<?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-8609893064043291407</id><updated>2011-09-12T09:45:05.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Minnesota Mom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>411</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-8607481794677652355</id><published>2011-03-03T13:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T13:50:26.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 35th Birthday Shannon</title><content type='html'>Every year I say the same old things on your birthday...you are wonderful, so very special, such a joy, beautiful in every way...blah blah blah.  Well it's all true! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thought I'd mix it up a little and tell a story about when you were Rylee's age.&lt;br /&gt;We had put you in your big-girl bed and you fell fast asleep.  We had company that night for dinner, Jim and Cindy.  So when they went to leave we walked them downstairs.  We lived in the same apartment in MN we do now. (I guess you can say we went full circle.) We left the upstairs door open to listen for you.  Now your dad being a man...turned out the lights to save on the electric bill, I assume.  I was already downstairs.  We walked out to check out something in Jim's truck for a couple minutes.  Then came back in.  We could hear you crying!  It turns out had woke up to go potty and were standing in the dark (pants still down) crying.  You were so scared we left you that for the next two years everynight until you fell asleep you would say, over and over and over again, "are you there?  Are you still there?" To this day I feel like a bad parent over that move!  So take it to heart and don't wander off to far now that Rylee can get out of her bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't believe it's been 30 some years since I've heard you ask..."are you still there?" But just in case you want to know...we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait until our Birthday Bash celebrations begin!  &lt;br /&gt;Happy 35th Birthday Dearest Daughter, Love Mom and Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-8607481794677652355?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/8607481794677652355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=8607481794677652355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/8607481794677652355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/8607481794677652355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-35th-birthday-shannon.html' title='Happy 35th Birthday Shannon'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-4564882410192154707</id><published>2010-12-08T13:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T13:26:35.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MC &amp; HNY</title><content type='html'>Not that anyone will read this since I never post anymore but I wanted to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and wonderful New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-4564882410192154707?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/4564882410192154707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=4564882410192154707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/4564882410192154707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/4564882410192154707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2010/12/mc-hny.html' title='MC &amp; HNY'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-1512794092149983747</id><published>2010-09-24T12:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T12:56:19.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hello everyone</title><content type='html'>I never get to use a real computer and the I phone is frustrating.  But if you need to get me a message friend me on facebook...I am always on there.&lt;br /&gt;Loved catching up with you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-1512794092149983747?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/1512794092149983747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=1512794092149983747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/1512794092149983747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/1512794092149983747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2010/09/hello-everyone.html' title='hello everyone'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-3749882319777177608</id><published>2010-08-27T18:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T18:49:02.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Sunshine State</title><content type='html'>Hello! In some ways it's nice to be back.  In others NOT. But hey it is what it is.  Looking forward to Rylee's 2nd Birthday soon.  And John is visiting in October:)&lt;br /&gt;Having fun on facebook!&lt;br /&gt;On the I phone It's easier to read your blogs than comment...but I'm keeping up. &lt;br /&gt;Take care...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-3749882319777177608?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/3749882319777177608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=3749882319777177608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3749882319777177608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3749882319777177608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-in-sunshine-state.html' title='Back in the Sunshine State'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-7439354064946304406</id><published>2010-06-02T13:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T13:35:08.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>Being home has been super busy.  I haven't had time for friends or fun it seems.  My first month home was a blur! Now Shannon and Rylee are here...double blur! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I hit the state my allergys started in &amp; my knees acted up (using a cane again). The entire month of April it rained day and night, I only saw the sun twice. But May was much nicer and cool and sunny.  We got the boat in the lake and have been on a couple pontoon rides. (Rylee liked it. Well she liked walking around the boat deck eating chips!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels weird. I can't find anything in my own house.  I keep forgetting to shut the side doors on my van 'cause the Florida ones are automatic. Super Value doesn't carry any of the items I buy at Publix. I figure once I just get used to living here I will be headed back to Florida. I can see why old people in Florida are confused.  The older I get the more confusing it is to live in two places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working this week for one of our gals who is enjoying a well needed vacation.  Can't wait until Friday! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice catching up on some of your back blogs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-7439354064946304406?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/7439354064946304406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=7439354064946304406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/7439354064946304406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/7439354064946304406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2010/06/ahh-home-sweet-home.html' title='Ahh Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-5727302494378293614</id><published>2010-04-16T19:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T19:49:55.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaack</title><content type='html'>Babysitting tonight so Mommy and Daddy can have an evening together before they lose their sitter.  Rylee went down long ago so I am enjoying some computer time!  &lt;br /&gt;Been busy with Rylee and getting my last projects finished, cleaning and such.  Preparing to go home.  Only week to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun catching up on your blogs.  Have a great summer-I know I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-5727302494378293614?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/5727302494378293614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=5727302494378293614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5727302494378293614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5727302494378293614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-baaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaack'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-2021615431767745361</id><published>2010-04-04T09:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T09:47:47.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoppy Easter</title><content type='html'>The Easter Bunny is hopping the street to bring you happiness, good health and chocolate!  (maybe a bottle of wine) Good Bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylee decorated a cake today with pink peeps...she opened gifts from the easter bunny-read mama, daddy and me- mostly she was only interested in the bubble machine which didn't work!  So I am off to find bubbles. The old fashioned kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-2021615431767745361?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/2021615431767745361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=2021615431767745361' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2021615431767745361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2021615431767745361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2010/04/hoppy-easter.html' title='Hoppy Easter'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-5971013941841571391</id><published>2010-03-23T12:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T12:53:33.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Blog or not to blog</title><content type='html'>Since I just don't get to Shannon's often enough to use the computer to blog.  And doing it on the I-phone is hard.  Add to that my blogs have become blaaags. I just wanted to say that if I have something to say I'll post.  But if not...NOT.&lt;br /&gt;I will try to stay reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-5971013941841571391?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/5971013941841571391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=5971013941841571391' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5971013941841571391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5971013941841571391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='To Blog or not to blog'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-779481782887970463</id><published>2010-03-08T04:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T05:03:30.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses /accident</title><content type='html'>Excuses for not blogging are: &lt;br /&gt;no access to normal size computer.&lt;br /&gt;Too much company.&lt;br /&gt;Car accident.&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is too much fun on facebook conecting with old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you wonder a guy came flying through the intersection without yielding and crashed into the side of my car it's in the shop. I rented a Chevrolet traverse-love it!&lt;br /&gt;My worst regret is I wish he could have hit the side that needed repainting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-779481782887970463?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/779481782887970463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=779481782887970463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/779481782887970463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/779481782887970463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2010/03/excuses-accident.html' title='Excuses /accident'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-3150168372470161354</id><published>2010-03-03T00:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T00:03:00.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Shannon on her Birthday</title><content type='html'>34 years ago today we got the best gift ever - you! 6 lbs. 6 1/2 oz. of joy! And you having been bringing us joy ever since. Dad and I are so proud of the wonderful person you are. Rylee is so lucky to have you for a mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been best friends since the beginning! Here are some mom and daughter photos through the ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/S427yyuB8uI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ysqaW7f-N5M/s1600-h/PD_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/S427yyuB8uI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ysqaW7f-N5M/s320/PD_0474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444214005843489506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/S427yn6pGQI/AAAAAAAAALw/w3hT4RszJ_s/s1600-h/PD_0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/S427yn6pGQI/AAAAAAAAALw/w3hT4RszJ_s/s320/PD_0481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444214002943596802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/S427x_H8hXI/AAAAAAAAALo/rDLV3CkN71E/s1600-h/DSC01914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/S427x_H8hXI/AAAAAAAAALo/rDLV3CkN71E/s320/DSC01914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444213991993542002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun today and everyday. Happy Birthday from the two people who have loved you the longest and the bestest!&lt;br /&gt;Mom &amp; Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-3150168372470161354?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/3150168372470161354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=3150168372470161354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3150168372470161354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3150168372470161354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-shannon-on-her-birthday.html' title='To Shannon on her Birthday'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/S427yyuB8uI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ysqaW7f-N5M/s72-c/PD_0474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-7448176773108705037</id><published>2010-02-23T16:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:25:53.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Making progress</title><content type='html'>Project update:&lt;br /&gt;I didn't paint.  Decided I didn't know what to paint.&lt;br /&gt;The teddy Bear was too hard, with no pattern I had issues with the head.  I wasn't sure if I could just leave it off and call it the headless Teddy!&lt;br /&gt;I did work on the quilt and have it mostly done!  It's cute.&lt;br /&gt;And we are kicking A__ on the scanning of photos!  So all in all not a bad couple of days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-7448176773108705037?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/7448176773108705037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=7448176773108705037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/7448176773108705037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/7448176773108705037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2010/02/making-progress.html' title='Making progress'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-6525665987445149339</id><published>2010-02-19T11:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T11:19:58.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint/Quilt/Bear</title><content type='html'>With company gone I am in the mood to do projects.  So this weekend I proclaim, project weekend.  I have a painting idea I have been dying to paint.  A quilt to sew for my niece.  A teddy bear to try to sew, no pattern just an idea.  We'll see what gets done.  Seems like I have more projects than time lately.  And more time than money...story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo scan in progress.  I bought a photo scan machine from QVC and it works slick!  Shannon has started the scans and I am going to help.  Our plan is to scan in all the old family photos and give a CD (or CD's) to each family member.  (Hope they are not holding their breath.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking care of Rylee today while Shannon is at the dentist.  She went down to sleep about 10 minutes ago.  I miss her, now that I don't care for her everyday.  Seems I am more lonely than she is...she has turned into quite the little Mommy's girl!!! And Daddy's girl too, as today when I came she screamed Daddy, daddy daddy...and was slightly disapointed it was only Gramma.  Ah well third place isn't bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-6525665987445149339?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/6525665987445149339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=6525665987445149339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/6525665987445149339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/6525665987445149339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2010/02/paintquiltbear.html' title='Paint/Quilt/Bear'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-5110238055769352243</id><published>2010-02-11T13:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:42:32.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Condensed version</title><content type='html'>Been Busy.  Company left and came again.  Friend from home! We are having a fun action packed week.  No time for blogging.  We are having book club tonight. (good snacks) Fri. Making dinner for Jon and Shannon...day with Rylee.  Sat. going to Naples to shop--girls day out-Rylee with Daddy.  That is all the farther out we've planned.  Having fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-5110238055769352243?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/5110238055769352243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=5110238055769352243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5110238055769352243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5110238055769352243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2010/02/condensed-version.html' title='Condensed version'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-2462680081421798843</id><published>2010-02-05T11:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T11:44:41.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fish and company stink in 3 days</title><content type='html'>This is the time of year I have a lot of company.  Last week my brother and his wife.  This Sunday, my friend Jeanine, from home.  We plan to have a lot of fun...doing nothing.  They soon my neice is coming (11) for a week!  Can't wait.  Another friend is trying to arrange something.  Now I wonder could it just be that I am so missed they all seem to travel here this time of year?  Or could it have something to do with the fact it's freezing in MN and they are sick of winter?...humm something to ponder.  &lt;br /&gt;My sister in law says fish and company stink in 3 days...but not my company, I am happy to have them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel feeling better, thank you cutest Vet in the world! (Or atleast in Broward County)&lt;br /&gt;Now if we can figure out what is wrong with Rylee and fix it...we will be all set.&lt;br /&gt;We are off to the specialist today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-2462680081421798843?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/2462680081421798843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=2462680081421798843' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2462680081421798843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2462680081421798843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2010/02/fish-and-company-stink-in-3-days.html' title='fish and company stink in 3 days'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-5125637185602433991</id><published>2010-02-02T09:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T09:57:20.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Triplets</title><content type='html'>Here is the photo of the aforementioned pet paintings. The photo doesn't do it justice - they are adorable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/S2hI45mqzFI/AAAAAAAAALU/s42W5D7bOt0/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/S2hI45mqzFI/AAAAAAAAALU/s42W5D7bOt0/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433673092795386962"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictured from top to bottom: Dancer, Bandit &amp; Angel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Judy has a future in pet sketches but she says she doesn't want a new career she is retired!  Company left today but I won't be lonely long a gal pal is coming this weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-5125637185602433991?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/5125637185602433991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=5125637185602433991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5125637185602433991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5125637185602433991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-is-photo-of-aforementioned-pet.html' title='Pet Triplets'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/S2hI45mqzFI/AAAAAAAAALU/s42W5D7bOt0/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-7107153632143312818</id><published>2010-01-30T18:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:58:44.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet paintings</title><content type='html'>My Brother and sister in law came to visit for a few days. She is kind-of alergic to dogs, I say kind-of because Angel didn't bother her but she didn't like her around.  So to make up to her for not wanting to pet her, she offered to do a painting of her in water colors.  (She is an artist.)  In about ten minutes she captured her perfectly.  Then she did my first two dogs who passed away...wonderful keepsakes all three!  Then she did one of Rio, Shannon's dog.  I will try to take a picture of them, I don't know if they will look right, a picture of a picture, but I'll try it.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Judy!  You are the best with a brush that I have ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am babysitting. (Happpy 18th dating anniversary Jon and Shannon!) Poor little Rylee had mud butt and cried and cried.  It broke my heart.  I hate to think of her going through this again already!  I finally gave her some Tylenol and now she is almost asleep. I am having a bowl of peppermint ice cream and a glass of Sherry, and listening to Blue Collar comedy tour!  Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really organized my closets and cupboards last week.  I wish they would stay that way.  But alas I am much better at organizing than keeping organized.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else much happening.  Chow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-7107153632143312818?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/7107153632143312818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=7107153632143312818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/7107153632143312818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/7107153632143312818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2010/01/pet-paintings.html' title='Pet paintings'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-1930605917867140876</id><published>2010-01-25T14:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T14:46:07.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Colts</title><content type='html'>I haven't watched a Vikings game in...well years...but I watched last night.  Not a good omen as they lost.  So I called a friend who is a big Colts fan to wish them luck.  I said I'd watch...but now wondering if I'd be more help if I didn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylee came and spent the day with me, or part of the day I brought her home around 3:00.  We had fun playing with her doll...change the baby, feed the baby, tickle the baby.  Angel played too but she didn't really want too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and his wife are coming for a visit so I am trying to get ready.  The thing is she only eats grass feed beef and for some reason all the easy meals I can think of are beef.  Guess a trip to whole foods is in my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else much happening...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-1930605917867140876?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/1930605917867140876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=1930605917867140876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/1930605917867140876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/1930605917867140876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2010/01/go-colts.html' title='Go Colts'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-6764040408101588331</id><published>2010-01-23T06:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T14:45:45.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pieces and parts</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the lizzard fell out of the tree but it didn't look like it was going to come too-ever. So I was picturing the lawn crew running over it tossing lizzard parts allover my patio.  But I needn't have worried last night after dinner the ferrel cats feed for several hours. Which in the circle of life is a good thing- they have been looking thin. As nature would have it, the biggest &amp; strongest ate first. &lt;br /&gt;I went to bed thinking ther would be parts left but nope gone every last bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading posts but not commenting much as I am only using the I-phone and it's hard to type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-6764040408101588331?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/6764040408101588331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=6764040408101588331' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/6764040408101588331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/6764040408101588331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterday-lizzard-fell-out-of-tree-but.html' title='pieces and parts'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-2611195475440162734</id><published>2010-01-15T13:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:28:52.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lounge Lizard</title><content type='html'>I took this picture a couple weeks ago. Check out what is hanging around in my tree.  I have been watching to see if it wakes up and rights itself, or wakes up and falls out.  Either way I hope it wakes up and crawls off to someone elses tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a black petrified/frozen frog sitting on my step.  When I went to broom him away from my step he poofed!  Interesting critters in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/S1DB89-o3wI/AAAAAAAAALM/fv02iuGDNEw/s1600-h/DSCF0325.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/S1DB89-o3wI/AAAAAAAAALM/fv02iuGDNEw/s320/DSCF0325.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-2611195475440162734?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/2611195475440162734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=2611195475440162734' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2611195475440162734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2611195475440162734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2010/01/lounge-lizard.html' title='Lounge Lizard'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/S1DB89-o3wI/AAAAAAAAALM/fv02iuGDNEw/s72-c/DSCF0325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-4669637617909122143</id><published>2010-01-09T13:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:11:29.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend</title><content type='html'>Friday was my last every day babysitting.  Now I will go to part time and whenever time.  I felt a little sad like I shouldn't be feeling as happy as Shannon but I was.  Okay I guess that makes me a bad GaGa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a relaxing morning, read a whole book and did a put away and minor cleaning of house.  It felt good.  Now for a movie night complete with popcorn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-4669637617909122143?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/4669637617909122143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=4669637617909122143' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/4669637617909122143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/4669637617909122143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2010/01/weekend.html' title='weekend'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-901471262375071478</id><published>2010-01-06T07:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T08:10:09.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Toilet Whisper</title><content type='html'>Over the holiday Erin told Jon P. that the whining and groaning in the pipes in the powder room were too much flow to the toilet. He ignored her at first but finally tried it and wal-la...no more noise! (Shannon had been putting up with that noise for about 7 years.) Then my John brought up that our toilet upstairs kept making a loud water filling noise every 30 minutes but the toilet didn't appear to be leaking but he was going to check it out. I said it sounded like a pump pushing water to the second floor. But Erin said check the flapper it's almost always the flapper.&lt;br /&gt;So John checked it by shutting off the water supply and wal-la! The flapper was bad. He replaced it and no more weird noise no more wasted water. &lt;br /&gt;Shannon then named Erin the toilet whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a problem with your toilet? Call the Toilet Whisper...954-#*%-#$*% for fast service. (Rates to be determined.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Erin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-901471262375071478?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/901471262375071478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=901471262375071478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/901471262375071478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/901471262375071478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2010/01/toilet-whisper.html' title='The Toilet Whisper'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-330552188066306541</id><published>2009-12-31T16:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:37:43.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>The young women of today that I know are strong in so many ways.  They manage to juggle many balls in the air-children, work, home, not to mention being a wife.  Much responsibility lies on their shoulders in this new busy world.  So hats off to this new generation of women!  You are making us old broads proud!  &lt;br /&gt;Remember to take a little bit time to have fun with your gal pals in 2010!  When women get together they get even stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Birthday Girl Club and '69 classmate/pals...lets make 2010 our best year yet.  Let's have so much fun we embarrass our kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-330552188066306541?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/330552188066306541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=330552188066306541' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/330552188066306541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/330552188066306541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-8728274436040316032</id><published>2009-12-25T16:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:58:39.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Rylee's Christmas was unbelievable! She had so much fun ripping the paper and playing with her toys. Sharing it with her was a blessing. The only damper on the two days was Shannon was sick. The whole time. She ate about four bites of food over three days. I am hoping she turns a corner soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We missed all of you from Minnesota to South Africa! Hope your holidays were wonderful! Much Love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-8728274436040316032?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/8728274436040316032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=8728274436040316032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/8728274436040316032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/8728274436040316032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-6854095957482954641</id><published>2009-12-17T10:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:19:20.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three hours and counting</title><content type='html'>Hi Ho Hi &lt;br /&gt;it's off to &lt;br /&gt;pick up my husband I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes today is the day!  Is everybody happy?  Yes we are!  Rylee's Papa is on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think about much else today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-6854095957482954641?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/6854095957482954641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=6854095957482954641' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/6854095957482954641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/6854095957482954641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/12/three-hours-and-counting.html' title='Three hours and counting'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-1952870325838665619</id><published>2009-12-15T09:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T09:40:35.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>explaining last couple posts</title><content type='html'>I was trying to link up a new blog from a new friend but it flubbed up.  However the good news is for now, if you click on the link you can see her new baby boy Rinus. He is a cutie and about Norah's age.&lt;br /&gt;Later I will have Shannon fix everything.  Nice to have my own computer helper on site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylee was fussy this morning and seemed really tired, I usually hold her nap over until around 11:30 but today I had to give in and put her down at 10:30.  She cried when I put her in the crib which she rarely ever does.  But I left anyway and by the time I could walk into the downstairs bedroom and turn on the monitor...she was sound asleep.  Guess she did need that early nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one more day to wait and then John will be here!  Can you say yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-1952870325838665619?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/1952870325838665619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=1952870325838665619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/1952870325838665619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/1952870325838665619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/12/explaining-last-couple-posts.html' title='explaining last couple posts'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-7128163582454614217</id><published>2009-12-15T07:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T07:26:40.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit of Spice: Rinus: Picture taken at the Baby House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://spiceometer.blogspot.com/2009/12/rinuspictures-taken-at-baby-house.html#comment-form"&gt;A Little Bit of Spice: Rinus: Picture taken at the Baby House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-7128163582454614217?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://spiceometer.blogspot.com/2009/12/rinuspictures-taken-at-baby-house.html#comment-form' title='A Little Bit of Spice: Rinus: Picture taken at the Baby House'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/7128163582454614217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=7128163582454614217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/7128163582454614217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/7128163582454614217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-bit-of-spice-rinus-picture-taken.html' title='A Little Bit of Spice: Rinus: Picture taken at the Baby House'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-5916979562340165032</id><published>2009-12-14T13:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T13:25:31.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>update to PO hell</title><content type='html'>I have found PakMail!  You can ship us mail or ups or fed x...no people...just walk in and pay....I may have found my Heaven.  I know one thing I'll never use the Post Office again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-5916979562340165032?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/5916979562340165032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=5916979562340165032' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5916979562340165032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5916979562340165032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-to-po-hell.html' title='update to PO hell'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-4493767310801238952</id><published>2009-12-14T13:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T13:23:46.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>update to todays post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-4493767310801238952?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/4493767310801238952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=4493767310801238952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/4493767310801238952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/4493767310801238952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-to-todays-post.html' title='update to todays post'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-8202092874340422503</id><published>2009-12-14T08:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T09:03:14.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell must be the U.S. Post Office!</title><content type='html'>I vow after these last two packages I will NEVER (and never is a long time) mail anything again!  This morning at 8:00 Rylee and I went to the PO to mail a package I got in error (grrr) and my last box.  We were so far back in line we weren't even inside the building at first.  When I got to the boxes-I literally couldn't figure out how to put them together-I figured they could do it when I got to the window.  A few minutes later, another idiot like myself who couldn't figure his box out either, asked for help and they said NO.  Seriously, the employee told him to come back with the box ready to go.  There were too many people in line for them to take the time.  I figured the man was going to pull out a gun and shoot her, so Rylee and I turned around and pushed our way out the in door.  There are not enough bad words in my vocabulary to express how I feel! I give up.  I would go to UPS but the return has to be post mail.  And I can't figure out the pick up thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS FOR SOMEONE ELSE TO TAKE THESE TWO BOXES TO THE POST OFFICE FOR ME!!!  Santa please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-8202092874340422503?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/8202092874340422503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=8202092874340422503' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/8202092874340422503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/8202092874340422503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/12/hell-must-be-us-post-office.html' title='Hell must be the U.S. Post Office!'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-3580507720145825512</id><published>2009-12-12T18:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T18:33:10.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where on where did my weekend go?  I am babysitting Rylee while Shannon and Jon are at a Holiday party.  She was wound up tight and crazy earlier but settled.  She likes to lay across my lap and have me tickle her back and that calmed her after Mommy and Daddy left.  At 7:25 she went down to bed.  Now I have a bit of internet shopping to do before I watch a Christmas movie.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a busy day, I have to clean and do laundry amoung other chores...getting ready for the hubby.  Today I finished all but two of my sewing projects, maybe I can finish tomorrow if I'm not too tired.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I really need to do is mail a couple more things and wait for Thursday!  Can't wait to see you honey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-3580507720145825512?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/3580507720145825512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=3580507720145825512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3580507720145825512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3580507720145825512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-on-where-did-my-weekend-go-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-2088232571446733838</id><published>2009-12-09T07:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T07:57:14.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things I learned lately; (some from you all)&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought the post office would pick up? I tried calling to check it out but they don't actually answer the phone...maybe later. Then I re-read your comment and saw I need to check the internet. Thanks Cindie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the drive through post office box this AM at 6:30 to mail my cards...guess what? It was full! Right to the brim and it was a huge drop box. Guess Holiday cards are not going out of style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Demand has all kinds of stuff...I checked it out last night! Thanks Jess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylee likes to drink the dogs water. She sticks her fingers in and licks them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylee doesn't like the same thing twice in a row. If yesterdays breakfast included cantaloupe she won't eat it today. The only exception seems to be soup...she will eat soup everyday for every meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned lately how much I am loving this cooler weather. For Florida, cooler weather means the mornings and evenings feel wonderful...days still hot but not sweltering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two mornings in a row I have set off my security alarm at 6:30!  Boy my neighbors must love me.  &lt;br /&gt;Well that is about it for now, just things I have been thinking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-2088232571446733838?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/2088232571446733838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=2088232571446733838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2088232571446733838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2088232571446733838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-i-learned-lately-some-from-you.html' title=''/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-2457906417160020554</id><published>2009-12-08T07:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:25:36.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not a nice person</title><content type='html'>Florida has changed me into not a nice person!  I hate the lines, the rudeness and now I fight back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I went to the post office again!  That place just raises my blood pressure upon entering. I had to mail a package and ups wanted 15.00, a little light weight package.  So thinking I could save some money I went to the PO.  Where I got in line for, what turned out to be 45 minutes.  Where at 4:00 three weeks before Christmas they had ONE person working behind the counter.  The lady behind me in line kept on pushing me.  I was playing free cell on my phone, trying to be calm, but her elbow in my side wasn't helping.  Finally I turned and said, "would you mind not pushing."  To which she said, "well there is space between you and the guy in front of you."  To which I said, "no matter how close I get to him, we'll still be in the same possition in line!"  (For the record-she didn't back up.)  And FYI I save $3.10...UPS here I come from now on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I proceeded to Publix, where I thought the God's were looking out for me, I parked right in front-first spot!  When I came out a lady, about 30, stopped and waited for my spot while I loaded my groceries into the car.  (Again, ironically, there were many spots open.)  I started to back up but she was so close behind me I couldn't get out of the spot, I moved forward and back trying but I didn't want to hit the car next to me.  I rolled my window down and motioned her to move back.  She didn't.  So I got out, walked up to her window and said, "If you want this spot lady you are going to have to move the ___ back!  I can't get my car out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I am not a nice person-and I blame the state of Florida and the postal system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-2457906417160020554?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/2457906417160020554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=2457906417160020554' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2457906417160020554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2457906417160020554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-not-nice-person.html' title='I am not a nice person'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-3109112029009332897</id><published>2009-12-07T08:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:42:58.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking my list</title><content type='html'>What a crazy weekend.  I only slept about three hours a night, due to those horrible leg cramps again!  There is no amount of money that would be too much to pay if someone could actually get rid of them.  I have tried, the needs more water, potasiom, vit D, calcium and tonic!  Nothing works.  My mom would probably say, "It's the meanness coming out of me!"  That is what she used to tell me when I was a kid.  Boy as bad as these are I must have been one mean SOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I made use of all the awake hours.  I checked a lot off my to do list!  I sewed about 20 things-most were little, only one quilt-and got my cards almost done. I wrote a personal note in every one of them-my hand even hurts!  Plus a little light cleaning and laundry.  (that is what two days without Rylee &amp; no sleep will get ya-work done)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one more weekend to finish every thing and then my hubby will be here and I am not doing anything but spoil him, from the second he gets here!  Counting the days Sweetie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-3109112029009332897?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/3109112029009332897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=3109112029009332897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3109112029009332897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3109112029009332897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/12/checking-my-list.html' title='Checking my list'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-487697788807582047</id><published>2009-12-03T11:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:42:56.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Shopping</title><content type='html'>I am trying to move Rylee's nap to the middle of her day.  Usually, she wants to go back to bed around 9:00-10:00 I am moving it toward noon.  11:30 the last two days.  She really fights it.  Yesterday, we went shopping that helped.  Today she rattled the gate to get upstairs and finally laid on the floor with her blanket.  I had to do some fast and fun playing to keep her up.  But we made it.  I hope we can continue, it will be better for her in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been starting addressing my cards and writing in them...I think the addressing is the worse, I should have let Shannon run them for me...oh well, next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Rylee is staying with Daddy and Shannon and I are going to power shop!  I would like to finish or almost finish.  I have Rylee done so the rest should be a cake walk.  I like to mail Christmas gifts early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-487697788807582047?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/487697788807582047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=487697788807582047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/487697788807582047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/487697788807582047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/12/power-shopping.html' title='Power Shopping'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-6502666211371680378</id><published>2009-11-30T12:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:31:45.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>to scoop  or not to scoop</title><content type='html'>There is a guy who lives a few units down from me.  He drives a crappier vehicle than I do-which is amazing in itself.  His wife (or girlfriend) walks a medium size black dog.  Everytime I am home I see her let the dog crap in my yard and they walk off leaving me to be the pooper scooper.  Two weeks ago, I saw the dog squating and ran outside with a garbage bag.  &lt;br /&gt;I said, "Hello, I brought you out a doggie bag as I've noticed you usually don't have one with you." I thought that was tackful, but apparently not, as she grabbed the bag, scooped the poop and stalked off without a word.  Yesterday, when I saw her dog start to squat I noticed she jerked the chain and moved to the next yard to let it poop and left the poop lay.  Atleast it hasn't pooped in my front yard since.  Now if I could only get my neighbors to pick up after their dog.  And to pick up their garbage.  They always just throw trash out on the lawn and it blows all over the place.  Sometimes I wonder what people are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again there are many stray cats in my complex.  These cats seem wild though, not like my little Patches from last year.  I'm sure you remember I got my neighbor to adopt her and she says Patches is the sweetest cat she has ever seen.  She never claws anything, always uses the kitty litter, rules the other two dogs, and loves to snuggle!  She loves her so much and is thankful she adopted her. (I'm thankful too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The possums seem to be back in the area, I saw one this weekend.  It drives the neighbors dog nuts but Angel doesn't seem to notice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon helped me put a desk out on the curb Saturday morning and it was gone in the time it took me to write the word FREE.  It was a nice one, modern, so I am not surprised.  With a couple things out of the garage I am starting to see a path open up.  Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get my tree up this weekend and I will buy some new lights for outside as last years are half out.  Some of my neighbors have lights up...it's starting to look a lot like Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-6502666211371680378?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/6502666211371680378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=6502666211371680378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/6502666211371680378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/6502666211371680378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/11/news-about-complex.html' title='to scoop  or not to scoop'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-6604258508741024766</id><published>2009-11-25T08:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:08:07.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this holiday!</title><content type='html'>I love this holiday, it's my favorite.  A Day all about family and friends and being thankful for our blessings. It doesn't get any better than that.  Although, I miss Thanksgiving Days past, when we all went to my Mom and Dad's.  She was the best cook and made everyones favorite foods. The huge family gathering with all the kids what fun! With her love and food she made the day special.  Sharing drinks, stories &amp; arguing over politics, made it the loud crazy day I will never forget and will always long for...I Miss you Mom.&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird thinking that other countrys' don't celebrate Thanksgiving. That this is only an American Holiday.  That tomorrow they won't be sitting down to turkey, dressing and mashed potatoes with gravy. That they won't be saying what they are thankful for.  I feel bad for them but I guess they don't know what they are missing.&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, it is raining and it looks like rain tomorrow too so here is my thought on that:&lt;br /&gt;Rain Rain go away &lt;br /&gt;Come back after Turkey Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving and Blessings to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-6604258508741024766?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/6604258508741024766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=6604258508741024766' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/6604258508741024766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/6604258508741024766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-this-holiday.html' title='I love this holiday!'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-4610285320934019139</id><published>2009-11-23T09:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:12:09.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon reignites Twilight Fever</title><content type='html'>Once again the Twilight Fever is setting in. The New Moon movie was so good. Like everyone else the book was my least favorite because I wanted Bella to get back to Edward. But seeing Jacob in person (HUNK) gave me a new perspective! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did think the director must have had a mean streak though...making Edward (Pattinson) appear shirtless right after Jacob...come on! That was just uncalled for and cruel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't feel the need to start reading the books over again, at least not until after Christmas, I have so many things to do and no time to do them. I am espesially addicted to reading Midnight Sun, Edwards version of Twilight, I'm trying to use my will-power not to go to the web site or pull the books out. But you know I have no will-power, if I did, I'd use it to stick to my diet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck on both-I need it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-4610285320934019139?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/4610285320934019139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=4610285320934019139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/4610285320934019139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/4610285320934019139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon-reignites-twilight-fever.html' title='New Moon reignites Twilight Fever'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-8236837901800963263</id><published>2009-11-20T13:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:11:55.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a true story of switched at birth</title><content type='html'>Read my last blog to hear from someone who was switched at birth. I was shocked &amp; saddened to read his story. I followed his link to understand more. I think the book would explain a lot of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is something I thought of when I had Shannon because back in those days it happened. I was paranoid about having John remember her face, ears etc. Thankfully today they have a lot more security in place but I'll bet it still happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylee update: She is still having diarrhea and yeast infection, it is so sad. She is miserable. It ticks me off the doctors don't warn you this will happen when you take antibiotics and have you treat it as you are taking the stuff. I sure hope she gets back on track. My heart breaks everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-8236837901800963263?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/8236837901800963263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=8236837901800963263' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/8236837901800963263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/8236837901800963263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/11/true-story-of-switched-at-birth.html' title='a true story of switched at birth'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-1669296475477423492</id><published>2009-11-18T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:33:27.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>switched at birth</title><content type='html'>What would you do if you found out the child you took home from the hospital, loved and raised-for a year-was not your child; and your child was in another home being raised by someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this show today about this very thing, based on a true story and what a mess.  Think about it, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course everyone would want both children but what if that wasn't an option?  I'd like to hear your thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-1669296475477423492?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/1669296475477423492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=1669296475477423492' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/1669296475477423492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/1669296475477423492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/11/switched-at-birth.html' title='switched at birth'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-8381930643060082911</id><published>2009-11-17T06:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:20:51.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>Finally seems like little Rylee is starting to feel better. What a slow process. Nothing is worse than when you have a sick child or grandchild in this case. Brought me right back to the days when Shannon was a baby. She used to spike the highest fevers. It was so scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note book club is this Thursday, I am hosting. In honor of the book I picked, One Thousand White Women-The journals of Mae Dodd- by Jim Fergus...we are having Indian fare. Wild rice, and I am making it into wild rice soup and salad. (Which is not how they prepared it I assume-but a tribute just the same.) I recommend the book, very interesting and a page turner. A lot to discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is upon us and it makes me lonely for John and my family back home. I guess this is a good one to miss if I have to as John can't eat dinner anyway. He is having surgery the next day, a triple hernia repair. Wish I could be there to spoil him a few days. I will make up for it when he gets here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-8381930643060082911?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/8381930643060082911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=8381930643060082911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/8381930643060082911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/8381930643060082911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-9220947424827974603</id><published>2009-11-11T14:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:28:07.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Veteran's Day</title><content type='html'>When I was younger Veteran's Day didn't mean much to me. I don't think I ever gave it much thought. But now I realize that it is a day to be thankful. I think we all forget the sacrifices they make and take them for granted. I know I do. Last week was a big reminder though--so sad the senseless massacre in Texas at Fort Hood...so many families left in pain. Since the revolutionary war soldiers have been putting themselves in harms way to protect this country and it's people. I for one, am thankful for them...today and everyday. I wouldn't be brave enough to do what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that we can all take a few minutes to say a prayer for all our soldiers and their families tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-9220947424827974603?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/9220947424827974603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=9220947424827974603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/9220947424827974603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/9220947424827974603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veteran&apos;s Day'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-6047070636146003040</id><published>2009-11-09T06:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:24:23.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Excuses</title><content type='html'>Don't know what my excuse is for not blogging...been busy. Also been babysitting a lot at my place-no computer there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the weather here is cooling-what does that mean besides great weather-it means my MN friends will be coming to their winter places in FL. and we can get together! I am missing them. See you gals soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel still seems to be choking quite a bit...even though she was on meds for about 20 days. Guess another trip to the vet might have to happen, I am watching her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was hectic, I had a late night Friday. Then Sat. moved things around, in the house yet again. Cleaned a closet, laundry, and scrubbed floors. Sat. night made pizza and snacks for Shannon and Venessa. I took out my Grandmothers glass crystal pitcher and made sangria. I put it back in the frig to keep it cold and sure enough knocked it out of the frig and onto the floor. Thankfully, someone above was watching, and it didn't break or chip! It did make a heck of a mess, which Venessa cleaned up. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Rylee out swinging this morning she put her hands in the air and said, "weee". Yesterday Shannon and I took her to the park, where a woman was hogging the swings with her two children. There are only two kids swings and she had them when we came and 30 minutes later Shannon said, "well should we just go?" To which I replied, "they will have to get off the swings sometime, lets wait."&lt;br /&gt;I guess that hint did it, as she got the kids off. Rylee took a turn for 5-6 minutes and then we left. Shannon said the Parents magazine says at busy parks stay only five minutes on each piece of equipment to give the other kids a chance. Apparently, the other woman doesn't read Parents magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ran an errand to City Furniture and home again. Finished cleaning. Making my Sunday a lot more relaxing than Saturday. I was ready for the week to start just to get onto my routine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-6047070636146003040?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/6047070636146003040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=6047070636146003040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/6047070636146003040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/6047070636146003040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-know-what-my-excuse-is-for-not.html' title='No Excuses'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-5909257564913941564</id><published>2009-11-02T07:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T07:29:29.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloweenies</title><content type='html'>This year there seemed to be no trick or treaters out.  I had three and one was Rylee.  Shannon had one, Miller.  So I guess parents are finally following the warnings...there are scary people out on Halloween and I don't mean the good kind.  In So. Florida at least, parents kept close watch on their children this year.  &lt;br /&gt;Good for you!&lt;br /&gt;But it leaves us with a lot of uneaten candies. (I bagged mine up and told Jon to take it to work.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-5909257564913941564?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/5909257564913941564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=5909257564913941564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5909257564913941564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5909257564913941564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloweenies.html' title='Halloweenies'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-3642109931547669105</id><published>2009-10-30T11:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:50:01.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Input needed on floor steamer</title><content type='html'>Does anyone have a floor steamer?  I want to buy one for the tile.  If anyone has one and likes it or doesn't I would love the brand name and where you got it.  Also the price.  Thanks for the help.  These floors need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Orkin came and today a huge 3 inch roach was dying in the garage.  Does anyone else get those huge things? I am still shuttering!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-3642109931547669105?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/3642109931547669105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=3642109931547669105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3642109931547669105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3642109931547669105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/10/input-needed-on-floor-steamer.html' title='Input needed on floor steamer'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-2551570205780869595</id><published>2009-10-24T09:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T05:58:59.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan got me thinking!</title><content type='html'>I think light bulbs and batterys have a suicide pack...that is why when one-takes a powder-they all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you can never have too many good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I waste a lot of time watching crap on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Obama needs to watch replays of his campaign tapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people in Heaven should have phone privleges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think windshield manufacturers should work harder!  (Those things are crap.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people in the service industry should actually do what they say they are going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think New Moon will set me off on another EDWARD frenzy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-2551570205780869595?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/2551570205780869595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=2551570205780869595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2551570205780869595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2551570205780869595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/10/ryan-got-me-thinking.html' title='Ryan got me thinking!'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-2518876798647180182</id><published>2009-10-20T13:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:05:07.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out there somewhere</title><content type='html'>I posted this morning but it didn't post.  Can't remember what I said but I'm sure it was witty and charming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fun day with Rylee: Came here at 6:45, she woke up and had her milk around 7:15-we played in the play room until Breakfast then went to my house for her nap.  Had lunch, we played until she got cranky about 2:30 and headed back here where she is napping in her own crib.  Pretty uneventful except for the side trip to HomeGoods!  She was having fun looking at all the bright and pretty things...I'm pretty sure she asked me for her own credit card...but it was garbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book Club in two days...I'm looking forward to that!  Finished the book today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-2518876798647180182?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/2518876798647180182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=2518876798647180182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2518876798647180182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2518876798647180182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/10/out-there-somewhere.html' title='Out there somewhere'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-2538035240961247679</id><published>2009-10-19T08:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:15:21.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather is Fab</title><content type='html'>Oh man I love this weather!  I even took Angel out for a nice walk, she loved it too!  I would love to open the bedroom window at night but I can't figure out how to have it open and still have the alarm system armed!  I will have to get out the book.&lt;br /&gt;I am too chicken to sleep without the alarm.  Even though I have a gun by my bed.  Living alone is not my favorite thing.  I have been a chicken since I was a kid.  Most likely my big brother is to blame!  He loved scaring me and I never got over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylee sure wouldn't eat this morning...not french toast, nor yogurt, nor cereal.  I guess she will eat at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both dog's seem less than great, but not as bad...we'll see if the meds worked...Angel's are done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pooped out today, I may nap with Rylee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-2538035240961247679?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/2538035240961247679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=2538035240961247679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2538035240961247679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2538035240961247679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/10/weather-is-fab.html' title='Weather is Fab'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-8287530144472689638</id><published>2009-10-15T08:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T08:44:58.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quite the morning!</title><content type='html'>What a morning I've had and it's only 9:30! Rylee and I were in the play room around 7:00 am and I heard a dreaded beep...the battery in one of the four smoke detectors located in a eight foot area...was going. Normally I would ignore the annoying beep but Rio is terrified of it. I went down stairs to let her up through the gates. Now I can't figure which one is beeping. When I think I have it I drag a stool over and I am still too short. I go get a step ladder and pull the plug on it. Then you must change the battery or it keeps beeping. Rio &amp; Rylee are under foot during this process. I accomplish the task and bring Rylee down for breakfast. Rio wants to go out...she does and comes in running into the living room. I finish feeding Rylee and follow her out to the other room...much to my horror it has smeary black shit (literally,) all over it! From Rio's paws and now I see,neck, has black crap all over it too. I start the chase, she won't let me near her. I also need to corral Rylee, don't want her in that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where if there was a nanny cam on me it would be priceless! Rio hides under the couch and I can't get her. So I clean up the mess and wait for her to come out, When I grab her I try to clean her best I can, she needs a bath tonight! I'm exhausted and Rylee was too as she went down for an early nap. I am going to try to relax a bit. See if I ever fix a smoke detector for you again Rio!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-8287530144472689638?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/8287530144472689638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=8287530144472689638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/8287530144472689638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/8287530144472689638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/10/quite-morning.html' title='quite the morning!'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-1541537793608651265</id><published>2009-10-14T16:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:39:23.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quick update</title><content type='html'>Angel seems to be getting better.  She is on quarantine for 7 days at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a break with this heat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-1541537793608651265?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/1541537793608651265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=1541537793608651265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/1541537793608651265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/1541537793608651265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/10/quick-update.html' title='quick update'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-1379186570643558344</id><published>2009-10-13T08:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:55:02.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Angel</title><content type='html'>Angel has Kennel Cough.  Poor sick baby.  One week to the day after grooming she got the cough, which is the incubation time for kennel cough.  So for sure she got it there, she hasn't been anywhere else to get it.  So far Rio isn't sick but they were together a couple days before I knew she was sick.  Angel was so good at the Vet's office.  She got two shots and never even flinched!  He couldn't believe it.  He said one shot burns and brings Rotweiler's to their knees screaming in pain!  Good job Angel!  She is one brave girl.  And when it was over she still licked him!  She is taking pills but hopefully will feel better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done with grooming...I won't take her again.  A little voice inside my head told me not to leave her that day...I should have listened!  I will next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 10 days hanging out with Shannon has turned into a back breaker and so far no fun.  Hopefully this weekend is better.  (Although we aren't done so I doubt it!)  I hate leaving Angel alone so I am spending part of the day at each house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is with this heat!! For all that is Holy...we need a breeze at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-1379186570643558344?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/1379186570643558344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=1379186570643558344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/1379186570643558344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/1379186570643558344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/10/sick-angel.html' title='Sick Angel'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-6964796224658041183</id><published>2009-10-09T05:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T05:41:13.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Early start Friday/and interesting tid bits</title><content type='html'>Got an early start today as Jon had to get to the airport so I was here a bit before 6:00.  Rylee is still sleeping but starting to stir.  She hates when you get her up before she is fully awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bit of excitment last night while I was talking to the hubby on the phone one of my neighbors called.  I ignored the call and when I was done I listened to the voice mail.  She was concerned because there were cops in front of my place and they were walking around.  When I didn't answer...more concerned.  Apparently something happening but I missed the whole thing.  I guess that's a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Crosby's homecoming football game two weeks ago...there were streakers!  Yes, two naked as J-birds in the cold, high school kid streakers!  They ran the full lenghth of the field and jumped the fence.  (Well one cleared the fence the other one had to take a second try at it. ouch!)  They ran off into the woods bare-foot with the cops on thier trail.  Sadly, they were tattled on and arrested.  What is this world coming to--when kids have to get a police record just for having fun.  Chase real crooks could you please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-6964796224658041183?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/6964796224658041183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=6964796224658041183' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/6964796224658041183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/6964796224658041183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/10/early-start-fridayand-interesting-tid.html' title='Early start Friday/and interesting tid bits'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-4182155323397612770</id><published>2009-10-08T07:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T07:48:28.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nite Nite</title><content type='html'>Sleeping like a baby on my new bed!  So soft.  Should have swapped beds with the kids months ago.  Oh well it makes me appreciate sleep so much more.  Angel seems to like it too.  Although to be truthful, not much disturbs her sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I have several things I should do.  But as Jon is gone Shannon, Rylee and I have funner plans.  Hope it is not this hot on the weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-4182155323397612770?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/4182155323397612770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=4182155323397612770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/4182155323397612770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/4182155323397612770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/10/nite-nite.html' title='Nite Nite'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-6497054400174865167</id><published>2009-10-05T12:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:38:49.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend</title><content type='html'>Had a pretty relaxing weekend and got alot of organizing done in the house.  I didn't sleep Sat. night at all...so I had time on my hands.  Did get an okay night in Sunday and Jon didn't need me until noon today!  The rest felt good but didn't do me as much good as I hoped...my back is still darn sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylee just finished her MILK and now she and I are having a tea party...got to run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-6497054400174865167?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/6497054400174865167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=6497054400174865167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/6497054400174865167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/6497054400174865167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekend.html' title='weekend'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-5941945893773560004</id><published>2009-10-02T08:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:23:38.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rylee vs Angel</title><content type='html'>Since Angel was a puppy I have given her a cherrio when she goes potty.  Her reward. It worked well and she was trained in a week.  However she still demands her reward! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylee loves cherrio's as well &amp; Angel hangs close when Rylee eats.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today when Angel went potty-I tossed her a cherrio...and Rylee went for it.  She dove to the floor after it.  Luckily Angel was faster!  But Rylee was not happy about losing out on her treat...I had to give both girls one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, that training technique will work on Rylee when we start potty training her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-5941945893773560004?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/5941945893773560004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=5941945893773560004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5941945893773560004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5941945893773560004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/10/rylee-vs-angel.html' title='Rylee vs Angel'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-5903835414857240374</id><published>2009-09-30T11:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:15:38.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much</title><content type='html'>Day care at my house this week so posting from I phone-to small to say much.  We have been having fun and Angel likes being home once in awhile as do I. &lt;br /&gt;I made a delicious dinner last night for J &amp; S. I haven't cooked much lately have to get in a little practice when I can.&lt;br /&gt;Must run a neighbor is coming for a visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-5903835414857240374?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/5903835414857240374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=5903835414857240374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5903835414857240374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5903835414857240374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing much'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-7038861630408517622</id><published>2009-09-27T08:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T08:10:09.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day three home free!</title><content type='html'>We had a good night and Rylee is playing with the dogs toys and watching the rain.  Quick post.  The parents will be home about supper.  Hope they had fun!  Rylee and I are going to pull out the books...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-7038861630408517622?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/7038861630408517622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=7038861630408517622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/7038861630408517622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/7038861630408517622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-three-home-free.html' title='Day three home free!'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-2897982793430530158</id><published>2009-09-26T18:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:08:58.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two down</title><content type='html'>Today we didn't have an afternoon nap...and she is out like a light...me-soon to follow!  I am having a drink (this afternoon was stressful!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-2897982793430530158?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/2897982793430530158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=2897982793430530158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2897982793430530158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2897982793430530158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-down.html' title='Two down'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-9031785614824593977</id><published>2009-09-26T05:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T05:17:45.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One down</title><content type='html'>This is the weekend Jon and Shannon are off for their get a way and I got through my first night with Rylee.  She is still sleeping so I thought I'd catch up. &lt;br /&gt;Last night she did not start off well.  I put her down about 7:45 after reading stories.  But she knew Mama should be putting her to bed apparently.  She didn't cry but at 8:40 she was still squirming all over.  I thought maybe she pooped so up I went and changed her, no poo, I gave her a bit of milk as she hadn't drank much of hers before.  Then just rocked and hummed in the dim light.  Then I put her back.  She fussed a second or two but still didn't sleep until 9:30.  She was trying too but I think she knew something was off.  After that it was smooth.  She is stiring now like a normal morning but not ready to get up.&lt;br /&gt;Hope tonight goes smoother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-9031785614824593977?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/9031785614824593977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=9031785614824593977' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/9031785614824593977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/9031785614824593977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-down.html' title='One down'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-2685314039497973007</id><published>2009-09-23T06:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T06:55:39.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic Wedensday</title><content type='html'>Drinking and driving?  Who me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/SroMA681q-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/5swgP7jL4V4/s1600-h/DSC06206.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/SroMA681q-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/5swgP7jL4V4/s320/DSC06206.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the legal milk limit?  Oh No!  Please don't tell my Daddy!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/SroMBVxUgyI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vRN5dCRL2pE/s1600-h/DSC06208.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/SroMBVxUgyI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vRN5dCRL2pE/s320/DSC06208.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm spoiled, I have my own I phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/SroMBnXahWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/u1KsP666cUM/s1600-h/DSC06180.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/SroMBnXahWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/u1KsP666cUM/s320/DSC06180.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure Grandpa, I'll teach you how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/SroMB-AnNCI/AAAAAAAAALE/vCIxbuR_lGk/s1600-h/DSC06174.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/SroMB-AnNCI/AAAAAAAAALE/vCIxbuR_lGk/s320/DSC06174.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-2685314039497973007?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/2685314039497973007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=2685314039497973007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2685314039497973007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2685314039497973007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/09/pic-wedensday.html' title='Pic Wedensday'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/SroMA681q-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/5swgP7jL4V4/s72-c/DSC06206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-3533878022870722913</id><published>2009-09-22T08:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:58:26.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye to Gary's Bar</title><content type='html'>A sad tale from back home. A restaurant/bar/banquet hall, and a place all of us from C-I loved, has sadly closed it's doors this week. It was one of the few places in our area that was a clean family place to eat, where the food was good, but you could still grab a beer. The bar has been around for at least 75-100 years.  It has had four or five owners but remained.  Jon Polich's Grandpa even owned it at one time.  It's closing is devastating to the town and the family's involved. Good luck to them in the future. I hope someone else will open it and try again.  It is such a nice place with a lot to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylee news:&lt;br /&gt;Enter Rylee's picky eater faze! Right after her birthday she has decided to be a picky kid. No matter what I fix for breakfast, she won't eat it. So today I thought, maybe she takes after her dad and doesn't like breakfast, so I fixed lunch and ta-dah she ate it. (it's probably a fluke) And while I'm at it, a big thank you goes out to Campbell's for "chicken and stars soup"! She loves it and so far isn't sick of it. So when all else fails...But still I am hopeful that she won't be as picky eater as her mom was! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thought, why is it, Rylee has all these great new toys and still she picks through Rio's toy bin and goes for those groody things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another matter entirely:  I made one of Racheal Ray's pecan and cheese stuffed/ bacon wrapped chicken breasts last night for dinner...wow!  It may have been the best thing I ever ate!  Can't wait to make it for John when he comes back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-3533878022870722913?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/3533878022870722913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=3533878022870722913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3533878022870722913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3533878022870722913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-bye-to-garys-bar.html' title='Good bye to Gary&apos;s Bar'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-5261758630553505422</id><published>2009-09-16T09:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T09:26:14.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rylee's Bermuda Triangle</title><content type='html'>Here are a few Rylee-isums I've been meaning to post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning at Jon and Shannon's around 9:15 to 9:30 there is a triangle shaped sun-spot right by their leather sectional and every time Rylee walks through it the bright sun blinds her, she squints her eyes, and she falls flat. She will walk back and forth five or six different times. When she walks toward the kitchen she passes right through. But when she walks toward the front of the house, blind-spot and splat. I guess she is trying to figure out why she keeps falling one way and not the other. I call it Rylee's Bermuda Triangle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she wants to get picked up she throws her arms into the air, straight up and bends her wrists over. It's hard to picture, (I will try to get a photo) but it looks like a dance pose and cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she doesn't want to eat what you prepared she won't even taste it...she just keeps her mouth shut tight as a trap. Apparently, it looks like crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she has been trying hard to get a boo-boo before going to the doctor. First she fell on the tile with a toy in her hand and bumped her cheek. She cried and cried. She finally stopped when she was given angel kisses. Real ones, Angel washed her face literally. Usually, she won't kiss her as she is a bit leery of Rylee as Rylee can be over-exuberant with her. But today when she saw tears, Angel had to help.&lt;br /&gt;Then Rylee got a mysterious injury, we were playing with her zoo toy and I don't know what happened but she started crying so it must have pinched.&lt;br /&gt;Then she was riding her car and tipped it over and she went ass over tea kettle. So far, no visible injury's that I can see, but the day is young...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-5261758630553505422?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/5261758630553505422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=5261758630553505422' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5261758630553505422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5261758630553505422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/09/rylees-bermuda-triangle.html' title='Rylee&apos;s Bermuda Triangle'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-2085211186400268984</id><published>2009-09-15T07:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T08:07:08.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>up date</title><content type='html'>Nana Day Care...going good. &lt;br /&gt;Only snag is that because Rylee is teething...her eating habits have changed and I can't get her to eat much. But as Shannon said this morning...she will eat when she is hungry...she is fine, so I am not stressing. Rylee is loving the new birthday toys! Thanks folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on since John left, I sewed a quick quilt and part of a second. Visited with my neighbor last night, she is PG and home on bed rest. But all is going well and it looks like in two weeks they will let her deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had two margarita's and off to bed with me. Might have to do that every night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though I haven't settled into a routine yet...but I'll get there. We have a baby shower and book club this week to look forward to! I need to finish the book today.  That is about it.  Over and Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-2085211186400268984?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/2085211186400268984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=2085211186400268984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2085211186400268984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2085211186400268984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/09/up-date.html' title='up date'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-1682544664006733031</id><published>2009-09-04T07:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:09:01.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Rylee is finishing breakfast-only cherios are left, so I have a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy couple of days ahead.  TGIF!  My John is coming in for Rylee's b-day tomorrow (hurrah) so I need to clear room in the closet, drawers etc.  Do a bit of laundry, &amp; give the place a lick and a promise.  I don't want him to think I live like a slob.(which I have been)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop for party, cook a little for party, work on Rylee's party hat (which is not coming too great...might have to buy one.)  Angel needs a pillow for the new couch so she will lay on it instead of directly on couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to work on the above all week but I have realized I only have energy in the morning.  By the time I get home from work all I have enough energy for is dinner, dishes and rest!  Today I got up at 4:00 to get a head start on the cleaning.  But tonight I have to force myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to live more green...I have purchased two of the big waters with a spout for my fridge.  Both have just leaked out all over my fridge and floor!  I tried one last year...same thing.  I am done with those and will stick to the gallon jugs from now on.  Grrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well miss Rylee is done and I must run.  I'm sure I will be too busy having fun this next week to blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-1682544664006733031?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/1682544664006733031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=1682544664006733031' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/1682544664006733031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/1682544664006733031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/09/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-2549421545474249274</id><published>2009-09-02T07:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T07:32:44.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>something stinks</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at 6:30 am when I got in my car I smelled something awful!  Right away I thought, what died in here?  So bravely I drove to Shannon and Jon's anyway.  I asked Jon if he would check the car for critters when he got home from work.  All day I fretted about what it would be.  True to his word Jon went out on death patrol...but rather than a dead lizzard or rat (as I feared) it was....dead cilantro!  Guess it had rolled out of the bag and under my seat!It doesn't matter, it could have been something awful, he is still my hero!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jon, for changing my-too high to reach-light blubs, carrying furniture, fixing my garage and closet doors, leaky faucets and for death patrol!  I know it's a pain, but thanks for always being there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-2549421545474249274?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/2549421545474249274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=2549421545474249274' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2549421545474249274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2549421545474249274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/09/something-stinks.html' title='something stinks'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-8744662263013979017</id><published>2009-09-01T08:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:17:10.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8 steps for Rylee</title><content type='html'>Rylee just took 8 steps in a row unassisted and uncoached and she actually moved forward accross the room with big steps!  Now she is playing with her zoo toy so I am blogging quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With design help from Shannon and moving help from Jon (and with a bit of lifting help from Pete) I have re-vamped my living room.  I love it!  It seems twice as big and super comfy.  I will take a few pics and post soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete &amp; Amy also took my red furniture, which made me so happy.  Now it is still in the family...from S&amp;J to me to P&amp;A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-8744662263013979017?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/8744662263013979017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=8744662263013979017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/8744662263013979017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/8744662263013979017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/09/8-steps-for-rylee.html' title='8 steps for Rylee'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-7219688813237383576</id><published>2009-08-28T11:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T11:57:00.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping up</title><content type='html'>Rylee took four unassisted steps in a row today and actually moved forward!  Hurray for her!  Now she is having a tea party and I want to join...see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-7219688813237383576?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/7219688813237383576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=7219688813237383576' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/7219688813237383576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/7219688813237383576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/08/stepping-up.html' title='Stepping up'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-8298302372878808186</id><published>2009-08-26T13:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T13:14:49.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>Rylee is playing in the toy box next to me so I thought I catch up on blogging.  Which is not the only thing that needs catching up.  I am still pretty much playing catch up on everything.  Catch up on cleaning and getting reorganized.  Catch up on sewing projects.  Catch up with friends.  Catch up on the hunt for new furniture.  Catch up on sleep!  I haven't even caught up with Shannon since I have been home as when she walks in the door, I walk out, rushing to catch up on the above!  Maybe once I have another weekend to myself things will slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylee has been so funny today.  She is so wanting to get into some trouble with cabinets or the fish tank or climbing...she is off again.  I better catch up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-8298302372878808186?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/8298302372878808186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=8298302372878808186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/8298302372878808186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/8298302372878808186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/08/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-3194031583650666655</id><published>2009-08-20T10:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:14:37.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>barking dog</title><content type='html'>Today Rio is back on patrol.  The last two days she has been staying close by but today she has decided I can be trusted and has moved out to the door where she barks at most anything traveling loudly by-waking up Rylee.  Grrrr.  At present I am seeing if she will go back to sleep for a third time during this nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I couldn't sleep a wink, I hate that, my mind just chattered with jibberish all night.  Oh and by the way I still didn't unpack.  &lt;br /&gt;Can you spell L A Z Y?  I did watch 17 again and it was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Rylee is calling, she didn't go back to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-3194031583650666655?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/3194031583650666655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=3194031583650666655' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3194031583650666655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3194031583650666655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/08/barking-dog.html' title='barking dog'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-5733631850343535974</id><published>2009-08-19T09:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:21:34.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday lovin'</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Rylee and I had so much fun playing.  She was a laugh a minute.  What a difference a day makes...she must have caught her daddy's cold.  Today her nose is running and she is content just to sit on my lap and cuddle with her blankie.  Of course I don't wish this cold on her, but I am enjoying the lovin' just the same.  I have been humming and rocking her back and forth and what is so cute...she hums with me.  She is such a little copy cat.  (She even hums out of tune, just like me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I did some work, mostly rested still tired from my trip I guess.  I haven't unpacked or made the bed in two days...where oh where has Connie gone?&lt;br /&gt;Rylee is sleeping so I better put this time to better use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi to Cindie!  Miss you friends back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-5733631850343535974?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/5733631850343535974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=5733631850343535974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5733631850343535974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5733631850343535974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/08/wednesday-lovin.html' title='Wednesday lovin&apos;'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-6294429124413029706</id><published>2009-08-18T09:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:48:42.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nanny on duty</title><content type='html'>I can't believe the changes in Rylee in a month. She is walking, she has long hair (in the back anyway)she is off the bottle and just not a baby anymore. She walked down the hall with me hand in hand to change her diaper today. And I thought...sad...where did my baby go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept good last night but the house is a disaster, tonight I must unpack and clean. Hope to see my Florida pals soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you were saving the hurricans until I could get back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-6294429124413029706?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/6294429124413029706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=6294429124413029706' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/6294429124413029706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/6294429124413029706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/08/nanny-on-duty.html' title='Nanny on duty'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-904685872688215842</id><published>2009-08-16T14:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:58:40.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Southbound</title><content type='html'>Rylee here comes gramma! I've been missing you, actually I have been missing both my girls.  See you tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-904685872688215842?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/904685872688215842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=904685872688215842' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/904685872688215842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/904685872688215842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/08/southbound.html' title='Southbound'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-1031255730542079922</id><published>2009-08-12T08:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T07:50:59.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meteor shower</title><content type='html'>Last night at birthday girls we were Lucky enough to be out on the lake during a meteor shower!  &lt;br /&gt;Wow so many shooting stars.  It was great.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, welcome baby Norah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-1031255730542079922?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/1031255730542079922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=1031255730542079922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/1031255730542079922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/1031255730542079922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/08/meteor-shower.html' title='Meteor shower'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-3470166419556081757</id><published>2009-08-09T11:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T11:22:30.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>water works</title><content type='html'>I have to admit something very embarrassing...I am officially the sappiest person on the planet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I watched the dumbest show on earth, "Lars and the real girl" If you haven't seen it...don't! But the idea is this guy is so lonely he orders a fake, rubber girl friend and treats her like real. The whole town goes along with it and invites this girl everywhere because they like him so much. And yes it is as bad and stupid as it sounds...&lt;br /&gt;(Here comes my embarrassing moment:) finally the girl dies (as he is ready to rejoin reality) they have a funeral etc...and I bawled like a baby! Seriously, I felt bad, not for him, but for lonely people all over who might be feeling like he did...I know it is ridiculous. I thought it was at the time but couldn't seem to hold in the water works. &lt;br /&gt;Good gosh, is there nothing I won't cry at?  Pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh a happier note:  John and I went to the county fair the night before and had a wonderful time.  Nothing better than people watching and the fair food!  Such fun.  Also heard a great young band, called "start"  they are 14 to 17, cute, all boys great mucic, great singers...all related.  They will make it-you will be hearing about them.  They have a CD check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-3470166419556081757?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/3470166419556081757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=3470166419556081757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3470166419556081757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3470166419556081757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/08/water-works.html' title='water works'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-1280103219583509095</id><published>2009-08-05T18:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:44:30.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin Fever Forever!</title><content type='html'>When old grade school friends re-unite it is a thing of beauty! Yesterday six of us got together at Cindie's cabin in Hackinsack. What fun. She had a table set that Martha Stewart would be proud of. WOW! Cloth napkins and all! She made us the most delicious meal and pie. We checked out the area and went Agate hunting, and didn't leave until after 7:00 pm. Her place is as delightful as she is...a real gem. It did give me a few ideas for our resort since her cabin was a resort at one time too. (thinking on it...) I loved the whole feel of the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to tease her...we not only got one set of cloth napkins we got two...a second one with desert! Confessions: In my entire life I have never, no never, put out cloth napkins. My idea of a napkin is tearing a paper towel in two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the day and the friends will be hard to top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I called her, I offered to buy lunch but she had leftovers and invited me to work, where everyone was so welcoming! Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-1280103219583509095?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/1280103219583509095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=1280103219583509095' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/1280103219583509095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/1280103219583509095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/08/cabin-fever-forever.html' title='Cabin Fever Forever!'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-6694616525844173400</id><published>2009-08-01T14:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:36:32.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WWA</title><content type='html'>Adding to my "worst wife award" was Tuesday was my 36th anniversary...did I spend it with my hubby? NO I hosted my Birthday girls club out at the lake. Three things in my defence: that was day that they usually meet, so all but one could come; I did make him a wonderful dinner the night before; and today we are celebrating with a movie and dinner out. But still...I deserve the Worst Wife Award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night to top it off I woke him out of a deep sleep screaming in pain as I had those terrible cramps in my thighs again...Oh my gosh I thought I'd die...and he thought the neighbors were going to be calling the police on him. (If I see them outside today I will try to explain so they don't think he beats me.) Finally the pills kicked in and after what felt like an hour-real time 15 minutes-the subsided. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that not a lot new. Missing my Rylee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-6694616525844173400?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/6694616525844173400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=6694616525844173400' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/6694616525844173400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/6694616525844173400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/08/wwa.html' title='WWA'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-7284085244254449935</id><published>2009-07-28T16:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:27:55.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reunion</title><content type='html'>The class of 1967 celebrated our collective 60th Birthdays together this weekend...what a blast! You won't believe it but I was the last one standing. (Well Dale and I but he let me walk out last just to say I hung in there the longest.) That isn't bad for a girl (that is a loose term) who usually hits the hay by 8:30.&lt;br /&gt;It was wonderful to see old friends but you never get enough time to visit...you would need a week.&lt;br /&gt;Here is too old friends being the best friends....I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-7284085244254449935?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/7284085244254449935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=7284085244254449935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/7284085244254449935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/7284085244254449935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/07/reunion.html' title='reunion'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-2975599527982842833</id><published>2009-07-23T18:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:57:47.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain of the ship</title><content type='html'>We bought an old pontoon and I have been loving it. I go out every couple days and drive to the middle of the lake and float! A few times I have had a girl friend come with. Today it was Ginny and if she wasn't such a good friend she might say that was her last trip. I wasn't very Captain worth today. I brought a great lunch and a bottle of wine, grabbed the life jackets from the shed. Loaded the boat. Casted off, pushed us out into the lake, sat in the drivers seat...(wait for it) and realized I forgot the boat key! Yep, there we were gliding into the deep with no paddles and no way to start the motor! Lucky for her quick thinking, we laid down in the front and used our hands to paddle like crazy and got back to dry-dock! Once we had the key and motored out though, we had a great afternoon floating, sipping wine and talking. &lt;br /&gt;For future reference: In case anyone else is that dumb I put a pair of oars on board now!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my brother-in-law and I went out fishing. I have never enjoyed the lake so much in years. I will miss that most when I come back to Florida. It is so peaceful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-2975599527982842833?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/2975599527982842833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=2975599527982842833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2975599527982842833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2975599527982842833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/07/captain-of-ship.html' title='Captain of the ship'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-3587884056624448756</id><published>2009-07-17T10:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:43:36.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>unrelated thoughts</title><content type='html'>Quick post: &lt;br /&gt;Chickened out of my carpel tunnel surgery! Long story, still can't type much.&lt;br /&gt;Missing Shannon and Rylee. (And FL ironically enough-the sun and people not the heat.)&lt;br /&gt;Crappy weather here! Cold and rainy, dreary...not like July.&lt;br /&gt;Class of '67's 60th Birthday party coming up...can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;Having lots of fun on the pontoon...no fishing for real yet. Maybe soon.&lt;br /&gt;Still reading your blogs though and keeping up.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend all.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-3587884056624448756?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/3587884056624448756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=3587884056624448756' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3587884056624448756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3587884056624448756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/07/unrelated-thoughts.html' title='unrelated thoughts'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-1460113332191301042</id><published>2009-06-14T13:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:14:36.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Sunday</title><content type='html'>Beautiful Sunday! Most of you are too young to remember that song I suppose, but It was true today...great day in Minnesota...70, sunny light breeze no bugs...Rylee was swinging(We hung a swing in the tree for her) we had a picnic, now I am catching up and Rylee is napping.  I might join her....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-1460113332191301042?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/1460113332191301042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=1460113332191301042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/1460113332191301042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/1460113332191301042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/06/beautiful-sunday.html' title='Beautiful Sunday'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-4146234410695601089</id><published>2009-06-10T19:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:57:07.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>where oh where</title><content type='html'>Where oh where have I gone?  To the land of dreary, cold days, small apartments, and lots and lots of friends to catch up with!  I have been on the run since getting home.  Busy with the baby, garage saleing, visiting, spending time with the hubby etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to say you won't hear much from me for a while.  Shannon wants to keep her readers...I just don't care--busy is more fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-4146234410695601089?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/4146234410695601089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=4146234410695601089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/4146234410695601089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/4146234410695601089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-oh-where.html' title='where oh where'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-3047828893318349304</id><published>2009-05-26T12:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:11:32.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Of My Floor Quilts</title><content type='html'>A few of you have been asking me to post pics of my some of my quilts so here are some of the floor-quilts that I have recently made - I didn't want to post pics until they had been delivered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was for my nephew.  They just had a baby girl, Kaali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/Shwn3J_kIhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5WLNpTtMips/s1600-h/DSCF0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/Shwn3J_kIhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5WLNpTtMips/s320/DSCF0299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340187086683382290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was for one of Shannon's teacher friends who is in our book club.  She is having a boy later in June and went with a jungle theme in his nursery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/Shwn250-7II/AAAAAAAAAJc/h7dUeoDsRs8/s1600-h/DSCF0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/Shwn250-7II/AAAAAAAAAJc/h7dUeoDsRs8/s320/DSCF0289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340187082344033410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was for my other nephew who is also having a girl.  The back side on this one was a very soft pale pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/Shwn2bq8VDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/N1qwY7n8y7Y/s1600-h/DSCF0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/Shwn2bq8VDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/N1qwY7n8y7Y/s320/DSCF0283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340187074248856626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was for Shannon &amp; Jon's friends who are having a girl in August: Norah.  It had that same bubblegum pink on the back in minky dot fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/Shwn2C1yj4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/jFaqipNpTG0/s1600-h/DSCF0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/Shwn2C1yj4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/jFaqipNpTG0/s320/DSCF0280.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340187067583467394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-3047828893318349304?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/3047828893318349304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=3047828893318349304' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3047828893318349304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3047828893318349304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-floor-quilts.html' title='Some Of My Floor Quilts'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/Shwn3J_kIhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5WLNpTtMips/s72-c/DSCF0299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-5429338661906248022</id><published>2009-05-25T21:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:50:41.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you</title><content type='html'>Mom would have had such a good time today celebrating her 90th birthday! If she were here this is how we would have celebrated...First, all her children and her grand children would have been there. We would have had a huge open house picnic style at her house. The party would have trickled out into the yard of course and folks would have stopped all afternoon to give her Happy Birthday wishes. Mom would have been the perfect hostess fussing over all the food and making sure people ate plenty. Even though all of us kids would have tried to get her just to sit and enjoy being waited on, she never would have. With Mom it was, always the hostess never the guest. And she would have been in her glory too, enjoying all of her friends and family. She would have told jokes &amp; old stories, had a glass or two of wine, laughed a lot and most likely been the last one to bed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of wishing today that we could have had this lovely party for her. And I felt a bit cheated that she didn't get to have it. But it got me thinking...a lot of her family and most of her good friends have already passed so I'm thinking she had that great party today. She celebrated and laughed. She told jokes. She was young enough to dance the shodish with her mom and do the two-step with my dad. She was very happy on her 90th Birthday. And those of us who couldn't attend the party missed her very much but we were with her in spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 90th Mom...No body misses you more than I do. It's a hole in my heart that never heals. But I want you to know that everything good that I am, is because of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-5429338661906248022?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/5429338661906248022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=5429338661906248022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5429338661906248022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5429338661906248022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/05/missing-you.html' title='Missing you'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-2480674280766069308</id><published>2009-05-24T14:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:00:15.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dog sitting and packing</title><content type='html'>Due to the storms I have Rio visiting during S &amp; J's party. And she an Angel both laid beside my in the big chair for three hours straight! (For those of you who know Rio-that is unbelievable.) After the sun came out I came up to pack a bit and blog and they are both laying on the bed together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting with the dogs (and afraid to move)I watched "In Plain Sight" a USA show about witness relocation. The series is really pretty good-there were 3 episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water from all the storms is almost up to my patio door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to the salt mines....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-2480674280766069308?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/2480674280766069308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=2480674280766069308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2480674280766069308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/2480674280766069308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/05/dog-sitting-and-packing.html' title='dog sitting and packing'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-5814466383582490450</id><published>2009-05-23T10:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T10:50:09.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>getting ready</title><content type='html'>I am finishing up a few last minute sewing projects and then closing up shop! I have cleaned a room a day (sometimes two) and I have been washing blankets etc. Clothes tomorrow and then I will start to pack. I have been piling a few things on the spare bed but I don't want to pull out the suitcase until the last minute as Angel goes nuts! She will be underfoot from then on. Plus she won't eat either. Last time I packed she slept in the suitcase for two days!&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving the fridge until Tuesday. (That is a job I hate.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Jess's Baby Shower, can't wait. And the Lord is giving her a shower too...as it is raining like crazy here! We will all be getting a shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-5814466383582490450?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/5814466383582490450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=5814466383582490450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5814466383582490450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5814466383582490450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/05/getting-ready.html' title='getting ready'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-5296096878152199631</id><published>2009-05-20T17:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:35:30.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last minute details</title><content type='html'>It is getting down to the wire for our trip home. With Rylee and all the things we need to bring along, plus the dog, both Shannon and I are making lists. And making lists reminds me of our trips to Cedar Crest! Lists and more lists...so Heather I've been thinking of you lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out what the Airline will and won't let us bring is driving us a bit crazy. We've even had friends who work for North West Air looking into the regulations and still there is no exact answers. (I am hoping they are not going to through a small baby off the flight for car seat conflicts. Or at least I hope not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note this afternoon while sewing I watched Staying Alive...what a blast from the past! The hair, the outfits, &amp; the music. John Travolta was such a heart throb. It's 1980's week I guess, so check your "search feature" for movie favorites just in case. Other than that not much excitement here, just busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-5296096878152199631?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/5296096878152199631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=5296096878152199631' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5296096878152199631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5296096878152199631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-minute-details.html' title='Last minute details'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-7220902157512997809</id><published>2009-05-17T21:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:56:25.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>six words-Tag</title><content type='html'>I read a Woman's Day or some such women's magazine waiting for a hair cut the other day.  One interesting thing in there was a contest for Valentines Day, it said to describe your relationship in six words that sound like one thought. Some were very heartfelt, some were funny, some were honest, some not so much.  One I remember is--MUCH MARRIED, FORTH TIME'S A CHARM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just for the heck of it, I thought it would be fun to try it on the blog.  &lt;br /&gt;If you want to play along here are my rules:&lt;br /&gt;In six words that make one phrase or thought describe:&lt;br /&gt;1. your relationship &lt;br /&gt;2. your partner&lt;br /&gt;3. yourself&lt;br /&gt;4. your life&lt;br /&gt;5. your past jobs&lt;br /&gt;6. your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are mine...&lt;br /&gt;1. My Relationship—----Long distance causes the lonely blues.&lt;br /&gt;2. My Partner—----Hard working father does great job.&lt;br /&gt;3. Myself—----Happy fun, silver-lining kind of gal.&lt;br /&gt;4. My life—----Everyday’s blessing is being with family.&lt;br /&gt;5. My past jobs—----Cosmetologist insurance agent babysitter gets lazy.&lt;br /&gt;6. My dreams—----Completely fulfilled with daughter and granddaughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been tagged!  It's harder than you think try it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-7220902157512997809?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/7220902157512997809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=7220902157512997809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/7220902157512997809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/7220902157512997809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/05/six-words-tag.html' title='six words-Tag'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-4683881385506475778</id><published>2009-05-16T20:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:20:33.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not in the mood</title><content type='html'>To post that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one tid-bit...This morning, about 9:00 on Pine Island near Sunrise there was a big fat racoon sitting in the grassy median. He was just sitting and looking around. I was surprised to say the least.  I assumed he was going out for coffee and a bagel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-4683881385506475778?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/4683881385506475778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=4683881385506475778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/4683881385506475778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/4683881385506475778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-in-mood.html' title='not in the mood'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-3153394601758324790</id><published>2009-05-14T14:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:30:34.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Floridiots</title><content type='html'>Me and Rachael Ray thinking up new words...Flor-id-iots...I love it-fits perfect. Does it fit me? I don't think I really live here even though technically I am here more, nope I am considering myself now and forever a Minnesotan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-3153394601758324790?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/3153394601758324790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=3153394601758324790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3153394601758324790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3153394601758324790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/05/floridiots.html' title='Floridiots'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-733849712232236231</id><published>2009-05-13T19:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:54:05.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>idiots and then some</title><content type='html'>Crystal's comment to my-seen it all post- (I'm para-phrasing) She said, in Florida you will never have seen it all as some Floridians are idiots due to the fact their brains are fried from all the sun. How right you were! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because yesterday I went to the UPS store on Hiatus and Oakland. It is really tricky to back out of a parking spot there because of the in and out road being so close. Very slowly I start to back up and a car speeds in, so I pull back into my spot. This happened twice. Then I tried again and this time the incoming car was driven by a speeding COP. He motions me to pull back in and let him speed by. Which I do, thinking that he is after the speeding car ahead of him, or some other high priority crime. I finally back up and see the Cop crossing the lot into the Dunkin Donuts store. Where I assume the only emergency was his five o'clock donut break!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I haven't seen it all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-733849712232236231?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/733849712232236231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=733849712232236231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/733849712232236231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/733849712232236231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/05/idiots-and-then-some.html' title='idiots and then some'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-6807319551020165174</id><published>2009-05-11T03:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T02:24:11.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I have seen it all</title><content type='html'>Now I have seen it all folks.  You know how Saturday was the day to leave food at the mail boxes so your mail carrier could pick it up for the food shelf--well like many other people I had my bag filled and as I was leaving Sat. morning I drove to the mail boxes.  There were no other bags so I tied my bag shut and I left it on top of our mail box clusters.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove into our circle I noticed a new silver SUV parked by the mail boxes with no person inside.  As I drove out of the circle, I thought I saw a head pop up.  Because I have a devious and suspicious mind I thought right away...would people hide knowing that food would be dropped off and then get out and steal it.  I turned around at our entrance drove back and low and behold...no grocery bag.  I didn't know what to do.  I worried that if I confronted the person they might wig-out. So I drove off.  I hope that this person needed the food but if they were looking to steal food they shouldn't have used a brand new SUV for their get away car!  I can only hope they actually needed the food. (And stole the car.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-6807319551020165174?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/6807319551020165174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=6807319551020165174' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/6807319551020165174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/6807319551020165174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-i-have-seen-it-all.html' title='Now I have seen it all'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-3032652848840122950</id><published>2009-05-10T07:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:08:15.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To my daughter, Shannon, on her 1st Mother’s Day</title><content type='html'>Since you were a little girl, I dreamed,&lt;br /&gt;Of a day when you were grown;&lt;br /&gt;A day that you would have, &lt;br /&gt;A daughter of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you might know the joy&lt;br /&gt;Of a baby who looks up at you,&lt;br /&gt;With undying trust &amp; adoration;&lt;br /&gt;There is no greater feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the small moments, don’t fret or be too busy.&lt;br /&gt;Trust yourself, a Mother always knows best.&lt;br /&gt;And we come from a long line of wonderful Mother’s.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, if you do need me to lean on, I will never be far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all the happiness there will be tears.&lt;br /&gt;But through it all, you will love and nurture,&lt;br /&gt;Spoil and fuss over, listen to, be best friends with,&lt;br /&gt;And guide Rylee with a soft heart and steady hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, you will have a dream &lt;br /&gt;That when she is grown,&lt;br /&gt;She will have a daughter of her very own…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s to a wonderful Mother on her first of many Mother’s Days.  I am so proud of the woman and the Mother you have become.  I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, from your Mother and my Mother, who I’m sure is watching and smiling from above and of course sending her wisdom and her love.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to you too Mom, I love you and miss you everyday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-3032652848840122950?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/3032652848840122950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=3032652848840122950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3032652848840122950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3032652848840122950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-my-daughter-shannon-on-her-1st.html' title='To my daughter, Shannon, on her 1st Mother’s Day'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-7180071752232455966</id><published>2009-05-08T20:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:03:16.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tear jerker</title><content type='html'>Well Hallmark did it again...made me cry that is. I watched a cheesy Hallmark movie called, A strangers Heart. What a tear jerker. I balled through the whole second half of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis: Two patients waiting for heart transplants rub each other the wrong way. Woman gets heart, a few days later man gets heart. Suddenly they find themselves drawn to each other and to a little girl, who parents both died in a car crash and guess who has their hearts? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's ever on again and you feel like clearing out your tear ducts it was good. I won't spoil the ending but it would be a perfect curl up on a Sunday in your pj's movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-7180071752232455966?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/7180071752232455966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=7180071752232455966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/7180071752232455966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/7180071752232455966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/05/tear-jerker.html' title='Tear jerker'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-374198022427572550</id><published>2009-05-05T18:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:05:15.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things</title><content type='html'>Things I have done the last couple days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been kicking butt on the sewing projects. My sewing room looks like a bomb went off in there. I guess I just can't sew neat. I should post a picture of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry-why do I always forget it in the washer? Then it kind of drys in there and smells bad so I wash again. (Then the wrinkles won't come out.) The usually I forget it in the dryer. Guess I could never work in an Chinese Laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sleeping well. That is a long story so I'll spare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited my Kitty. She is loving her new life. I still miss walking out the door and having her run up to meet me though. But happy for her. I am making kitty pillows-for cats to sleep on. A friend I met while trying to find my kitty a home, rescues so many cats (she has 27 right now, 16 waiting for homes) she saw the one I made for Patches and loved it so I said I'd make her a bunch and she could give one out with every cat. So in between other projects I am doing the pillows. I will post pics of them later. I am using up all the scraps I have been saving for years. It's a win win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched an old TV movie called 8 seconds. It was the true story of Lane Frost a world champion bull rider. Luke Perry did a fantastic job playing him. The sad part was he died very young, by a bull accident of course. If you get a chance to catch it on TV it is worth the watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-374198022427572550?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/374198022427572550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=374198022427572550' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/374198022427572550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/374198022427572550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-have-done-last-couple-days-i.html' title='Things'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-8496923620714397269</id><published>2009-05-04T11:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:46:57.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The follow through on Crazy Eights</title><content type='html'>Jess tagged me for the crazy eights post and I haven't had time but Rylee is sleeping so long I thought-start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I'm looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Going home to Minnesota-seeing my hubby, family and friends&lt;br /&gt;2. Shannon's first Mother's Day&lt;br /&gt;3. Rylee's first B-day &amp; Christmas&lt;br /&gt;4. Finishing my list of Baby quilts to sew (What's in the water anyway?)&lt;br /&gt;5. Garage saleing in MN&lt;br /&gt;6. Going to the class of 1967's 60th Birthday Party.&lt;br /&gt;7. Our annual 4th of July party&lt;br /&gt;8. Getting together with the Birthday girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I did yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;1. finished cleaning the house&lt;br /&gt;2. laundry&lt;br /&gt;3. sewing (more quilts)&lt;br /&gt;4. Checked out E harmony with V&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a Lifetime movie&lt;br /&gt;6. Drank a whole bottle of wine (minus one glass)&lt;br /&gt;7. Talked on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;8. Went to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I wish I could do or want to do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Live long enough to see Rylee married and happy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Visit Ireland (Is there anyway to get there without crossing the ocean? ha)&lt;br /&gt;3. Shop at the outlet mall in FT Meyers&lt;br /&gt;4. Win the lotto!&lt;br /&gt;5. Color my hair.&lt;br /&gt;6. Go to book club.&lt;br /&gt;7. Meet The Rock! (yummy)&lt;br /&gt;8. Go to FT. Lauderdale's best burger joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 shows I watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;2. Brother's and Sister's&lt;br /&gt;3. 90210&lt;br /&gt;4. Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;5. Prison Break&lt;br /&gt;6. Dog Whisper&lt;br /&gt;7. Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;8. Lost (Although I'm usually lost.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people to tag-I'm going with 4&lt;br /&gt;1. Carol&lt;br /&gt;2. Jenny&lt;br /&gt;3. Darlene&lt;br /&gt;4. Stacy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-8496923620714397269?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/8496923620714397269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=8496923620714397269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/8496923620714397269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/8496923620714397269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/05/follow-through.html' title='The follow through on Crazy Eights'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-4800086319183611038</id><published>2009-05-02T09:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:43:24.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Time Rebuttal</title><content type='html'>In my defense my coffee-time is my morning me time. It reminds me of a simpler time at home with John when we had morning coffee together everyday. All our married life it was our catch up, visiting, and news of the day time. It is my favorite time of day and no matter how early I have to get up to have it-it is what makes my day a good one. Even though it's not as good with out my hubby to talk to. &lt;br /&gt;(And yes Ryan it gets my system moving.) But more than that it kicks in my Pollyanna personality. But next fall when I re-visit the every day thing...I'll give Erin's don't shower, don't fix up idea, a shot...maybe I will have a hair and make-up bag packed and do it later in the morning. Of course there are two down sides:&lt;br /&gt;One, I'll scare Jon even more than usual-but he will have to deal.&lt;br /&gt;And two, if I get stopped by a cop there is no way I'll talk him out of a ticket and my streak will be broken. (Unless, I try the-I had to throw on clothes and run to my daughters for an emergency...do you think I'd leave the house like this on purpose? Can you give me an escort..?) Florida cops don't seem to be very compassionate but it's worth a shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-4800086319183611038?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/4800086319183611038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=4800086319183611038' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/4800086319183611038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/4800086319183611038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/05/coffee-time-rebuttal.html' title='Coffee Time Rebuttal'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-3025505800714072858</id><published>2009-05-01T10:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:38:35.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Care Grannie</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of my two week day-care. On one hand I'm sorry to have my one on one with Rylee come to an end for now. Rylee and I have had a ball! But I have discovered some things about myself. That I only enjoy getting up early when I don't have to! This getting up at 4:45 AM is the pits. I feel bad for you working stiffs, I am giving you some real pity from now on. It didn't help that this was birthday week...all that staying up late. (9:00)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And If I'm being honest, it is exhausting. Rylee has really started crawling around these last two days. It is not as fun as when she sat in one spot playing. I am earning my stripes now. This morning it's been crawl to the TV, I move her, crawl to the TV, I move her. Thank goodness for mealtime...she is in the high chair and can't move. And for naps. I love nap time, I even take one sometimes too. (Which is why I get nothing else done, like cleaning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I wouldn't trade a minute of it. However, I might spread it out to three times a week. After all I am 60! Day Care Grannie over and out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-3025505800714072858?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/3025505800714072858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=3025505800714072858' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3025505800714072858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/3025505800714072858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-care-grannie.html' title='Day Care Grannie'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-4281985397227485836</id><published>2009-04-30T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T07:45:55.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>Thanks to all of you who helped celebrate my brithday.  Thanks to my friends in FL who joined me for dinner, drinks and fun!  Thanks for the lovely cards and gifts.  Thank you Shannon for putting together my birthday book, which brought back so many great memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, Shannon put together thoughts and stories from my friends and family back home and across the country, complete with photos from my youth, for my 60th birthday...it is a treasure! And sorry, way too big to publish. But I wanted to say thank you to all of them, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I go about telling you, my dear friends and family, what it was like to read my special 60th Birthday Book…Other than to say that you all made me CRY on my birthday! Well, ball like a baby would be more accurate. Most of the time I couldn’t see to read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering if you guys ever tried spinning straw into gold? If not you should, because spinning my bossy, sassy, over-exuberant, uncensored advice-giving attitude into such beautiful thoughts took some real spinning talent! And in this economy gold could come in handy. I won’t be needing any, however, because I am rich! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich in friends, I couldn’t ask for any better. You are always there for me in times of need. (And we all know I’ve had some times of need.) But through it all you have propped me up and believed in me. You have cried with me and made me laugh when I thought I might never laugh again. Others shared bottles and bottles of wine when forgetting was the only thing that worked. Over the years some of you shared your children and grandchildren when I needed that so much. With you in my life I am truly blessed. You have touched my heart and changed me for the better in ways you don’t even know. I don’t deserve you—but I thank God for you everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich in family, why I have the greatest family in the entire world! I was blessed with the best parents a girl could ever have. They taught me to be independent, kind hearted &amp; strong-willed. (They didn’t have to work too hard on the strong-willed part.) I was lucky enough to grow up in paradise. The resort was and will always be, better than Disneyland to me. I wouldn’t have changed a thing in my childhood. Even with three brothers teasing and torturing me daily. (Or was that me teasing and torturing them? Umm) But whatever, again I was blessed. I always used to want to trade one for a sister but now I never would. It’s nice having brothers to look after you. And I got my sisters after all, in my sister-in-laws on both sides. You all became dear sisters to me. As for my husband, well I don’t have to tell any of you I hit the jack-pot there! There is not another man on this or any other planet that would have put up with me for all these years! Not another one who would sacrifice for our family like he does everyday! Which brings me to my beautiful Shannon…it would take a lifetime to write about the joy you have brought me. So suffice to say, you are my best friend, my life. You make me want to be a better person. You inspire me. I am the luckiest mother on earth. And to bring it full circle you have given me Rylee. Every time I hold her in my arms and kiss her I thank the Lord and say what did I ever do to deserve this little bundle of joy? Every time she makes one of her silly faces or gets so mad she shakes, I say, Oh world, lookout here comes Rylee...I hope you are ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my family, extended family, in-laws (son in-law included-he is the best) and dear friends, I don’t know what I would do without all of you…but I never want to find out! I know that when I need you I just have to call. I think you know that goes both ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to complain about my birthdays and getting older. But Mom told me once, “be happy when you have a birthday—it means you’re above ground-the alternative is pushing up daises!” Good advice. And today it means even more than that to me. It means that I have had a lot of experiences these past 60 years that have led me here to a loving family &amp; so many wonderful friends that feel like my family. I am truly the richest person on earth!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all…Connie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey Mom, I’m looking forward to 61…bring it on!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-4281985397227485836?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/4281985397227485836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=4281985397227485836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/4281985397227485836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/4281985397227485836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-4954044929879474343</id><published>2009-04-28T09:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:25:58.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Patches lives in the Tajmahal</title><content type='html'>Okay I know I can't spell Tajmahal but you should see how happy Patches looked last night. I went in to visit her. Her house is better than most of ours! She was in the guest bedroom-just until the dogs get used to ignoring her-She has a couch that turns into a hide-a-bed (in case she invites any friends over)she has her own computer (I wonder if she will blog?) she has a great soft quilted pillow with her name on it, I made for her, she has a new mommy that cuddles and pets her, she has a window sill that she lies on to look out on the street to remind her how much better her life is now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was happy to see me (I'm like her birth mommy after all.) I brought her favorite treats and food with me and she was happy to get what she likes to eat. She had already used the kitty litter-I think she is going to be a good girl. She looked so clean and fresh after her bath. Her fur was so soft. (I will try to get a photo later for an update.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For living outside for months, she didn't have any illnesses, parasites or fleas. Go figure. I felt sad and will miss her sitting outside my door waiting for her food and running to meet me every time I walk outside but when I left I felt really good about leaving her there in her new forever home! Bye Bye Patches-be happy-I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-4954044929879474343?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/4954044929879474343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=4954044929879474343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/4954044929879474343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/4954044929879474343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/04/patches-lives-in-tajmahal.html' title='Patches lives in the Tajmahal'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-5750901307479696803</id><published>2009-04-27T17:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:11:47.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Added Photos</title><content type='html'>Mom wanted me to add some photos of Patches (the finally adopted kitty!) to her post below.  Please scroll down to view.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you'll be happy to know that all her tests came back negative.  She is one healthy (and hopefully soon to be happy and loved) kitty!&lt;br /&gt;Shannon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609893064043291407-5750901307479696803?l=momfrommn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/feeds/5750901307479696803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8609893064043291407&amp;postID=5750901307479696803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5750901307479696803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8609893064043291407/posts/default/5750901307479696803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momfrommn.blogspot.com/2009/04/added-photos.html' title='Added Photos'/><author><name>MN Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254865196037321484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609893064043291407.post-5896338335485176665</id><published>2009-04-27T08:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:05:07.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest Birthday Ever</title><content type='html'>My 60th is turning out to be the best birthday yet. Here's why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I am spending it with my Granddaughter! Something that never happened in my fifties. That is the most special gift to come along since I was 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, My next door neighbor adopted my kitty! After the bad neighbors who never followed through finally were out of the picture I put project-get the cat adopted- into full force. And low and behold my next door neighbor Darlene, who has two small dogs and is really nice, decided the kitty was so sweet she would take her herself! This morning she took her to the vet where she is getting tested for all the bad stuff,(keep a prayer for her today) getting booster shots for the good, finishing with a flea bath and with any luck at all will spend her first night in a house tonight! (Keep a prayer she is a good little kitty and the dogs like her.) I couldn't have gotten a better gift. I know it came from above...thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Patches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/SfYr09xegtI/AAAAAAAAAIo/H7_gMC7e8C4/s1600-h/DSC05069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/SfYr09xegtI/AAAAAAAAAIo/H7_gMC7e8C4/s320/DSC05069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329495397974835922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/SfYr0kZVEiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RVsGcWQvwUo/s1600-h/DSC05070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1JKWPu2PwcY/SfYr0kZVEiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RVsGcWQvwUo/s320/DSC05070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329495391162667554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I spent Saturday all day with Shannon and Venessa, we drove to West Palm, shopped furniture, people watched (this was the good part...future posts) and had dinner at Havana Hideout a DIVE featured on Food Networks Dinner's, drive-ins and dives. It was the coolest and divest spot you could imagine. (future posts on the bathrooms) What an experience the whole day was! Thanks girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, It's not over yet. Tuesday is dinner with gal-pals at Japan Inn. (If any girls want to join us...consider yourself invited.) And later in the week more food frenzy as Venessa knows this great burger joint. Another Dive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is turning out to be worth turning 60!  So happy 60th birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS One comment today from my darling son-in-law who just had to mention that I was closer to 100 than to 0...made me feel so good....grrr. But he did have the cutest grin on his face at the time so I won't hold it against him. 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