoman.html' title='Just call me Mrs. Handywoman!'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SCNjXKb62sI/AAAAAAAAAFw/OVWbkQ5w9HE/s72-c/toolbox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-9210797072708998843</id><published>2008-05-07T09:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:25.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEDOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SCHQ7qb62qI/AAAAAAAAAFY/44IqodS_kaE/s1600-h/grass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SCHQ7qb62qI/AAAAAAAAAFY/44IqodS_kaE/s320/grass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197665168384514722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In all my married years, almost 8 to be exact, I have never had a backyard. Yes, I have lived in 2 previous homes that had yards, but let me clarify. Virginia doesn't know how to grow GRASS!! A very missed "luxury" while living there. Our yards were pretty much made up of crabgrass, weeds, rock, and clay. My poor kids! Anyway, with some unexpected funds helping, we are finally putting in our back yard in our new home. Today, they are clearing the field of weeds, leveling with top soil, and who knows what else. I can't wait! Soon there will be sprinklers, grass, a fence, and yes, FREEDOM and SANITY. My children are thrilled and even our dog peers out back with yearning eyes. Maybe when it's finished I'll post a picture of our first true backyard. I can see much BBQing, playing, planting, and a fire pit in our near future. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-9210797072708998843?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/9210797072708998843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=9210797072708998843' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/9210797072708998843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/9210797072708998843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/05/freedom.html' title='FREEDOM!'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SCHQ7qb62qI/AAAAAAAAAFY/44IqodS_kaE/s72-c/grass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-7843014025005231099</id><published>2008-05-06T09:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:25.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Color!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SCCCIPo31cI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HE2xXfOJ58c/s1600-h/paint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SCCCIPo31cI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HE2xXfOJ58c/s320/paint.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197297048134079938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, it has been decided that we will not be switching homes anytime soon. Thank the Lord for that on many many levels. My track record of moving is quite impressive, and I'm just thinking of my married years. You should hear about all the moves growing up. Anyway, we are currently undergoing a refinance which is huge for us. Opens up some breathing room. Since there is no move in the near future of a year or so, I am desperately wanting to make my home my own. I need COLOR! Right now it's the cheapest decorating tool and does so much for a room. But, I have a problem. My last endeavour of painting my old house in VA left a bad taste in my mouth. It was the whole idea of finishing a basement, won't go into too much detail. I'll just say it was a time I'd rather not look back on, too stressful. Anyway, now I cringe at the sight of a paint brush and roller. I'm really good at it, that's not the problem. I seem to have a block now, no motivation. Maybe I just need to buck up and do it. Start off small and maybe it won't be a problem. Who knows. Now that we're starting on our yard, yeah!!!!, I would like to add a little something to the inside. Maybe a visit to the good 'ole Home Depot and some color swatches might jump start a decorating job. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-7843014025005231099?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/7843014025005231099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=7843014025005231099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7843014025005231099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7843014025005231099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/05/color.html' title='Color!'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SCCCIPo31cI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HE2xXfOJ58c/s72-c/paint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-7088071402254333849</id><published>2008-05-01T10:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:25.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm Superman, Mommy!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SBnug9H0OII/AAAAAAAAAEw/2N6o3W-8loc/s1600-h/superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SBnug9H0OII/AAAAAAAAAEw/2N6o3W-8loc/s320/superman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195445895079147650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days of my "baby!"  He is a true little boy now and finding his own interests, no longer his sisters.  Not leaving behind Hot Wheels by any means, his new adventure, SUPERMAN.  He could watch a superman dvd over and over and not get bored with it.  But he's graduated from just watching it to "becoming" superman.  My couch cushions go flying and he rips off his shirt and starts to fly and flex his little muscles!  Apart from getting annoyed by constantly putting my couch back together 5+ times a day, I can't help but laugh.  When he's in the moment and I ask him to do something, he always replies with, "I'm not P*****, I'm Superman!"  I miss my little baby, but I'm enjoying seeing him grow up and become the boy that he is.  Now that he's starting to separate himself from his sister's interests, I am so amazed at how different the two of them are and how their little minds work.  They each have "their own" way about them.  It keeps my life interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-7088071402254333849?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/7088071402254333849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=7088071402254333849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7088071402254333849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7088071402254333849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-superman-mommy.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m Superman, Mommy!&quot;'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SBnug9H0OII/AAAAAAAAAEw/2N6o3W-8loc/s72-c/superman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-7245623011269226724</id><published>2008-03-28T18:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:25.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stained buns?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/R-2MwlOuUfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VSaNsCHTAic/s1600-h/yogurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/R-2MwlOuUfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VSaNsCHTAic/s320/yogurt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182953512428786162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, so I haven't blogged in awhile. Not really anything interesting going on lately, but today, stained buns. Yesterday my mother-in-law took my kiddos and I out to lunch and then onto TCBY. It's spring break and she wanted to spend some time with the kids. Anyway, my son decided to pick the most interesting and the brightest colored yogurt there was. Just looking at it disgusted me, but he liked it. Of course, this is the one day I don't have my camera in my purse. His mouth was every shade of the yogurt. He looked like a clown. It was quite cute, especially when I looked in the back seat to see him sleeping (while we waited for my mom to finish w/ a dr's appt). Here he is, sound asleep, stained mouth, and holding a green balloon that he got from Red Robbin. Classic!  Anyways, just moments ago he came to me wanting his pants changed because he pooped in them, failing to go to the potty like we've been practicing. I couldn't believe my eyes when I pulled the diaper back to check to see if he was telling me the truth. Greenish/blue!!! Not only was that weird, but his little buns are stained blue. It took me awhile to run through my head what he'd eaten and then it donned on me, TCBY!! It may have taken a full 24hrs to process, but it showed up in all it's glory! They should ban that yogurt. To stain my child's buns, I don't even want to know what kind of dye was used to achieve such a feat!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-7245623011269226724?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/7245623011269226724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=7245623011269226724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7245623011269226724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7245623011269226724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2008/03/stained-buns.html' title='Stained buns?!'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/R-2MwlOuUfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VSaNsCHTAic/s72-c/yogurt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-2972657048702494208</id><published>2007-12-06T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:25.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still no time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/R1hswh-4VmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5iMW6-roFDw/s1600-h/clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/R1hswh-4VmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5iMW6-roFDw/s320/clock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140978555655050850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it has been over a month! For me, there truly is not enough time in a day. Life is a lot busier here for me than in VA. My schedule is usually pretty much booked as much as I want it to be booked. Constantly trying to keep up w/ bills, cleaning, laundry, and such. The holidays are making that even harder right now, as usual. Oh and yeah, our newest addition to the family! She's cute, brown, furry, and has 4 legs. Yes, that would be a little 9week chocolate lab, Barley!! It is like having a 3rd kid, yes probably easier than really having a 3rd, but still. I can't get anything done. Potty training! Yeah. I should be potty training my son, but can't put full attention on that, I don't fully trust lil' Barley just yet. I'm not completely ignoring my son's potty training, we are trying, just not pure, uninterrupted attention. Oh yeah, after his bath last night I asked him if he needed to go and he got his stuff on the toilet and went pee! Awesome!! He was pretty excited and so were we. Can't wait to drop that expense. Anyway, got stuff to do while Barley is in her kennel for trying to eat a christmas ball ornament, that could have ended badly. A picture of her will follow here sometime, hopefully sooner than later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-2972657048702494208?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/2972657048702494208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=2972657048702494208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/2972657048702494208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/2972657048702494208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/12/still-no-time.html' title='Still no time'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/R1hswh-4VmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5iMW6-roFDw/s72-c/clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-1170594978848458902</id><published>2007-11-01T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:26.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaaack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RypLjCEkKQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oANDPSksh28/s1600-h/new+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RypLjCEkKQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oANDPSksh28/s320/new+house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127994190938253570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick run down since last post.  Moved to ID summer '07, lived w/ in-laws for 4 months, and now, we finally have moved into our new home.  Life has been crazy, feels like we went from 0mph to 100mph since moving to ID.  I couldn't be happier though.  This post is short and sweet, I promise I will start to make this a daily ritual again, but for right now I have some more "organizing" to do in my new home.  It seems like it never ends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-1170594978848458902?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/1170594978848458902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=1170594978848458902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1170594978848458902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1170594978848458902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-baaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaack!'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RypLjCEkKQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oANDPSksh28/s72-c/new+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-5804507616288144189</id><published>2007-06-15T12:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:26.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faux Hawk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RnLgDseZ3mI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Y2VPcn7Skmo/s1600-h/faux+hawk+June2007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RnLgDseZ3mI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Y2VPcn7Skmo/s320/faux+hawk+June2007+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076366084082884194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RnLf38eZ3lI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vILMMLMciRk/s1600-h/faux+hawk+June2007+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RnLf38eZ3lI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vILMMLMciRk/s320/faux+hawk+June2007+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076365882219421266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we decided to cut my son's lovely locks off and gave him a faux hawk.  He looks like a grown up boy now and I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-5804507616288144189?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/5804507616288144189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=5804507616288144189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/5804507616288144189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/5804507616288144189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/06/faux-hawk.html' title='Faux Hawk'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RnLgDseZ3mI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Y2VPcn7Skmo/s72-c/faux+hawk+June2007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-7590174332723298614</id><published>2007-06-15T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:27.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAOS, we know each other</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RnLeMMeZ3iI/AAAAAAAAADg/LCKEWkYCYOw/s1600-h/moving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RnLeMMeZ3iI/AAAAAAAAADg/LCKEWkYCYOw/s320/moving.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076364031088516642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so yeah, still here, barely!!! 2 months have gone by. I have incredible reasons. Won't go into that though. Anyway, with what little time I have to be goofing off right now, HOUSE IS SOLD!!! Pray for home inspection and appraisal, but all is good. We leave the 21st so I'll be seeing you sometime the week of the 25th from my new home, Boise. Phil has to fly back on the 27th and sign at the closing on the 28th, then works one more shift and drives, again, that first Monday in July. I have to say I have gotten to know "CHAOS" very well, we're buddies right now. My kids are still alive, even though they may hate me right now, but there is light at the end of the tunnel and we're running toward it. This ordeal is almost over! Thank you Lord for guidance, stamina to keep moving forward when chaos and stress hit the fan, and the open doors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-7590174332723298614?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/7590174332723298614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=7590174332723298614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7590174332723298614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7590174332723298614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/06/chaos-we-know-each-other.html' title='CHAOS, we know each other'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RnLeMMeZ3iI/AAAAAAAAADg/LCKEWkYCYOw/s72-c/moving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-6192380283566045661</id><published>2007-04-21T07:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T07:27:56.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here</title><content type='html'>I don't know if anyone even checks my blog anymore.  I wouldn't blame you.  It has been quite awhile since I've posted.  This is just a quick note to let everyone know I'm still here, but very busy.  We're in the middle of trying to sell our house by owner, looking for homes in ID, finishing a basement, all the while, taking care of 2 little ones and working jobs.  Sorry I haven't posted, but I just haven't had the time.  Will update everyone on the news here, when there is any new news to share.  Just pray for a quick sale, this is very hard on the kids and stressful for us all.  Trying to keep a clean house at all times is almost impossible and they just don't understand why it is so important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-6192380283566045661?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/6192380283566045661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=6192380283566045661' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/6192380283566045661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/6192380283566045661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/04/still-here.html' title='Still here'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-2044967627862958512</id><published>2007-03-26T10:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T11:00:36.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Salsa Chicken over Rice</title><content type='html'>Prep time = 15min&lt;br /&gt;Cook time = 15min&lt;br /&gt;Stand time = 5min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 C cooked white rice, kept warm&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbs Vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;1 lb boneless, skinless chicken breast halves, cut into strips&lt;br /&gt;1 medium onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 sm red bell pepper, sliced&lt;br /&gt;1 jar (16oz) salsa&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C (2oz) shredded Mexican-blend cheese&lt;br /&gt;Sour cream (optional)&lt;br /&gt;Chopped fresh cilantro (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat oil in large skillet over medium-heat. Add chicken, onion, &amp; bell pepper; cook, stirring occasionally, for 10-12 minutes or until chicken is no longer pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir in salsa; bring to a boil. Remove from heat; sprinkle w/ cheese. Cover; let stand for 5 minutes or until cheese is melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve over rice. Garnish w/ sour cream &amp; cilantro. Makes 4 servings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per serving: 363 calories, 10g total fat (3g sat fat), 78mg chol, 986mg sodium, 34g total carb, 1g fiber, 5g sugars, 32g protein.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-2044967627862958512?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/2044967627862958512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=2044967627862958512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/2044967627862958512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/2044967627862958512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/03/salsa-chicken-over-rice.html' title='Salsa Chicken over Rice'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-6830450640675854398</id><published>2007-03-23T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:27.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What sustains me at this moment in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RgSBtBrG7JI/AAAAAAAAADY/F48Ez8aR4uk/s1600-h/verse0607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RgSBtBrG7JI/AAAAAAAAADY/F48Ez8aR4uk/s320/verse0607.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045300093105138834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 55:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For as the heavens are higher than the earth, &lt;br /&gt;So are My ways higher than your ways&lt;br /&gt;And My thoughts than you thoughts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is crazy at this very moment and it all began several weeks ago. Ironically it began on a day in which I didn't feel settled inside (a good unsettled), I felt like something big was going to be taking place and God was saying "HOLD ON". So much had happened the weeks prior and my husband and I were wondering what was going on. One day, I happened to read my home page when I sign on to the internet and this was the bible verse. I looked the verse up in my Charles Stanley Life Principles bible and re-read the verse. My fingers happened to to be holding some other pages and when I turned to them it was on his Life Principle #14 God acts on behalf of those who wait for Him. I sat in awe, it is what I needed to read. It was days before I knew what the unsettled excitement ("Sit down and hold on" feeling) was all about. Here we are now, just a few weeks from those moments, in the process of finishing our basement to sell it quickly and move back home to ID by July. Crazy!!! It is every day that my husband and I are taking steps of faith for this move. I won't lie, there are days where we just don't understand what is going on and how it's all going to work (there are many details in this decision). But there is never a day where there is no peace with the decision to still go at this time. That brings me back to why Isaiah 55:9 is what I hold onto everyday. I don't know what the details are and what God is doing right now, but I trust Him. And just to add, never in my heart, did I think that the changes that have taken place within my husband (wanting to move back, etc.)would take place. God is amazing and He has done some unbelievable work within my husband in several areas, including me. That is my thought for today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-6830450640675854398?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/6830450640675854398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=6830450640675854398' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/6830450640675854398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/6830450640675854398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-sustains-me-at-this-moment-in-my.html' title='What sustains me at this moment in my life'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RgSBtBrG7JI/AAAAAAAAADY/F48Ez8aR4uk/s72-c/verse0607.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-1883834323561039335</id><published>2007-03-23T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T19:11:40.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Literally, 1 dish meal</title><content type='html'>From the kitchen of my bro's wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if there is a name for this, she likes to experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;4-5 Chicken breasts (thawed or frozen if you're really lazy-like us:) )&lt;br /&gt;Garlic Salt&lt;br /&gt;Pepper&lt;br /&gt;Ground Sage&lt;br /&gt;Shredded Cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 Can Cream of Chicken Soup&lt;br /&gt;1 box Low-Sodium Chicken Stove Top Stuffing&lt;br /&gt;1 Can Chicken broth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place chicken breasts in baking dish, season to your liking. Sprinkle shredded cheese on top of chicken breasts, amount depends on you. Spoon entire can of cream of chicken soup on top of chicken breasts, straight from can. Meanwhile, in separate bowl add stuffing and 1 can of chicken broth, microwave for 2 minutes. Spoon stove top mix on top of chicken mixture and place in oven on 375 degrees for an hour, or until chicken is cooked. I start with frozen breasts and cook in 390 degree oven for approx an hour and 15-20 minutes. Then I serve it next to steamed broccoli. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-1883834323561039335?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/1883834323561039335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=1883834323561039335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1883834323561039335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1883834323561039335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/03/literally-1-dish-meal.html' title='Literally, 1 dish meal'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-6557395030184632353</id><published>2007-03-17T08:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T08:22:29.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Fish 2 Fish</title><content type='html'>A few days ago we mourned the loss of the family's first pet. Yes, Nemo passed away late one night after a long day of struggling to stay alive. There was no question that he would be replaced, and quickly! The following morning I sat my daughter down and explained. I decided not to lie and gave her the whole truth. She took it quite well and was more than excited to get a new fish (Nemo's memory was already gone). So now we have Nemo Jr. Both kids are happy and that's what matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-6557395030184632353?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/6557395030184632353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=6557395030184632353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/6557395030184632353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/6557395030184632353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/03/1-fish-2-fish.html' title='1 Fish 2 Fish'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-2095663018712953277</id><published>2007-03-12T08:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:27.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Italian Baked Chicken and Pastina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RfVlwnEveAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gE6hUAMg0Ms/s1600-h/baked+chkn+pastina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RfVlwnEveAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gE6hUAMg0Ms/s320/baked+chkn+pastina.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041047243708135426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy Giada De Laurentiis "Everyday Italian"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1 C pastina pasta (or any small pasta)&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbs olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C cubed chicken breast (1" cubes)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C diced onion (abt 1/2 a sm onion)&lt;br /&gt;1 clove garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 (14.5 oz) can diced tomatoes w/ juice&lt;br /&gt;1 C shredded mozzarella&lt;br /&gt;1/4 C chopped fresh flat-leaf parsley&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp kosher salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp freshly ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/4 C bread crumbs&lt;br /&gt;1/4 C grated Parmesan&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbs butter, plus more for buttering the baking dish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;Preheat the oven to 400 degrees F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring a medium pot of salted water to a boil over high heat. Add the pasta and cook until just tender, stirring occasionally, about 5 minutes. Drain pasta into a large mixing bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, put the olive oil in a medium saute pan over medium heat. Add the chicken and cook for 3 minutes. Add the onions and garlic, stirring to combine, and cook until the onions are soft and the chicken is cooked through, about 5 minutes more. Put the chicken mixture into the bowl with the cooked pasta. Add the canned tomatoes, mozzarella cheese, parsley, salt, and pepper. Stir to combine. Place the mixture in a buttered 8x8x2" baking dish. In a small bowl mix together the bread crumbs and the Parmesan cheese. Sprinkle over the top of the pasta mixture. Dot the top w/ small bits of butter. Bake until the top is golden brown, about 30 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-2095663018712953277?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/2095663018712953277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=2095663018712953277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/2095663018712953277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/2095663018712953277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/03/italian-baked-chicken-and-pastina.html' title='Italian Baked Chicken and Pastina'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RfVlwnEveAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gE6hUAMg0Ms/s72-c/baked+chkn+pastina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-3750797218336702618</id><published>2007-03-12T08:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:28.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broiled Zucchini &amp; Potatoes w/ Parmesan Crust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RfVjUnEvd_I/AAAAAAAAADI/OtcsYcXkr0k/s1600-h/zucchini+%26+pot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RfVjUnEvd_I/AAAAAAAAADI/OtcsYcXkr0k/s320/zucchini+%26+pot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041044563648542706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy Giada De Laurentiis "Everyday Italian"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;4 sm new potatoes (red or white, about 1.5" diameter)&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbs butter&lt;br /&gt;1 clove garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp chopped fresh thyme leaves (I used dried, cut amt in half)&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp chopped fresh rosemary leaves (used dried, cut amt in half)&lt;br /&gt;2 sm zucchini, cut in 1/2 lengthwise (abt 1" wide x 5" long)&lt;br /&gt;Pinch kosher salt &amp; freshly ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/4 C grated Parmesan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;Bring a medium pot of water to a boil over high heat. Add the potatoes and cook until just tender, about 8-10 minutes. Drain the potatoes and let cool. When cool, cut the potatoes in half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place a medium saute pan over medium heat. Add the butter, garlic, thyme &amp; rosemary and let cook until the butter melts, about 2 minutes. Meanwhile, season the cut sides of the zucchini and potatoes w/ salt and pepper. Carefully place the zucchini and potatoes cut side down in the melted butter. Let them cook until golden brown, about 12-15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat the broiler. Line a baking sheet w/ foil. Place the browned zucchini &amp; potatoes on the baking sheet cut side up. Sprinkle the tops w/ the Parmesan. Place in the broiler until the cheese is golden brown, about 4 minutes. Transfer to a plate and serve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-3750797218336702618?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/3750797218336702618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=3750797218336702618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/3750797218336702618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/3750797218336702618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/03/broiled-zucchini-potatoes-w-parmesan.html' title='Broiled Zucchini &amp; Potatoes w/ Parmesan Crust'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RfVjUnEvd_I/AAAAAAAAADI/OtcsYcXkr0k/s72-c/zucchini+%26+pot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-7638429562940720289</id><published>2007-03-11T09:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:28.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RfQkxXEvd-I/AAAAAAAAADA/3NFtNjGyzTs/s1600-h/spilled+oj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RfQkxXEvd-I/AAAAAAAAADA/3NFtNjGyzTs/s400/spilled+oj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040694313360521186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have to write about this. I can laugh about it today, but yesterday I wasn't. This is a short version of my day yesterday. Woke up, getting ready, my daughter comes upstairs telling me she was sorry for the accident in the kitchen. So I proceeded downstairs to find orange juice all over the floor, my kitchen mat, fridge, and cupboards. Later that day I go and get my son from his nap. Walk into his room and he's sitting in his crib with his legs hanging out over the edge. I can tell he has a poopy diaper the moment the door opens. I notice the rocking chair moved and his crib, while fixing those I look at him and realize he has no diaper on. The poopy diaper is in the middle of the floor and he's sitting on his freshly cleaned crib sheet with a poopy bum (removing own diaper, sure sign it's time to potty train-officially). So I clean that up,throw bedding into laundry and him in the tub. Thankfully it didn't get anywhere else. After that ordeal, I decide to work out. The kids are working out with me and the next thing I notice my son is crying and my daughter is saying sorry. He calms down and I proceed to work out. Then I notice a spot on my couch pillow, upon turning the lights on, I realize it's blood. My daughter accidentally ran into my son giving him a bloody nose. Blood on my couch, blood on his clean shirt, blood on his freshly cleaned Tonton (stuffed bear). So I had to take care of that. Then finally it was dinner time. My hubby showed up with 2 of his boys from the home while I was getting dinner for the kids. Gave my daughter her plate, next thing I hear is "Oops, Sorry." I turn to look and she had spilled her green applesauce all over the floor (carpet). Nice. My hubby took care of that thankfully. So that was my day. Never ending accidents. Those types of days are few and far between. They're no fun in the midst of it, but looking back, I can't help but laugh. Kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-7638429562940720289?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/7638429562940720289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=7638429562940720289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7638429562940720289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7638429562940720289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RfQkxXEvd-I/AAAAAAAAADA/3NFtNjGyzTs/s72-c/spilled+oj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-510000155033695471</id><published>2007-03-11T08:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T09:26:27.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/1016625691027909568fRctTaBSxW"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb28.webshots.com/1755/1016625691027909568S200x200Q85.jpg" alt="Cup of Coffee, Milan Duomo, under the rain"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning with the light coming in the window nice and bright. You can feel spring! I love it. I looked at my clock and thought 830am, not too bad, kids aren't even awake. Then I realized it was actually 930am, I completely forgot to set my clocks ahead. Whoops! Still a good morning though. Today should be in the 60s, a great day to finally whip out the scented bubbles my daughter wanted and go outside and blow them. We've had a lot of wind and not so warm temps for awhile. Things are finally taking a turn. Now if only I could muster up the energy to finally wash my car. Garages aren't too popular around here in VA so your car is exposed all year long, and with the amount of rain we get, it's impossible to keep your car clean. Needless to say, my cars paint in chipping. If we decide to keep the thing, that will definitely be a paint job for the future. Well, tune in for tomorrow. I tried out a new recipe from Everyday Italian (Food Network) and it was awesome! Easy to make, cheap, and great tasting. I'll post it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-510000155033695471?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/510000155033695471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=510000155033695471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/510000155033695471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/510000155033695471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-2535155539897480029</id><published>2007-03-05T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T20:03:42.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stromboli</title><content type='html'>Recipe given from close friends w/ Italian background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 frozen loaves of Rhodes bread (white), or pizza dough recipe (enough for 2) or pre-made dough you can buy at the store&lt;br /&gt;10 thin slices of VA Baked ham (or equivalent)&lt;br /&gt;10 thin slices of hard salami&lt;br /&gt;10 thin slices of provolone cheese&lt;br /&gt;10 thin slices of mozzarella cheese&lt;br /&gt;Mustard&lt;br /&gt;Oregano&lt;br /&gt;Butter-room temp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll each loaf or each pizza dough out to form long rectangle (usually the length of a cookie sheet) and wide enough to fold top over ingredients (usually ends up the width of a loaf of french bread). Spread thin layer of mustard on bottom half of dough and sprinkle oregano over mustard. Lay down a layer of 5 pieces of VA ham over mustard/oregano, then provolone, then hard salami, followed by mozzarella. Fold top over and roll bottom dough over top to form a lip and pinch shut. Spread thin layer of butter on top and place on lightly greased cookie sheet. Bake at 375 degrees for approx 15 min or until lightly golden brown. Remove from oven and cut width wise (usually can get approx 6 good size pieces). Recipe makes 2 long loaves of Stromboli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've added green peppers, onions, and olives to mine before. You can add whatever you like or just keep to original recipe, all is good. Marinara is a good dipping sauce also. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-2535155539897480029?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/2535155539897480029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=2535155539897480029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/2535155539897480029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/2535155539897480029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/03/stromboli.html' title='Stromboli'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-7015997936100140328</id><published>2007-03-04T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T08:33:33.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A glimpse of my morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/1486937901038636428YPNgQN"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb59.webshots.com/570/1486937901038636428S200x200Q85.jpg" alt="View of Sun Rise from Cooley Home4_Bean Field3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this seems so choppy, but have you ever noticed that when your busy or concentrating, your kids love distracting you? I've been bombarded this whole time. Today is my daughter's 5th birthday and all morning she's been asking to buy a stuffed snake toy. Why? I have no idea. I have a daughter who is more interested in dinosaurs and reptiles than girly things (not that I'm complaining-in fact I was the same, not girly in any way). My son, straight up CLOWN who loves cars! He just turned 2 about a week ago and I can't believe how much of his personality is coming out. He's hilarious. I think he's going to take after his father's personality. I love my kids, their both goof balls with a lot of spunk. They can be very frustrating and draining too, but their mine and I wouldn't have it any other way! Sadly my hubby is working today and can't be with us on our daughter's birthday, so we will officially celebrate it tomorrow. I will be treating her to something today though. Not sure what, but I will. I guess that means I should probably finish getting ready. Some days I wish I had someone to do my makeup and hair. Wouldn't that be nice! Then I could just sit back and enjoy my cup of coffee without it getting cold and me having to reheat it about 3 times. By that time I forget to finish it, brush my teeth, then when I realize my cup is still half full with a "good" cup of coffee, I dump it. What a waste. Well, hope today is a beautiful day for everyone. I'm off to the factory to make myself over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-7015997936100140328?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/7015997936100140328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=7015997936100140328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7015997936100140328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7015997936100140328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/03/glimpse-of-my-morning.html' title='A glimpse of my morning'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-9099282585885594529</id><published>2007-02-22T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T12:41:19.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Crescent Pockets</title><content type='html'>These have been a hit for everyone I've made them for. Recipe was given to me from a family here in VA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 oz cream cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbs butter, softened &lt;br /&gt;Cooked chicken, diced (for this recipe I use 2 chkn breasts, boiled in chkn bouillon &amp; spices)&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbs milk&lt;br /&gt;Salt, Pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbs chopped onion&lt;br /&gt;1 (8oz) can refrigerated crescent rolls&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbs butter (melted)&lt;br /&gt;Seasoned bread crumbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees.  Blend cream cheese &amp; 2 Tbs softened butter.  Add diced chicken, milk, salt, pepper, &amp; onion.  Mix well.  Separate crescent rolls into 4 rectangles, pressing seams together so that it won't split down the middle.  Put chicken mixture in center of each rectangle.  Fold rectangle in half and seal edges to make pocket.  Brush each pocket with the melted butter and then top with seasoned bread crumbs.  Bake at 350 degrees on ungreased cookie sheet for 20-25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes 4 chicken pockets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-9099282585885594529?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/9099282585885594529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=9099282585885594529' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/9099282585885594529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/9099282585885594529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/02/chicken-crescent-pockets.html' title='Chicken Crescent Pockets'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-2846055332599164857</id><published>2007-02-22T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T12:29:47.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here</title><content type='html'>Sorry for such the long delays in posting.  It's been very hard getting back into the swing of things since returning home last week, on top of still being sick and my son.  Plus I've had nothing positive and uplifting to talk about this past week.  Anyway, above I thought I'd post a really good recipe that I was asked to share.  Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-2846055332599164857?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/2846055332599164857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=2846055332599164857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/2846055332599164857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/2846055332599164857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/02/still-here.html' title='Still here'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-1814272226682184107</id><published>2007-02-16T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T14:35:51.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time</title><content type='html'>Okay, it has been about a month since I've posted.  I took a trip w/ my kids for 3 weeks and just returned this last Tues.  I'm still trying to recoup, it's taking much longer since I've been really sick.  In fact my 2 kids are also sick.  Just wanted to let everyone know we made it home safely, now we just need to get over our colds, which is taking too long.  I'll be back when I have more energy.  Love to all and thank you for a wonderful time in ID.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-1814272226682184107?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/1814272226682184107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=1814272226682184107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1814272226682184107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1814272226682184107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-3096340502561641043</id><published>2007-01-22T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T13:10:27.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This will be very very short, for I don't have a lot of time.  My anxiety is building and I'm trying to keep my breaths long and deep.  I can feel my pulse increase.  Tomorrow I leave for ID w/ my 2 little ones, no help.  I don't know why I'm so anxious about the whole thing.  I know God will be there tomorrow the whole way and I know that I'll bear down and just do it.  It's almost like survival mode, the stronger part of me just takes over with out even being asked.  Anyway, I'm just looking forward to getting there and seeing everyone.  Pray for me and my little ones and we'll see you soon.  Now I have to go and start packing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-3096340502561641043?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/3096340502561641043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=3096340502561641043' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/3096340502561641043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/3096340502561641043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/01/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go!'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-6306719251841755237</id><published>2007-01-19T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:28.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RbFJqEnYWLI/AAAAAAAAACk/pykBP_FYlhE/s1600-h/mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RbFJqEnYWLI/AAAAAAAAACk/pykBP_FYlhE/s320/mirror.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021876046637062322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just finished watching Dr. Phil today and the topic of young mothers who want questions asked about baby. On the show today were mothers who had bonding issues with their child and the anger they felt toward them when they threw tantrums to when to feed your child solids. Also on the show to help were a series of Dr's. The "Sears" family of doctors. At the end of the show, it turned out the only story I was interested in was the first. A mother who went through post-partum but wasn't advised on it, had bonding problems with her child and feelings of anger and resentment toward them (the child being 3 now). The daughter is constantly throwing a tantrum or screaming. A high stress situation for any parent. In the few moments that this mother was on, the doctors advice was "mirror" to your daughter. In other words, don't get angry and frustrated, that only brings out more frustration with your child. Try looking through your child's eyes and how they would want to see you react. It doesn't mean giving in, it just means keeping your cool and portraying positive behaviors and letting them know that they are fine and so on and so on. That is one thing I really struggle with especially w/ my daughter. I'm quick to anger and the funny thing is, it makes matters worse. Spanking doesn't work on her either(Dr's also said spanking doesn't usually make a difference w/ strong willed children-which I'm so "blessed" to have a very strong willed child who I'm still trying to figure out). I have to constanty work on keeping my cool and allowing my daughter to not push my buttons. Stay calm and collected. It's very hard to do, but very necessary. The rest of the show, I didn't agree w/ a thing the Dr's said, but hey, that's my opinion. The stategies my husband and I have used with our children in certain areas worked for us. Anyway, after watching this show, I then see my son crawling into the dryer. Of course I'm on it and tell him no, then my cell rings and I'm speaking with a friend. In the back ground I hear a muffled scream. I come out of the kitchen to see my son in the dryer and my daugher sitting in front of it after shutting the door behind him. Perfect time to not jump to shear anger and calmly explain why we don't close the dryer door and what she should do if baby brother goes near the dryer again. Lovely day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-6306719251841755237?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/6306719251841755237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=6306719251841755237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/6306719251841755237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/6306719251841755237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/01/mirror-mirror.html' title='Mirror Mirror'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RbFJqEnYWLI/AAAAAAAAACk/pykBP_FYlhE/s72-c/mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-8047677302592627618</id><published>2007-01-18T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T08:00:40.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My posts are so sporadic. I have a really good excuse for this last week. I've been sick, thanks to the little people! I'm doing much better today, thanks to lots of praying, zycam, airborne, green tea, sudafed, echinacea, advil, lemon &amp; honey drink, I think that's all. So yeah. Now comes the part of my week where I have to get a lot done before this coming Tues. It's a lot of work to get ready to leave for 3 weeks w/ 2 kids. Not only do I have to get things ready for the 3 of us, but I also have to have certain things prepared for my husband who is staying home. I'm getting more nervous each day thinking about flying alone w/ my 2 kids. I pray they are little angels for the whole day. It's going to be a very long one. I'm very excited to see family, at the same time I'm saddened about being apart from my husband for 3 weeks. Bitter-sweet I guess. Well, when I have more time today and have access again to our 1 computer, I'll post again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-8047677302592627618?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/8047677302592627618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=8047677302592627618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/8047677302592627618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/8047677302592627618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/01/busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-2425468149507608489</id><published>2007-01-15T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:29.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RavtgknYWKI/AAAAAAAAACY/-zGfJ0GFuGQ/s1600-h/bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RavtgknYWKI/AAAAAAAAACY/-zGfJ0GFuGQ/s320/bus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020367353474996386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, this is the only thing so far that I can't stand about my daughter being in school. We're constantly getting sick! Less than 2 mo ago we all just got over being sick and now we have it again. It's funny, Anneliese always is the first, then Peyton, then me. My husband hardly ever gets it, he says it's because he's not afraid of getting dirty and having to sanitize all the time. Whatever. My routine, zycam and airborne (&amp; a vitamin) everyday all day. I leave in 1 week and the last thing I need is to be sick w/ 2 sick kids on an airplane w/ no help. Dropping my daughter off this morning, a little reminder was waiting for me in her cubby. Kindergarten pre-registration next month. 5 years, where did they go? I cannot believe that she will be in school next fall. My first born is beginning her school career. I'm a little saddened, but at the same time excited for her. She'll love it. She may only just be entering kindergarten and I still have 13 yrs with her before college, but time is flying by and it's scary. The first 5 years of her life seem to almost be a blur. All those parents before me, I fully understand what you meant. I plan on making a ton of memories and enjoying every minute. Well, I just read my sister-in-law's latest blog and now I need a coffee. Time to go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-2425468149507608489?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/2425468149507608489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=2425468149507608489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/2425468149507608489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/2425468149507608489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/01/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RavtgknYWKI/AAAAAAAAACY/-zGfJ0GFuGQ/s72-c/bus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-5112055447730056118</id><published>2007-01-15T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:29.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping on the band-wagon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RavY-EnYWJI/AAAAAAAAACM/JIPNOUOOZUQ/s1600-h/wagon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RavY-EnYWJI/AAAAAAAAACM/JIPNOUOOZUQ/s320/wagon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020344770536954002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a quick post to let you all know that my husband has joined the bloggers!  You can read him at www.myowntrivialpursuit.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-5112055447730056118?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/5112055447730056118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=5112055447730056118' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/5112055447730056118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/5112055447730056118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/01/jumping-on-band-wagon.html' title='Jumping on the band-wagon'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RavY-EnYWJI/AAAAAAAAACM/JIPNOUOOZUQ/s72-c/wagon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-592273951383158269</id><published>2007-01-14T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:29.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vonage-SO COOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RapaXEnYWII/AAAAAAAAACA/a7iE9g7Inhk/s1600-h/vonage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RapaXEnYWII/AAAAAAAAACA/a7iE9g7Inhk/s200/vonage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019924087080245378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, so for the first time, we went over our cell minutes. Only reason, my hubby's new software job. Not only does he do a lot of sales calls, but he also does training and meetings via the internet and phone. Vonage. That's all I have to say. We just got it Friday. We don't have a land line nor do we want one. Best Buy was running a special on the start up kit which included the phone base router and a phone by V-tech which was $99 with a $100 mail in rebate. So we got it for free. Plus we got a $50 Best Buy gift card. So cool! Then we signed up for the unlimited local &amp; long dist. plan for $24.99/mo and we get the 1st mo free. You get all the cool features for call waiting, call forward, conference, etc..............(list goes on) and we can call several European countries for free! This is beginning to sound like a sales pitch. Oh well, I would definitely recommend this to anyone who hates local phone co and the price you pay. You can also travel w/ your vonage system. My hubby's already used it for a meeting and it worked great! Those he was in a meeting with said they could hear him better than when he's on his cell. Why we didn't get this earlier, I don't know. But the timing worked out great!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-592273951383158269?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/592273951383158269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=592273951383158269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/592273951383158269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/592273951383158269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/01/vonage-so-cool.html' title='Vonage-SO COOL'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RapaXEnYWII/AAAAAAAAACA/a7iE9g7Inhk/s72-c/vonage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-9052886241389528110</id><published>2007-01-13T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:30.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week from you know where...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RalOtknYWHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eNfmFfw_UVo/s1600-h/stress.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RalOtknYWHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eNfmFfw_UVo/s200/stress.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019629804511058034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talk about a week that I'd like to forget about. I think this last week has been the toughest week that I can remember ever having. Unfortunate things just piling up on each other. What in the world?!!!! First my stupid computer fails me and won't even boot (Lord please let me hard-drive be fine and all my digital photos), then cars are breaking down, then cell phones are way over limit... I couldn't take anymore. Add on monthly mood swings and disagreements with my husband and it was the icing on the cake! On the positive, the "disagreements" have been taken care of, love you Hun. Likewise, cell phone overage charges, taken care of, thank you LORD and someone else on our side. Computer, still no word, will be taking the hard-drive with me on my trip and praying that a friend can extract our data safe and sound. Oh please oh please, my entire digital memory is on that and not all of it was backed up. Lesson learned, again. You think it would only take once, but no. Thankfully I have some of it backed up, my main concern is my son's entire life is on digital and I can't remember backing it up, I ran out of space on my flash drive. The cars, who knows, I don't really want to go there right now. Anyway, I'm trying my hardest to keep my head up and trust that God will handle it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-9052886241389528110?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/9052886241389528110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=9052886241389528110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/9052886241389528110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/9052886241389528110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/01/week-from-you-know-where.html' title='A week from you know where...'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RalOtknYWHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eNfmFfw_UVo/s72-c/stress.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-1237910589868841172</id><published>2006-12-30T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:30.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RZbPG0ky4aI/AAAAAAAAABo/MCIDqx_Tmgo/s1600-h/clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RZbPG0ky4aI/AAAAAAAAABo/MCIDqx_Tmgo/s200/clouds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014422951222763938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pain and my cries have fallen on deaf ears&lt;br /&gt;Blocked by nothing but my own pride&lt;br /&gt;As the night silently creeps up on day&lt;br /&gt;So has bitterness on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Pain pierced all those I love and I was sightless&lt;br /&gt;Shattered and broken I now lay&lt;br /&gt;My very core exposed, nothing left hidden&lt;br /&gt;Truth fills my lungs and I can breathe&lt;br /&gt;Your hand holds mine and we walk on&lt;br /&gt;Piece by piece I will be molded&lt;br /&gt;The fog that buried me in aloneness&lt;br /&gt;Now fully lifted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright NLH 12/06&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-1237910589868841172?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/1237910589868841172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=1237910589868841172' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1237910589868841172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/1237910589868841172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-beginning_30.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RZbPG0ky4aI/AAAAAAAAABo/MCIDqx_Tmgo/s72-c/clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-7935423502796698139</id><published>2006-12-16T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:30.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the battle is on</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009317798475915650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RYSr_0ky4YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uIPaDrAMSXo/s200/B0000C0FBC_01_LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RYSsE0ky4ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/FOZn1OYnvzg/s1600-h/sugar-cookies-red-plate-med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009317884375261586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="143" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RYSsE0ky4ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/FOZn1OYnvzg/s200/sugar-cookies-red-plate-med.jpg" width="86" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My defense against the culprit. Why oh why do the holidays have to be filled with such goodies?!&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/36255307-7935423502796698139?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/7935423502796698139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=7935423502796698139' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7935423502796698139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/7935423502796698139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-battle-is-on_16.html' title='And the battle is on'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RYSr_0ky4YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uIPaDrAMSXo/s72-c/B0000C0FBC_01_LZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-2867037614698785613</id><published>2006-12-14T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:30.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RYG22Uda8zI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tswKmutyyvE/s1600-h/peppermint_mocha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008485304934003506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RYG22Uda8zI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tswKmutyyvE/s320/peppermint_mocha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I live for these (peppermint mocha and/or hot chocolate) every year!! I just can't get enough of them during the December month. Then before I know it, they've pulled them from the menu and I have to wait a whole year to enjoy them again. Yes, I am addicted to peppermint mocha's, actually hot chocolates (just ask my husband). The mocha's are just way too expensive. I mean come on, $3.40 for a tall and $4+ for a grande. I just can't justify it. That's why I always end up with the grande hot chocolate at $3.04. Got to love the BN card for 10% off though and the little 15-25% off coupons I get through email. Having one of these with whip cream swirled on top and sprinkled with red sugar crystals, just makes me all warm and cheery inside! I have found nothing else that even compares to these winter pick-me-ups.&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/36255307-2867037614698785613?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/2867037614698785613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=2867037614698785613' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/2867037614698785613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/2867037614698785613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-live-for-these-peppermint-mocha-andor.html' title='Mmmmmm'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RYG22Uda8zI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tswKmutyyvE/s72-c/peppermint_mocha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-5120903140587457494</id><published>2006-12-13T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:59:31.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RYAaVEda8yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-FoV_ejrG4c/s1600-h/White-Christmas-1776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008031734912709410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RYAaVEda8yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-FoV_ejrG4c/s200/White-Christmas-1776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;NOT! Okay, I'm having a really hard time getting into the Christmas spirit. It doesn't really help that our weather is close to 60 degrees everyday and the closest thing to snow we've had is rain! We have 2 radio stations that have been playing nothing but Christmas music for over a week now and will continue to do so through Christmas day. It's not helping either. Also, not too many people around here decorate their homes. What's up with that? I miss the days as a child. Our christmas' (maybe not always the exact day, but the month of December most definitly) always had snow and frigid weather. Everyone decorated, subdivisions pulled together and put on huge Christmas displays that we'd drive by in awe. I remember sledding, hookie bobbing, putting skis on and trying to ski down our street. I wish it could be like that for my children. I guess all we can do is make what we do have enjoyable and memorable. That's my goal, along with some of our own family traditions.&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/36255307-5120903140587457494?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/5120903140587457494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=5120903140587457494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/5120903140587457494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/5120903140587457494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas...'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/RYAaVEda8yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-FoV_ejrG4c/s72-c/White-Christmas-1776.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-116594032731909590</id><published>2006-12-12T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T09:20:14.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A morning well spent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1658/4048/1600/752380/Starbucks_coffee_sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1658/4048/320/257433/Starbucks_coffee_sized.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having one on one time with my little man.  Today after we dropped of sissy at preschool, we went and spent time at Barnes &amp; Noble.  I enjoyed a grande peppermint mocha and he played on the train table.  I love mornings like that.  He's such a different kid when he's not competing with his sissy.  And the same goes for her when it's just the two of us.  Hopefully the sibling rivalry can be resolved, sooner than later. On another good note, my car is fine.  Just needed a battery charge.  Still confused though on why it died.  Hopefully a battery and alternator test will help with that.  And, I finally have new brakes!!  Yeah!!  And it only cost $50, it pays to have "good" friends who love to help and who know what they are doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-116594032731909590?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/116594032731909590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=116594032731909590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/116594032731909590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/116594032731909590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2006/12/morning-well-spent.html' title='A morning well spent'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-116578110184631644</id><published>2006-12-10T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T10:29:40.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, what can I say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1658/4048/1600/124037/frustration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1658/4048/320/531284/frustration.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrating.  That's all I can say about today.  First I'm fighting off a cold, thanks to my lovely children.  Zycam has been helping tremendously.  Then, I'm not looking forward to cleaning a 5500 sq ft home tomorrow; because I feel horrible in the mornings.  You see I was supposed to clean it Friday, which would have been nice to have all day Monday w/ my husband (plus I felt better then than I do now), but professional florists messed that one up.  So, Monday it is.  Then, my daughter and I have been having words today.  She tries to control everything and everyone around her.  She thinks she can tell me what to say and do, etc.  So we've been having some respect issues today.  And to top it all off today, my car is completely dead!!!  All I can do is look at that gas guzzling tank and shake my head.  I've been confined to my house for 2 days now and I'm going nuts!  The one day I want to brave holiday traffic and my car gave out on me!  I'm about ready to let that thing roll off of a cliff with the amount of money we've dumped into it.  Tahoes are over-rated!!  That's why today all I can say is, frustrating!!!  But you know what, I still have a smile on my face.  It may have something to do with my previous post!  Sorry for those of you who have asked, I just can't share right now.  And no, it has nothing to do with being pregnant (just in case that was brought up when you guys were guessing).  That will hopefully come at another time in the future. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-116578110184631644?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/116578110184631644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=116578110184631644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/116578110184631644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/116578110184631644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2006/12/life-what-can-i-say.html' title='Life, what can I say?'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-116568646906296723</id><published>2006-12-09T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T10:30:27.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Webshots.com" src="http://thumb8.webshots.net/s/thumb1/3/93/81/78339381IpVwpX_th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by © &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/hunnerds2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hunnerds2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The title is fitting to an event that has taken place in my life. All of which fits with the name of my blog. At this point in time though it will remain between God and I. It's an event that will first be shared with the love of my life, who so rightly deserves to be the first to &lt;strong&gt;read&lt;/strong&gt; what I have &lt;strong&gt;written&lt;/strong&gt;. You see, I've done something a little different for Christmas for him this year. Needless to say, it has to remain a secret until the 25th this month. After Christmas, one of the things I've written to mark this event, I just may share. The main part of my gift is a personal gift, only for him. I don't think just telling my husband this event will do it justice. My writing evokes an emotion that I know he will understand even in the deepest parts of his soul. This is why I write, to tug at the insides, to share parts of me you'll never hear me speak. I love my husband and I love that he truly sees what's in my writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-116568646906296723?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/116568646906296723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=116568646906296723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/116568646906296723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/116568646906296723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-116330932975094948</id><published>2006-11-11T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:30:27.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Webshots.com" src="http://thumb8.webshots.net/s/thumb1/3/74/62/78337462GXDvoI_th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;by © &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/hunnerds2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;hunnerds2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My escape has gone unanswered too long&lt;br /&gt;Hidden deep within turmoil, screaming to get out&lt;br /&gt;I sit waiting, anticipating its return&lt;br /&gt;To find relief&lt;br /&gt;Yet my mind aimlessly wanders, searching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Confusion disrupts the flow and I’m left aching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-116330932975094948?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/116330932975094948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=116330932975094948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/116330932975094948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/116330932975094948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2006/11/restless.html' title='Restless'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-116286917510107063</id><published>2006-11-06T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:06:11.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock Knock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1658/4048/1600/646201_blue_door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1658/4048/320/646201_blue_door.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1658/4048/1600/door1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I cannot believe what happened yesterday to me. It is for this very reason I am not liking my neighborhood. Yesterday was cleaning day for me, bill paying, etc. Pretty much a day in which I don't get ready for the day. On top of the chores that need to be done, I also have my children I'm keeping tamed. Anyway, early afternoon &lt;strong&gt;I'm busy on the phone&lt;/strong&gt;. I hear a knock on my door knowing it was the little neighbor girl across the street. I'm not in the mood for play dates (has anyone heard of calling first?), I don't want my house destroyed (I'm trying to clean it) and &lt;strong&gt;I'm on the phone&lt;/strong&gt;, so I decide to not open my door. Nothing wrong with that, right? Well, ten plus minutes pass and she's still knocking, yelling, turning my door knob, and pressing the door bell repeatedly. I couldn't believe it. I was so angry. Of course my kids want to open the door, but I didn't want to deal with the fits that would take place because of me saying NO to her coming in. After she finally left, I then had to sit my daughter down and explain proper doorbell etiquette, if that's what you want to call it. Now from the beginning, I've never had a very relaxed feeling about my daughter playing with her, so those feelings were playing a part in it also. Yesterday I wasn't in the mood to deal with another child. I cannot believe the rudeness that was displayed. It's like everytime I walk out the front door with my children, I'm bombarded from across the street. Here we are trying to wash the car, or most of the time, leaving for errands. What is with that? Today, I walk out to the car w/ my son to go and pick my daughter up from preschool, and here she comes across the street. Needless to say I was in my car very quickly ready to back out. I have no idea if I'm being ridiculous, but I'm dumbfounded at the whole incident. That's not the first time she's tried opening my door without me opening it first. Anyway, just had to get that off my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-116286917510107063?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/116286917510107063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=116286917510107063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/116286917510107063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/116286917510107063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2006/11/knock-knock.html' title='Knock Knock'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-116267811390172509</id><published>2006-11-04T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T15:08:33.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with the remote?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1658/4048/1600/2006%20376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1658/4048/320/2006%20376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;This is totally a guy thing. Why? Wish I knew. My son, not even two years old, already has to have the remote in hand while watching TV, namely football. If he's in my lap and I have the remote in hand to switch channels, he mumbles something while grabbing the remote. Then he just sits there, fine as can be. It must be born into them. To be honest, I really don't mind. When I take one look at his cheesy smile, I melt. "Sure honey, you can have the remote."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-116267811390172509?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/116267811390172509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=116267811390172509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/116267811390172509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/116267811390172509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2006/11/whats-with-remote.html' title='What&apos;s with the remote?'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-116262068041570323</id><published>2006-11-03T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T23:18:11.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Listen"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a%20href="&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Webshots.com" src="http://thumb2.webshots.net/t/64/164/3/41/90/2119341900043525122GPPvgD_th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;by © &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/rowan2352"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;rowan2352&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ok, so I'm having a heart to heart with my 4 year old daughter about "listening." I go through this huge talk on why it's important to listen and "pay attention" while a parent or teacher is talking and how her listening would really help mommy and daddy out. Towards the end she asks something in which I respond with a "Do you want me to be done with my conversation?" She goes on to tell me that she wants to talk to to me. I say fine, and this is where I'm floored. She says, "So...what privileges come from screaming? We aren't supposed to do that. Kicking, screaming, yelling, pushing someone down, that's not nice, we're not supposed to do those things." The conversation then goes on about what is nice, etc. What floored me was the way she was speaking. It was very much like a teacher to a student, in this case, I'm the student. I stopped her in the middle of "her" conversation to ask where she learned this (thinking it sounded very much like a lesson verbatim she recently had from school), and she said, "From you." I never cease to be amazed by her and her intellect. She is so bright and yet at the same time, very challenging. I'm left to think that those co-exist. Now, if only I can figure out how to handle and steer all the qualities that go hand in hand with those attributes. If I can succeed, her road in life will have endless possibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-116262068041570323?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/116262068041570323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=116262068041570323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/116262068041570323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/116262068041570323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2006/11/listen.html' title='&quot;Listen&quot;'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255307.post-116250567988913126</id><published>2006-11-02T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T19:53:20.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Webshots.com" src="http://thumb4.webshots.net/t/53/653/8/73/57/2930873570088565644lNUcYZ_th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by © &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/aksinovits"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aksinovits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I just recently came back from Idaho ("home") where I spent time with family and participated in a bridal show. For me, to walk down the cat-walk, trying to do "real" runway style, is completely out of my comfort zone. But you know what, I had so much fun doing it and hanging out with a great group of women. It surprises me how much of "myself" returns when I go home. I feel renewed, strong, confident... When I return to VA, I feel as if parts of me disappear. Why? I haven't figured it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255307-116250567988913126?l=somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/116250567988913126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255307&amp;postID=116250567988913126' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/116250567988913126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255307/posts/default/116250567988913126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereforgotten.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-i-miss.html' title='What I Miss'/><author><name>kitkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948562030590257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHyHwNMW09k/SM7PnYytDtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xuAy1s1KZlw/S220/IMG_3465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
