<?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-2095117346848859101</id><updated>2012-02-10T13:58:47.803-05:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='cloth diapers'/><category term='2009'/><category term='remembrance day'/><category term='baptisim'/><category term='natural parenting'/><category term='domestication'/><category term='funny'/><category term='ultrasound'/><category term='books'/><category term='death'/><category term='cool downloads'/><category term='AP'/><category term='human rights'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='cute'/><category term='easter'/><category term='housewife'/><category term='circ'/><category term='in the 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#3'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='kentucky'/><category term='to-do'/><category term='Christian-isms'/><title type='text'>Cherished Chaos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-2481389106508337919</id><published>2012-02-07T17:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T17:41:20.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;div class='p_embed p_image_embed'&gt; &lt;img alt="396433_10150670613570809_643355808_11198908_451261027_n" height="458" src="http://getfile1.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2012-02-07/DIoGqFniBjBEiyDladyrxBheeegwuhCeIBknhzddGlCxpGuoBeqGhkdukixw/396433_10150670613570809_643355808_11198908_451261027_n.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;I  am raising boys. I can only hope i raise them to be the type of men  who, when seeing a girl dressed in any clothes don't think it's ok to  attack them just because of what she's wearing. I'm raising boys who i  hope would be the ones to stop the others at the party from attacking a  girl just because she's dressed a certain way. I'm raising boys who i  hope become the type of men they would want their sister to date.&lt;p /&gt;  I am also raising a girl who i hope won't ever be attacked for looking a  certain way, or smiling a certain way. AND if she ever is, i can only  hope that society would look to the person who attacks her as the bad  guy, and not decide that it was her fault just because of what she was  wearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-2481389106508337919?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2481389106508337919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2012/02/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2481389106508337919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2481389106508337919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2012/02/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-9222296724519455660</id><published>2012-02-02T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T19:12:05.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you circumcise your daughter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://womanuncensored.blogspot.com/2009/12/would-you-circumcise-your-daughter.html"&gt;Woman, Uncensored: Would you circumcise your daughter?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" In a time where we've fought for the rights of minorities, children,  and women, we've left one portion of our population out.  We've trampled  on the human rights of our baby boys, and we've done it holding our  heads high and justifying ourselves. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-9222296724519455660?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/9222296724519455660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2012/02/would-you-circumcise-your-daughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/9222296724519455660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/9222296724519455660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2012/02/would-you-circumcise-your-daughter.html' title='Would you circumcise your daughter?'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-2060641494028089765</id><published>2012-01-26T11:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:14:03.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"He's coming"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time seemed to stop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The midwife was on one side of me, the nurse on the other.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lucas was born at 4:30 pm on Jan 26th 2007, after an hour of 'active' labour.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that was &lt;a href="http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2007/01/welcome-lucas.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;FIVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; years ago&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 5th birthday Baby Boy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-2060641494028089765?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2060641494028089765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2012/01/hes-coming-time-seemed-to-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2060641494028089765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2060641494028089765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2012/01/hes-coming-time-seemed-to-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-5624431944114888831</id><published>2012-01-17T21:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T21:02:26.873-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4–8a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-5624431944114888831?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/5624431944114888831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2012/01/1-corinthians-1348a-love-is-patient.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5624431944114888831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5624431944114888831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2012/01/1-corinthians-1348a-love-is-patient.html' title=''/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-5290655888534792603</id><published>2012-01-13T11:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T11:39:41.125-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><title type='text'>Thought For Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;A lot of my friends status' on fb today are about how much they hate the snow. I may hate it sometimes, especially since no one seems to remember how to drive in it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;Then, when i see something as simple as children giggling in the snow, ready to throw a snowball, or make a snow angel, i remember people who don't get four season the way we do. Who don't get to experience the simple joys of making a snowman, or seeing it glisten when the sun hits it just right. Then i remember how truly blessed we are to live in a country where we experience all four season s that nature has to offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-5290655888534792603?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/5290655888534792603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2012/01/thought-for-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5290655888534792603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5290655888534792603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2012/01/thought-for-friday.html' title='Thought For Friday'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-7325468076491663589</id><published>2012-01-11T19:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T19:02:46.493-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writers block'/><title type='text'>Blast to the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;If you could travel back in time, what would you tell your 10-year-old self? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know right now you feel lonely, with mom not there all the time, and most of those kids at school being jerks to you, but don't worry, in a few months you are going to meet an awesome girly who you will become fast friends with, and you will remain friends with her for the rest of your childhood and well into your adulthood. We are still friends as i write this to you!&lt;br /&gt;Those other kids, the bullies, you won't see them again once you leave school. They don't really matter in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know right now you are in a hurry to grow up and make your own choices, but slow down. You have it pretty good&lt;i&gt; right now. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In eight short years you'll lose your beloved papa. It will break your&amp;nbsp; heart. Enjoy the time you have with him now. Even when he embarass' you.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, you may not understand it right now, but you are going to miss him. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;Try to go easier on your grandma. She'll be gone soon too. She loves you, even though she doesn't show it.&lt;br /&gt;She may not be your biological mother, but she is the best mother you could have asked for.&amp;nbsp; Hold on to her love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-7325468076491663589?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7325468076491663589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2012/01/blast-to-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7325468076491663589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7325468076491663589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2012/01/blast-to-past.html' title='Blast to the past'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-2824667157900584499</id><published>2011-12-24T12:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T12:29:54.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Arial"&gt;Wow. November &amp;amp; December have really been a crazy couple of months!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Arial"&gt;We spent a lot of November shopping for new things for the house plus started Christmas shopping (online shopping is win. Thank you Disney Store!) &lt;/font&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;font size="3" face="Arial"&gt;December was spent organizing and wrapping presents, and prepping for Hannah's THIRD (already!!) birthday on the 14th. I can’t believe she’s already three… and yet, i can’t believe she’s only been with us for three years if that makes any sense. It feels like she’s always been here.&amp;#160; Life with a three year old girl is a lot different then life with a three year old boy. Both good, equally, just different. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Arial"&gt;Speaking of time. I can’t believe it’s already Christmas eve! Today was spent buying last minute food stuff for tomorrow and (later on) baking cookies and decorating the gingerbread house, then dinner, putting out the presents&amp;#160; (so excited, i can’t wait for the kids to see them tomorrow!) and then sleeping and waiting for Santa!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;……i think i get more excited then the kids sometimes……&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Happy Christmas Eve everyone!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-2824667157900584499?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2824667157900584499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/12/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2824667157900584499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2824667157900584499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/12/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-1367574586596029579</id><published>2011-11-08T07:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T07:53:45.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>multicultural</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think the status&amp;nbsp; update going around fb about not celebrating Christmas  and everyone adapting to the 'Canadian way' is hypocritical. &lt;br /&gt; It's  not just about people from other places, there are a lot of Canadian  people that don't celebrate Christmas or believe in God either.  Before  the settlers arrived the native people didn't celebrate Christmas or  believe in our God. People came from other countries&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; and forced THEM to adapt to their way. &lt;p /&gt;  Our Soldiers fought for everyone's freedom, including those who's  religions and points of view differed from theirs. You may want to  remember that when posting status in their name!&lt;p /&gt;  Canada is a  multicultural community. It's not about making them "adapt" to our ways,  it's about all of us living TOGETHER. Instead of putting down those  that aren't like us,we can all learn about one an others cultures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-1367574586596029579?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1367574586596029579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/11/multicultural.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/1367574586596029579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/1367574586596029579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/11/multicultural.html' title='multicultural'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-8637091928560583205</id><published>2011-11-04T10:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T10:34:34.729-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><title type='text'>This Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;{this moment} – A Friday ritual i got from &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a title="http://theleakyboob.com" href="http://theleakyboob.com"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Jessica,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; a fellow mama blogger (who got the idea from&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soulemama.com/soulemama/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Soule Mama&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;h6&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;.&amp;#160; A single photo (or two) – no words – capturing a moment from the week.&amp;#160; A simple, special, extraordinary moment.&amp;#160; A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.&amp;#160; If you’re inspired to do the same, leave a link to your “moment” in the comments for all to find and see.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is my first ‘this moment’ (which is different from wordless Wednesday because ‘this moment’ is from this week, wordless Wednesday for me is any picture from any time…)&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This week I'm savouring two moments. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-D4dz44sTJVQ/TrP39hGgerI/AAAAAAAAAhk/K02jnWAs30g/s1600-h/lukie%252526hannah%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="lukie&amp;amp;hannah" border="0" alt="lukie&amp;amp;hannah" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-2KMGqLKCcAQ/TrP3-MTGrYI/AAAAAAAAAhs/4xc4L_OFwdY/lukie%252526hannah_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-GvxgM9PfhYQ/TrP3-cWf4QI/AAAAAAAAAh0/90SdCLIZmbQ/s1600-h/377427_10150893968420167_627905166_21038303_562131380_n%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="377427_10150893968420167_627905166_21038303_562131380_n" border="0" alt="377427_10150893968420167_627905166_21038303_562131380_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-VOKyXGgQQWU/TrP3-hWZzRI/AAAAAAAAAh8/B5pXbhIJAWg/377427_10150893968420167_627905166_21038303_562131380_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-8637091928560583205?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8637091928560583205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/8637091928560583205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/8637091928560583205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-moment.html' title='This Moment'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-2KMGqLKCcAQ/TrP3-MTGrYI/AAAAAAAAAhs/4xc4L_OFwdY/s72-c/lukie%252526hannah_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-2360456034903435382</id><published>2011-11-02T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T19:12:18.874-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Taken Halloween night.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ovKTzM3tLPY/TrF93XQTzMI/AAAAAAAAAhE/QYdHiq8_XHQ/s1600-h/halloween%252520group%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="halloween group" border="0" height="316" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-QsKJmlFCHv0/TrF93kA0YcI/AAAAAAAAAhM/xonsg3ZZXm4/halloween%252520group_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none; border-width: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="halloween group" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-2360456034903435382?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2360456034903435382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/11/30-days-of-thanks-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2360456034903435382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2360456034903435382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/11/30-days-of-thanks-day-2.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-QsKJmlFCHv0/TrF93kA0YcI/AAAAAAAAAhM/xonsg3ZZXm4/s72-c/halloween%252520group_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-6582437766774565565</id><published>2011-10-31T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T22:20:13.657-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Charlie Brown Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"Each year, the Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch that he thinks is the most sincere. He's gotta pick this one. He's got to. I don't see how a pumpkin patch can be more sincere than this one. You can look around and there's not a sign of hypocrisy. Nothing but sincerity as far as the eye can see." L. Van Pelt (&amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;Charles Schulz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-6582437766774565565?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6582437766774565565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/10/charlie-brown-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6582437766774565565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6582437766774565565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/10/charlie-brown-quotes.html' title='Charlie Brown Quotes'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-5873007948745406919</id><published>2011-10-31T21:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T21:08:14.582-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><title type='text'>Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We’re back home from trick or treating. This year I was accompanied by Mario (played by Christian) Luigi (Played by Aiden) Lightning McQueen Pitt crew (played by Lukie) &amp;amp; a Pink Poodle (played by Hannah) we were joined by a ninja &amp;amp; a twister board. Ottis went in a suit and played a professional from wallstreet, while i played a protestor (who had no sign because he took all my money) ... It was a good night. A bit of rain, but nothing too bad (at least there was no snow this year!!)    &lt;br /&gt;This year Hannah totally took to saying trick or treat and knocking on doors, and Christian got to go off with his friends (and their dad) without us (BIG step for him!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;October 2011- you will be fondly remembered.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-5873007948745406919?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/5873007948745406919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5873007948745406919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5873007948745406919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-2011.html' title='Halloween 2011'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-9221400340419103840</id><published>2011-10-30T17:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T18:26:26.535-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Occupy Movement 2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the news'/><title type='text'>Occupy London</title><content type='html'>I’ve been quiet about it, mostly because I've been too busy to keep up and feel like i don’t really have a ‘right’ to say anything without really knowing…. but.. &lt;a href="http://www.metronews.ca/london/local/article/1008565--occupy-london-protesters-headed-to-city-hall" target="_blank"&gt;reading the news the other day&lt;/a&gt; got me questioning the whole movement here.&amp;nbsp;     I feel like i'm missing some important piece to the puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why, when the protestors here have someone in power, in government (The mayor) willing not only to listen to them but to actually sit down and ‘work with them’ to work out something together, are they still protesting so hard.&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t the point to get someone to listen to them? To get someone to start changing things? &lt;br /&gt;Well, they have it. What do they want now?&lt;br /&gt;They want the mayor to ‘bend the rules’ to allow them to camp in a public park overnight? &lt;br /&gt;What makes them special snowflakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;“People don’t necessarily have to … live in the park to get attention,” Fontana said during the town hall broadcast. “The rules are for everyone. … &lt;b&gt;The law is the law for everyone&lt;/b&gt;.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have been told they could protest there between 6 am &amp;amp; 10 pm, and a nearby church has offered to allow them to camp out on their private property, and still a lot of them are upset by this?&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t get it.&amp;nbsp; They have someone willing to listen. Willing to help make the situations of joblessness, homelessness etc better, why not work with him instead of being stubborn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I believe in peaceful protest,” Fontana told the occupiers after about 50 of them all but took over his virtual town hall meeting Thursday at the Covent Garden Market. “&lt;b&gt;I want to work with you&lt;/b&gt;.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear protestors in london (ont) : Your protest has been heard. Now it’s time to go and &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; do something to help.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Putting up tents and breaking bi-laws isn’t going to help joblessness and homelessness in this city&lt;/b&gt;. Sitting down with Mayor Fontana is at the very least a step in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Found on the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/occupylondonontario?sk=wall"&gt;occupy london page &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: #edeff4; color: #333333; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 14px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: #edeff4; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 14px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;I think they're really starting to prove that they just want to have a camping trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted the mayor's ear, they've got it, even an offer of biannual meetings with the group. But now, after getting that, they're still demanding their right to hang around in a tent in a public park."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-9221400340419103840?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/9221400340419103840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/10/occupy-london.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/9221400340419103840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/9221400340419103840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/10/occupy-london.html' title='Occupy London'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-1762677331390799780</id><published>2011-10-29T12:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T17:08:20.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to go back to a time when....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;div class="posterous_bookmarklet_entry"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp; a.. Decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-mo."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; b.. Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, "do over!"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; c.. "Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the fastest.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; d.. Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in "Monopoly."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; e.. Catching the fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; f.. It wasn't odd to have two or three "best friends."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; g.. Being old referred to anyone over 20.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; h.. The net on a tennis court was the perfect height to play volleyball &lt;br /&gt;and rules didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; i.. The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was cooties.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; j.. It was magic when dad would "remove" his thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; k.. It was unbelievable that dodgeball wasn't an Olympic event&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; l.. Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a slingshot.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; m.. Nobody was prettier than Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; n.. Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; o.. It was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the "big people" &lt;br /&gt;rides at the amusement park.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; p.. Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; q.. Abilities were discovered because of a "double-dog-dare."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; r.. Saturday morning cartoons weren't 30-minute ads for action figures.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; s.. No shopping trip was complete unless a new toy was brought home.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; t.. "Oly-oly-oxen-free" made perfect sense.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; u.. Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; v.. The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; w.. War was a card game.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; x.. Water balloons were the ultimate weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; y.. Baseball cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; z.. Taking drugs meant orange-flavored chewable aspirin.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; aa.. Ice cream was considered a basic food group.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ab.. Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest &lt;br /&gt;protectors.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="posterous_quote_citation"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://laughnet.net/printer_friendly.php?products_id=776"&gt;laughnet.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-1762677331390799780?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1762677331390799780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/10/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/1762677331390799780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/1762677331390799780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/10/untitled.html' title='I want to go back to a time when....'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-6676095636787622276</id><published>2011-10-26T07:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T07:34:26.523-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Random &amp; Christmas shopping</title><content type='html'>Remember that nice weather we were having?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. that's old news now.&lt;br /&gt;The last week or two has been nothing but rain, drizzle and gloom.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that. I love this time of year for the colours and the crispness in the air, but hate the gloom.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was winter already. Yes, you guys can totally throw that in my face when i start complaining about the winter. I don't want the gloomy winter days though. I want the sparkly snow days. The days when you can curl up warmth and drink hot chocolate while watching the snow sparkle out the window, or build a snowman with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. that was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started Christmas shopping. With four kids and one of them with a birthday 11 days before christmas it's insane not to start. We went to walmart yesterday. We're going to costco next week sometime because they have some pretty awesome deals on kids toys, then next month we're going to the samco toy warehouse when it comes. I get the best deals there, plus the kids school gets a kick back from them. Win/Win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've created so many good blog subjects in my head, then forget to blog when i get to sit down. Things just get crazy sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-6676095636787622276?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6676095636787622276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/10/remember-that-nice-weather-we-were.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6676095636787622276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6676095636787622276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/10/remember-that-nice-weather-we-were.html' title='Random &amp; Christmas shopping'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-7792496714266717510</id><published>2011-10-09T09:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T07:34:50.393-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving Canada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;It's thanksgiving weekend in my part of the world.&lt;br /&gt;That means i'm spending the day getting my house ready for 15 people. I'm spending the day cooking. My Sis-In-Law, &lt;a href="http://lilmzkatrina.posterous.com/"&gt;Kat&lt;/a&gt;, is here helping move things along today. &amp;amp; My Aunt is cooking a ton of the vegies at her house and bringing them over, so it won't be too much work.&lt;br /&gt;Last year it was so beautiful outside that we ended up eating out there. There's something about eating thanksgiving dinner in the crisp autumn air surrounded by leaves that makes it even better.Today should be beautiful enough to do that again! According to the weather we're going up to 24°C (48 °F)&amp;nbsp; which is pretty warm in these parts for october.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're celebrating this weekend, Happy thanksgiving (Or happy harvest!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-7792496714266717510?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7792496714266717510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-thanksgiving-canada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7792496714266717510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7792496714266717510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-thanksgiving-canada.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving Canada!'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-1751568044535559816</id><published>2011-10-04T23:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T17:40:52.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whales are beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage"&gt;  &lt;div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A  while back, at the entrance of a gym, there was a picture of a very  thin and beautiful woman. The caption was &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"This summer, do you want to  be a mermaid or a whale?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The story goes, a woman (of clothing size unknown) answered the following way: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Dear people, whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, seals,  curious humans), they are sexually active and raise their children with  great t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="font-size: large;"&gt;enderness.&lt;br /&gt; They entertain  like crazy with dolphins and eat lots of prawns. They swim all day and  travel to fantastic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea or the coral  reefs of Polynesia.&lt;br /&gt; They sing incredibly well and sometimes even are  on cds. They are impressive and dearly loved animals, which everyone  defend and admires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mermaids do not exist.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But if they existed, they would line up to see a psychologist because of a problem of split personality: woman or fish?&lt;br /&gt; They would have no sex life and could not bear children.&lt;br /&gt; Yes, they would be lovely, but lonely and sad.&lt;br /&gt; And, who wants a girl that smells like fish by his side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Without a doubt, I'd rather be a whale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;At a time when the media tells us that only thin is beautiful, I prefer  to eat ice cream with my kids, to have dinner with my husband, to eat  and drink and have fun with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We women, we gain  weight because we accumulate so much wisdom and knowledge that there  isn't enough space in our heads, and it spreads all over our bodies.&lt;br /&gt; We are not fat, we are greatly cultivated.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Every time I see my curves in the mirror,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I tell myself: "How amazing am I ?! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(The girl on the picture is French model Tara Lynn)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="mvm uiStreamAttachments clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="uiPhotoThumb largePhoto" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=2545702681966&amp;amp;set=a.2545702521962.2154719.1235752135&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;ref=nf" rel="theater" title="A while back, at the entrance of a gym, there was a picture of a very thin and beautiful woman. The caption was &amp;quot;This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?&amp;quot;  The story goes, a woman (of clothing size unknown) answered the following way:   &amp;quot;Dear people, whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, seals, curious humans), they are sexually active and raise their children with great tenderness. They entertain like crazy with dolphins and eat lots of prawns. They swim all day and travel to fantastic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea or the coral reefs of Polynesia. They sing incredibly well and sometimes even are on cds. They are impressive and dearly loved animals, which everyone defend and admires.  Mermaids do not exist.  But if they existed, they would line up to see a psychologist because of a problem of split personality: woman or fish? They would have no sex life and could not bear children. Yes, they would be lovely, but lonely and sad. And, who wants a girl that smells like fish by his side?  Without a doubt, I'd rather be a whale.  At a time when the media tells us that only thin is beautiful, I prefer to eat ice cream with my kids, to have dinner with my husband, to eat and drink and have fun with my friends.  We women, we gain weight because we accumulate so much wisdom and knowledge that there isn't enough space in our heads, and it spreads all over our bodies. We are not fat, we are greatly cultivated. Every time I see my curves in the mirror, I tell myself: &amp;quot;How amazing am I ?! &amp;quot;  (The girl on the picture is French model Tara Lynn)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="p_embed p_image_embed"&gt;&lt;a class="uiPhotoThumb largePhoto" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=2545702681966&amp;amp;set=a.2545702521962.2154719.1235752135&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;ref=nf" rel="theater" title="A while back, at the entrance of a gym, there was a picture of a very thin and beautiful woman. The caption was &amp;quot;This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?&amp;quot;  The story goes, a woman (of clothing size unknown) answered the following way:   &amp;quot;Dear people, whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, seals, curious humans), they are sexually active and raise their children with great tenderness. They entertain like crazy with dolphins and eat lots of prawns. They swim all day and travel to fantastic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea or the coral reefs of Polynesia. They sing incredibly well and sometimes even are on cds. They are impressive and dearly loved animals, which everyone defend and admires.  Mermaids do not exist.  But if they existed, they would line up to see a psychologist because of a problem of split personality: woman or fish? They would have no sex life and could not bear children. Yes, they would be lovely, but lonely and sad. And, who wants a girl that smells like fish by his side?  Without a doubt, I'd rather be a whale.  At a time when the media tells us that only thin is beautiful, I prefer to eat ice cream with my kids, to have dinner with my husband, to eat and drink and have fun with my friends.  We women, we gain weight because we accumulate so much wisdom and knowledge that there isn't enough space in our heads, and it spreads all over our bodies. We are not fat, we are greatly cultivated. Every time I see my curves in the mirror, I tell myself: &amp;quot;How amazing am I ?! &amp;quot;  (The girl on the picture is French model Tara Lynn)"&gt;&lt;img alt="320756_2545702681966_1235752135_33215266_1101898257_n" height="400" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-10-04/jnFBuoJFHJDJqjcEajfzpuacHdanvbhwwJgbkszhJbifkxAjvcuEqGrduafp/320756_2545702681966_1235752135_33215266_1101898257_n.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="338" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a class="uiPhotoThumb largePhoto" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=2545702681966&amp;amp;set=a.2545702521962.2154719.1235752135&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;ref=nf" rel="theater" title="A while back, at the entrance of a gym, there was a picture of a very thin and beautiful woman. The caption was &amp;quot;This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?&amp;quot;  The story goes, a woman (of clothing size unknown) answered the following way:   &amp;quot;Dear people, whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, seals, curious humans), they are sexually active and raise their children with great tenderness. They entertain like crazy with dolphins and eat lots of prawns. They swim all day and travel to fantastic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea or the coral reefs of Polynesia. They sing incredibly well and sometimes even are on cds. They are impressive and dearly loved animals, which everyone defend and admires.  Mermaids do not exist.  But if they existed, they would line up to see a psychologist because of a problem of split personality: woman or fish? They would have no sex life and could not bear children. Yes, they would be lovely, but lonely and sad. And, who wants a girl that smells like fish by his side?  Without a doubt, I'd rather be a whale.  At a time when the media tells us that only thin is beautiful, I prefer to eat ice cream with my kids, to have dinner with my husband, to eat and drink and have fun with my friends.  We women, we gain weight because we accumulate so much wisdom and knowledge that there isn't enough space in our heads, and it spreads all over our bodies. We are not fat, we are greatly cultivated. Every time I see my curves in the mirror, I tell myself: &amp;quot;How amazing am I ?! &amp;quot;  (The girl on the picture is French model Tara Lynn)"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-1751568044535559816?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1751568044535559816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/10/whales-are-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/1751568044535559816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/1751568044535559816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/10/whales-are-beautiful.html' title='Whales are beautiful'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-6450420321731929770</id><published>2011-10-01T17:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T17:49:12.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy October</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class='p_embed p_image_embed'&gt; &lt;img alt="305804_2429204605863_1124034839_32894586_908115293_n" height="530" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-10-01/BuHgltDqgffnrDqDvmarqsdywxbhHApgEstjDpwcsCFrgkcorkbDqtiuAnkp/305804_2429204605863_1124034839_32894586_908115293_n.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-6450420321731929770?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6450420321731929770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-october.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6450420321731929770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6450420321731929770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-october.html' title='Happy October'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-6218218439972334799</id><published>2011-09-29T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T19:21:27.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can’t believe it’s been seven years since &lt;a href="http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2004/10/birth-story-guess-what-i-had.html" target="_blank"&gt;aiden made his quick debut into the world.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Aiden!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-6218218439972334799?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6218218439972334799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-cant-believe-its-been-seven-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6218218439972334799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6218218439972334799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-cant-believe-its-been-seven-years.html' title=''/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-585673268052160788</id><published>2011-09-26T20:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:42:56.435-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday Christian!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Holy crap, today i am the mother of a ten year old. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When did that happen? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2001/09/christian-birth.html" target="_blank"&gt;I can’t believe it has been a decade since they handed me my first teeny, tiny (not so much haha) baby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Happy birthday to Christian! &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;---Bring on the tween age!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-585673268052160788?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/585673268052160788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-christian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/585673268052160788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/585673268052160788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-christian.html' title='Happy birthday Christian!'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-4459880159939328922</id><published>2011-09-24T23:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T16:42:36.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slut Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;div class="posterous_bookmarklet_entry"&gt;&lt;div class="p_embed p_image_embed"&gt;&lt;img alt="Media_httpcdnfrontmov_kmdnx" height="320" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/mzvanessa/jnFlecJknudDbGJjybFkCsvocEiIwgbCmGaoJHzJqhArFFJsgsrxJjHufrfG/media_httpcdnfrontmov_kmdnx.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="213" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="posterous_quote_citation"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://front.moveon.org/10-best-photos-from-this-summers-most-scantily-clad-movement?rc=fb.fan"&gt;front.moveon.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-4459880159939328922?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4459880159939328922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/09/untitled_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/4459880159939328922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/4459880159939328922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/09/untitled_24.html' title='Slut Walk'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-766957118934984455</id><published>2011-09-21T23:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T16:48:59.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We  need to teach our daughters to distinguish between a man who flatters  her - and a man who compliments her. A man who spends money on her - and  a man who invests in her. A man who views her as property - and a man  who views her properly. A man who lusts after her - and a man who loves  her. A man who believes he is God's gift to women - and a man who  remembers a woman was God's gift to man...And then teach our boys to be  that man. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-766957118934984455?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/766957118934984455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/09/untitled_21.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/766957118934984455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/766957118934984455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/09/untitled_21.html' title=''/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-2035522034498548557</id><published>2011-09-21T21:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T21:22:46.412-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Welcome Fall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class='p_embed p_image_embed'&gt; &lt;img alt="Happy-fall-yall" height="234" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-09-21/iBCwwiIFDenDccacisJkiyaFnHyAikbburDcfinlEDHwkevHuHigitozpoor/happy-fall-yall.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="240" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;John Burroughs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-2035522034498548557?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2035522034498548557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/09/welcome-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2035522034498548557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2035522034498548557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/09/welcome-fall.html' title='Welcome Fall!'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-8051574044105317525</id><published>2011-09-18T15:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T15:18:39.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class='p_embed p_image_embed'&gt; &lt;img alt="Heyu" height="327" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-09-18/vnxuDGheviDJxoEtAvvwkhzndqBBHonuBmqtekrkrcetueoasqyrmifntoGm/heyu.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-8051574044105317525?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8051574044105317525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/09/hey-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/8051574044105317525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/8051574044105317525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/09/hey-you.html' title='Hey You'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-6725795109392923704</id><published>2011-09-15T14:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T16:56:14.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>safety</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;div class="p_embed p_image_embed"&gt;&lt;img alt="199261557_uz94e8at_c" height="330" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-09-15/oFungruCkxxAucDGotJdfFqevJDFykBseHemrEFDiGbvukqFIbIervFIsrEc/199261557_UZ94e8AT_c.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-6725795109392923704?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6725795109392923704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/09/untitled.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6725795109392923704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6725795109392923704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/09/untitled.html' title='safety'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-7223173271186338837</id><published>2011-09-13T21:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:06:03.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I joined a new page on fb geared towards parents of four or more kids, and they have ‘community questions’ for the moms &amp;amp; dads of many to answer. You answer as a comment, but i thought the question was blog worthy (especially, since i haven’t blogged in forever) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;[via &lt;a href="http://www.4kidsormore.com" target="_blank"&gt;4 kids or more&lt;/a&gt;] &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you believe in giving your kids individual time? And if so, how do you make the time? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As a mother of four kids, under 10, all in various stages of development, this is a loaded question. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;my response: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do i try to make equal, separate, individual time for them? Of course i do. Does it always work out? Not always.       &lt;br /&gt;Am i going to beat myself up over it? Nope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A long time ago, when i was still a mother of two, i read a quote somewhere that stuck with me.       &lt;br /&gt;It said “Treating everyone equal does not mean that everyone gets the same, it means everyone gets what they need” and it works, even for parenting.        &lt;br /&gt;Not always do each of my four children get the exact same amount of time, but they do get the time they individually need, and with the same amount of attention, love and patience.        &lt;br /&gt;It may mean that my #2 gets 15 mins of a story, but #1 only gets 10 mins of serious talking, #3 gets a story and snuggle for 20 mins while #4 gets 30 mins of nursing and snuggling. I don’t think the time is going to be what they remember. I don’t think #1 is going to grow up thinking about how he only got ten mins of my time on friday while #2 got 15. I like to think what he’ll remember is that his mom stopped, and listened, uninterrupted when he needed me too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quality, not quantity, i guess that’s what we do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m not saying that christian *always* gets the least, or hannah the most. I’m also not saying that it’s always like this. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What my point is, i’m not going to hate myself or feel guilty if they don’t all get exactly the same amount of individual time everyday.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-7223173271186338837?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7223173271186338837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-joined-new-page-on-fb-geared-towards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7223173271186338837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7223173271186338837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-joined-new-page-on-fb-geared-towards.html' title=''/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-2973147428216462903</id><published>2011-09-11T09:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T12:07:47.296-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11'/><title type='text'>Nine-eleven Ten years later.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAyTIaCK73w/Tmy8K9TTLUI/AAAAAAAAAgc/MPJ_GqxBuVE/s1600/9-11-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAyTIaCK73w/Tmy8K9TTLUI/AAAAAAAAAgc/MPJ_GqxBuVE/s320/9-11-01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago. Has it really been that long?&amp;nbsp; I remember it like it was yesterday.If you asked me if I remembered what I did last Tuesday I couldn't tell you... but if you asked me if I remembered what I was doing 10 years ago on Tuesday, September 11, 2001, I could tell you exactly what I was doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was in the bath, almost due with Christian. My grandmother was yelling down the hall "they hit the towers" I got out to find her white as a ghost, with the news on, and she said "i can't live through another world war" as the second plane hit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-tWK8mUwG8YM/Tmy55hyDq-I/AAAAAAAAAgM/8UxXrjfWSaw/s1600-h/318879_247433948631150_137355506305662_659931_1163573366_n%25255B2%25255D.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="318879_247433948631150_137355506305662_659931_1163573366_n" border="0" height="284" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-GcvUhWrIlrQ/Tmy55_i9MOI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/GTge-pPjPr4/318879_247433948631150_137355506305662_659931_1163573366_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none; border-width: 0px; display: inline; float: left; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="318879_247433948631150_137355506305662_659931_1163573366_n" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the oneness which occurred immediately following the attacks that day? Remember&amp;nbsp; how it didn't matter what "party" you belonged to? Remember THAT? Remember you made eye&amp;nbsp; contact with people everywhere you went because we all had something in common? Let us not forget THAT. (quote &amp;amp; painting &lt;i&gt;via &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/JobDescriptionMommy" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Job Description mommy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now, we have inscribed a new memory alongside those others. It’s a memory of tragedy and shock, of loss and mourning. But not only of loss and mourning. It’s also a memory of bravery and self-sacrifice, and the love that lays down its life for a friend–even a friend whose name it never knew. “   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- President George W. Bush, December 11, 2001&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g7HMm2EoLgs/Tmy8LmklAHI/AAAAAAAAAgg/hWVXaUpPjnA/s1600/29074057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g7HMm2EoLgs/Tmy8LmklAHI/AAAAAAAAAgg/hWVXaUpPjnA/s400/29074057.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;For the husband who told his wife he loved her before his plane went down in a field. For the wife who stopped in the stairs to call her husband to say she will love him forever. For the mothers and fathers who kissed their kids goodbye that morning for the last time. For the policemen, firemen, and other rescue workers who rushed in to help others and lost their lives. For the soldiers who fought back and made the ultimate sacrifice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;a decade ago we lost over 3000 lives in new york city. and they will &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;never be forgotten.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red; color: white;"&gt;Today, tomorrow, ten years &lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;from now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red; color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue; color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we will remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue; color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;may they rip. much love to their families. &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-2973147428216462903?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2973147428216462903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/09/nine-eleven-ten-years-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2973147428216462903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2973147428216462903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/09/nine-eleven-ten-years-later.html' title='Nine-eleven Ten years later.'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAyTIaCK73w/Tmy8K9TTLUI/AAAAAAAAAgc/MPJ_GqxBuVE/s72-c/9-11-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-2837941396731345466</id><published>2011-09-07T21:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T21:48:06.357-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Phoenix</title><content type='html'>It’s been a while since i really posted anything. I’ve been neglecting pretty much everything online the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;The last three weeks has been especially hectic for my family. &lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday my brother and his wife had a house fire that left them and their two young children with pretty-much nothing.&lt;br /&gt;It started in the kitchen, as a grease fire. My brother got his children out, but realized his wife was still in the house, upstairs, napping. He ran through the smoke, up the stairs, nothing over his face, to get her. She panicked and ran back in the room. He had no idea since he couldn’t see. He ended up having to go back up three different times, but managed to get her out. &lt;br /&gt;My brother is an every-day-&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;hero&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Of course, their tragedy didn’t end there. What wasn’t damaged by smoke was ruined with chemical. Their fridge and freezer caught fire and the freon blew up &amp;amp; traveled in the air. Pretty much anything that may have been damaged by freon had to be taken out, and that was pretty much everything.&lt;br /&gt;The good news? the two communities (theirs and ours) have been overwhelmingly helpful. They have clothes for the kids and even some stuff for their house, when they can move back in (in a couple of weeks, when the landlords get it fixed back up)&lt;br /&gt;Plus we’ve been going through some stuff here at the house for them.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the best thing is that they are all safe, apart from being a little shook up and emotional. The kids break your heart though, they’re young (4 &amp;amp; 2) and don’t really understand why they can’t go back and get their toys. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-2837941396731345466?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2837941396731345466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/09/phoenix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2837941396731345466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2837941396731345466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/09/phoenix.html' title='Phoenix'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-7142750105101962233</id><published>2011-08-26T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T17:10:22.637-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls talk thursday'/><title type='text'>GT: Miss Spelling</title><content type='html'>This week is the last week for language (boo :( ) and it's all about words you misspell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/author/BeautyQueen/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;necessarily.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I always mess up the C &amp;amp; the S (here, i just used spell check to make sure it was right, which it wasn't- thank the lord for spell check!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/category/girls-talk/" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/beautyqueengene/gt-button2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Want to join in the fun?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Try Girl talk!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-7142750105101962233?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7142750105101962233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/08/gt-miss-spelling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7142750105101962233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7142750105101962233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/08/gt-miss-spelling.html' title='GT: Miss Spelling'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/beautyqueengene/th_gt-button2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-2885359868853449513</id><published>2011-08-25T14:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T14:40:59.020-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My  friends, love is better than anger. Hope is better than fear. Optimism  is better than despair. So let us be loving, hopeful and optimistic. And  we'll change the world. - Jack Layton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-2885359868853449513?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2885359868853449513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-friends-love-is-better-than-anger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2885359868853449513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2885359868853449513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-friends-love-is-better-than-anger.html' title=''/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-3778641979612030848</id><published>2011-08-22T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T10:20:15.855-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the news'/><title type='text'>Rip Jack Layton</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.cp24.com/servlet/an/local/CTVNews/20110822/110822_jack_layton/20110822/?hub=CP24Home"&gt;CP24- Jack Layton dies after second cancer battle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace Jack Layton.&lt;br /&gt;You fought bravely and hard for Canadian families.&lt;br /&gt;You will be missed by many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“If I have tried to bring anything to federal politics, it is the idea  that &lt;b&gt;hope and optimism should be at their heart,&lt;/b&gt;”&amp;nbsp;“&lt;b&gt;We can look after  each other better than we do today,&lt;/b&gt;”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;“We can have a fiscally  responsible government. We can have a strong economy; greater equality; a  clean environment&lt;b&gt;. We can be a force for peace in the world.&lt;/b&gt;”&amp;nbsp; -&lt;a href="http://www.ndp.ca/press/jack-laytons-statement"&gt;Jack Layton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;These were the last words Mister Layton left to his party, and us, in his press release. I can only hope that we can follow them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-3778641979612030848?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3778641979612030848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/08/rip-jack-layton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/3778641979612030848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/3778641979612030848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/08/rip-jack-layton.html' title='Rip Jack Layton'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-6234725044230755582</id><published>2011-08-19T08:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T10:21:19.656-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Pain is no longer pain once it has passed</title><content type='html'>This has been a long week in our house. One of the hardest weeks ever.    &lt;br /&gt;On Monday this world lost a good person. My husband’s grandmother, Marg. Ottis and her were close, so this has been hard on him,&amp;nbsp; The only saving grace for us is that we knew it was coming and she was in pain. The pain is over now, which of course is a relief to everyone. It doesn’t make the missing her part easier though. &lt;br /&gt;She had pneumonia, they had sent her to the hospital a few days prior to her birthday on the 12th.. They were trying to drain her lungs and get her on medication to help with the pneumonia. They had her on a breathing machine while they were administering medication and trying to cure her.&lt;br /&gt;Ottis went to see her last Saturday&amp;nbsp; and she grabbed his hand and told him to take care of the kids and me. It was a sign. She was telling him, reminding him, that he had a family and people to love him and that he loved even if she left..&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning my MIL called and said that they had taken her off the breathing machines because the medication wasn’t curing her. Her lungs were filling with fluid slowly. They had done all they could. Marg had signed a DNR and since the hospital knew that the medication wasn’t working they had to abide by her wishes not to be kept alive unnecessarily. We quickly got a babysitter and went up to see her. The nurse warned us that she would likely not talk because all her strength was going to breathing. Ottis had what he knew would likely be his last moments with his grandmother. It was bitter sweet to watch.After she fell asleep we went home. &lt;br /&gt;Monday we called the hospital. They said her condition was no worse then before. A few hours later my MIL called to tell us she had passed.&lt;br /&gt;We had the viewing last night, and the funeral is today. &lt;br /&gt;Ottis is keeping it together better then i thought he would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-6234725044230755582?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6234725044230755582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/08/pain-is-no-longer-pain-once-it-has.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6234725044230755582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6234725044230755582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/08/pain-is-no-longer-pain-once-it-has.html' title='Pain is no longer pain once it has passed'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-5028980867711689523</id><published>2011-08-18T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T09:53:28.370-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls talk thursday'/><title type='text'>GT: Weirds the Word</title><content type='html'>"This week we’re talking about that one word which we find weird and/or funny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is going to be hard. Simply because I&amp;nbsp; can't think of a word i find weird/funny.&lt;br /&gt;What i do find funny/weird are words that sound the same but don't have nothing else in common (as in they don't share a simillar meaning)&lt;br /&gt;For instance "know"&amp;nbsp; (I know the words to the song) and 'no"&amp;nbsp; "no, you cannot go to the store."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English language is filled with many words like this, and i have never understood it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/category/girls-talk/" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/beautyqueengene/gt-button2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Want to join in the fun?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Try Girl talk!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-5028980867711689523?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/5028980867711689523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/08/gt-weirds-word.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5028980867711689523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5028980867711689523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/08/gt-weirds-word.html' title='GT: Weirds the Word'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/beautyqueengene/th_gt-button2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-7746746468244901639</id><published>2011-08-17T22:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T22:27:58.088-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: Grandma Marg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X8a1aDHBKdw/Tkx4pB5Q8rI/AAAAAAAAAgA/JmpMIU9jLsk/s1600/marg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="356" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X8a1aDHBKdw/Tkx4pB5Q8rI/AAAAAAAAAgA/JmpMIU9jLsk/s400/marg.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-NCT8XHWBX0U/Tkx4RA9vAlI/AAAAAAAAAf4/W_IUmShKLtw/s1600-h/marg%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-7746746468244901639?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7746746468244901639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/08/wordless-wednesday-grandma-marg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7746746468244901639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7746746468244901639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/08/wordless-wednesday-grandma-marg.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: Grandma Marg'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X8a1aDHBKdw/Tkx4pB5Q8rI/AAAAAAAAAgA/JmpMIU9jLsk/s72-c/marg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-2136871235547574285</id><published>2011-08-11T20:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T21:01:46.615-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls talk thursday'/><title type='text'>GT: I learned a new word</title><content type='html'>They’re talking languages over on girl talk. Last week we all posted about our favourite words, and this week is about new words we’ve learned. I guess the newsest word i learned was from &lt;a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/" target="_blank"&gt;BeautyQueenGene&lt;/a&gt; on her entry about the monthly themes.&lt;br /&gt;I learned the word “Pinay” , which i had to google, and found out it is a slang word that is used for Filipina/&lt;i&gt;Pilipina&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I should have known this. One of my first boyfriends was pilipino., i just never heard him refer to anyone as a pinay or a pino.&lt;br /&gt;I guess we learn something new every day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/category/girls-talk/" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/beautyqueengene/gt-button2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Want to join in the fun?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Try Girl talk!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-2136871235547574285?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2136871235547574285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/08/wordless-wednesdays-storybook-gardens.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2136871235547574285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2136871235547574285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/08/wordless-wednesdays-storybook-gardens.html' title='GT: I learned a new word'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/beautyqueengene/th_gt-button2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-6470665262088459560</id><published>2011-08-04T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T17:28:38.889-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls talk thursday'/><title type='text'>GT Thursday: Favourite Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This month is all about language over on GT. For those that know me, you know i absolutely adore language, so this month is going to be fun for me! YAY!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This week is all about your favourite word.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just one? Really? .. i don’t think i have just one, so one of my favourite words is ‘&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/exacerbate" target="_blank"&gt;exacerbate&lt;/a&gt;’ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I mostly like it because people almost always confuse it with &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/ex+asperate" target="_blank"&gt;exasperate&lt;/a&gt;, which means something totally different.&amp;#160; The principal at my son’s school actually confused the two at a meeting, i laughed a little inside.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I also like it because it rolls of your tongue nicely. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wanna play girl talk? Join the fun!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/category/girls-talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" alt="" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/beautyqueengene/gt-button2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-6470665262088459560?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6470665262088459560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/08/gt-thursday-favourite-word.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6470665262088459560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6470665262088459560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/08/gt-thursday-favourite-word.html' title='GT Thursday: Favourite Word'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/beautyqueengene/th_gt-button2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-6692851706722729474</id><published>2011-08-03T16:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T16:59:43.680-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: These always remind me of her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-uNoT5tQOkMo/Tj2q9lKyZtI/AAAAAAAAAfg/mhwFgPy08R0/s1600-h/queenannslace%25255B3%25255D.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="queenannslace" border="0" height="227" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-EvJwGypObk0/Tj2q-Fam-MI/AAAAAAAAAfk/bgodAUx0sts/queenannslace_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none; border-width: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="queenannslace" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to pick these by the handful for my Grandma &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-6692851706722729474?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6692851706722729474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/08/wordless-wednesday-these-always-remind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6692851706722729474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6692851706722729474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/08/wordless-wednesday-these-always-remind.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: These always remind me of her.'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-EvJwGypObk0/Tj2q-Fam-MI/AAAAAAAAAfk/bgodAUx0sts/s72-c/queenannslace_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-5415188154741035165</id><published>2011-07-29T15:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T15:49:53.382-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls talk thursday'/><title type='text'>Girl Talk: Best Birthday Ever</title><content type='html'>This week's Girl Talk is "the best birthday ever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really think i have a 'best'&amp;nbsp; birthday 'ever'&amp;nbsp; i've enjoyed many. MY sweet 16, my 19th, my 21 (the first birthday where i was a mommy)&amp;nbsp; but.. best?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure, really.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite one's was my 29th birthday. Ottis took the boys to the store, where they picked out cake and flowers. They made me presents. It was simple, and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite things are simple, and thought out. I guess it makes sense my favourite birthday was based on simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/category/girls-talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/beautyqueengene/gt-button2.png" /&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/2095117346848859101-5415188154741035165?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/5415188154741035165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/girl-talk-best-birthday-ever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5415188154741035165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5415188154741035165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/girl-talk-best-birthday-ever.html' title='Girl Talk: Best Birthday Ever'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/beautyqueengene/th_gt-button2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-4798605384322364572</id><published>2011-07-27T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T23:25:11.138-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday:  Taken after a long day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A7A7DkBnwKc/TjDWWzVKeFI/AAAAAAAAAdk/DSH7rOKO5Vg/s1600/IMG_1645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A7A7DkBnwKc/TjDWWzVKeFI/AAAAAAAAAdk/DSH7rOKO5Vg/s320/IMG_1645.JPG" width="320" /&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/2095117346848859101-4798605384322364572?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4798605384322364572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/wordless-wednesday-taken-after-long-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/4798605384322364572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/4798605384322364572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/wordless-wednesday-taken-after-long-day.html' title='Wordless Wednesday:  Taken after a long day.'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A7A7DkBnwKc/TjDWWzVKeFI/AAAAAAAAAdk/DSH7rOKO5Vg/s72-c/IMG_1645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-6415710416731289612</id><published>2011-07-26T22:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T22:31:45.571-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Snagged from a FB friend..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;div class="p_embed p_image_embed"&gt;&lt;img alt="251435_10150703321990538_643720537_19480057_5432590_n" height="500" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-07-26/EmycwwfupGepmokviCCFgghdmlCbmbnAFqyFfzgGvHfFqnrIrxhybnEgdaEA/251435_10150703321990538_643720537_19480057_5432590_n.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love twilight, but i found this funny as heck.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-6415710416731289612?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6415710416731289612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/snagged-from-fb-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6415710416731289612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6415710416731289612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/snagged-from-fb-friend.html' title='Snagged from a FB friend..'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-6473311608390641246</id><published>2011-07-26T16:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T16:50:56.969-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the news'/><title type='text'>A hero died today - Macon Pets | Examiner.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/pets-in-macon/a-hero-died-today"&gt;A hero died today - Macon Pets | Examiner.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #351c75;"&gt;You won’t hear about this on the evening news, but a hero died today. K9  Capt. (retired) Morgan was one of the first cadaver dogs to reach  Ground Zero with her human partners John Frank and Jason Berrang, and  her K9 partner Molly and Molly’s human, Doug Sahlberg. They traveled  nonstop, lights and sirens going, from Savannah to New York City,  answering the call from the Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA)  for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue reading on Examiner.com &lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/pets-in-macon/a-hero-died-today#ixzz1TFLVE3r6"&gt;A hero died today - Macon Pets | Examiner.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/pets-in-macon/a-hero-died-today#ixzz1TFLVE3r6"&gt;http://www.examiner.com/pets-in-macon/a-hero-died-today#ixzz1TFLVE3r6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was touched  by this story. I think that service dogs deserve just as much recognition for service as human heroes.&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, Capp Morgan. Thank you for your service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-6473311608390641246?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6473311608390641246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/hero-died-today-macon-pets-examinercom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6473311608390641246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6473311608390641246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/hero-died-today-macon-pets-examinercom.html' title='A hero died today - Macon Pets | Examiner.com'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-5884468818980843577</id><published>2011-07-25T20:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T20:27:20.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fb Deletion: part two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--WRQiP8UbYs/TiyG5vmeDmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Jsx-C_LAXR0/s1600/brazil-bfing-ad.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My BFF got her facebook account back. They claimed it wasn't her pride picture, instead it was a picture of a baby's profile that apparently looks like a breast. (I have a labeled version at the bottom, for those having a hard time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--WRQiP8UbYs/TiyG5vmeDmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Jsx-C_LAXR0/s1600/brazil-bfing-ad.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--WRQiP8UbYs/TiyG5vmeDmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Jsx-C_LAXR0/s400/brazil-bfing-ad.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RxU8qo7EDHQ/Ti2_RdCN1hI/AAAAAAAAAc8/DjFRyaYYqwA/s1600/babyprofile.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RxU8qo7EDHQ/Ti2_RdCN1hI/AAAAAAAAAc8/DjFRyaYYqwA/s400/babyprofile.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;It seems odd to me that facebook claims it was this picture, and yet when i looked up my friend's profile on goggle, and looked at the cached version, it had her old user pic, not the pride one. I also find it odd,since a few months ago facebook deleted this picture from other profiles pretty regularly, until someone explained to them it was a baby's profile picture. Thirdly: this picture has been on her profile, in her album, for months. Literally. Now suddenly their flying on that old plane again?&lt;br /&gt;I think they realized it would be a huge mistake to admit it was the pride picture they had deleted by accident, and instead choose the good old breastfeeding scapegoat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if that's not the case, and they seriously got upset over the picture, then i'd start to wonder. Since when is a baby's cheek offensive or against the TOS on fb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't post pictures of your babies guys. FB may take offense. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--WRQiP8UbYs/TiyG5vmeDmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Jsx-C_LAXR0/s1600/brazil-bfing-ad.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-5884468818980843577?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/5884468818980843577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/fb-deletion-part-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5884468818980843577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5884468818980843577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/fb-deletion-part-two.html' title='Fb Deletion: part two'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--WRQiP8UbYs/TiyG5vmeDmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Jsx-C_LAXR0/s72-c/brazil-bfing-ad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-3540442939439278129</id><published>2011-07-24T19:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T19:48:35.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay pride= fb violation of terms?</title><content type='html'>It's a sad day when a simple picture depicting love gets you deleted from a networking site.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend had her facebook account totally removed, without more then an hour's notice, because she choose to upload a picture. A picture, which apparently violated their terms.&lt;br /&gt;Was it a picture that was violent, or full of nudity?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;It was a simple picture of a silhoutted couple kissing, in front of a rainbow flag, with the words 'happy pride"&lt;br /&gt;Nothing volitile, or harassing. Nothing sexually explicit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did facebook ping her for a viloation. They gave her a notice telling her the deleted the picture (not asking her to delete it and giving her oppurtunity to do so) then an hour later her whole account was gone.&lt;br /&gt;Cousins and family she had just reconnected with. Gone.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of her children. Gone.&lt;br /&gt;No 24 hour notice. No real warning. Just gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the first time facebook has gotten a little delete happy over pictures. Earlier this year (and in the past few years) facebook has deleted (and,at times, reinstated)  breastfeeding pictures. A simply google of the terms "facebook deletes breastfeeding pictures" and you'll find multiple stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would seem, unless you're a young 20 something beauty showing your clevage, facebook deletes you. Even over something as simple as expressing pride in ones sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to share, rt, pass around, or blog about this story. Facebook needs to stop deleting accounts over stupidness. They need to start checking the reports on photos to make sure that they are, in fact, in violation. They need to start sticking to the own terms, and stick by what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the story &lt;a href="http://complicationshappen.blogspot.com/2011/07/facebook-commits-hate-crime.html"&gt;A Complication Happened....Stand By...: Facebook commits hate crime (?)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-3540442939439278129?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3540442939439278129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/complication-happenedstand-by-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/3540442939439278129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/3540442939439278129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/complication-happenedstand-by-facebook.html' title='Gay pride= fb violation of terms?'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-2141144367703753613</id><published>2011-07-21T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T16:50:13.084-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls talk thursday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><title type='text'>Girl Talk: BIrthday Wish</title><content type='html'>When we're younger, our birthday wishes are usually big. We want the newest, hottest toys. We want what our friends have, or better. We want ponies and other extravagant things.&lt;br /&gt;As we get older we realise those things aren't really that important.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday wish for my next birthday is that I celebrate it surrounded by good friends, loving family, and that we have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/category/girls-talk/" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/beautyqueengene/gt-button2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Join the fun on Girl Talk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-2141144367703753613?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2141144367703753613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/girl-talk-birthday-wish.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2141144367703753613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2141144367703753613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/girl-talk-birthday-wish.html' title='Girl Talk: BIrthday Wish'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/beautyqueengene/th_gt-button2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-22469552729853750</id><published>2011-07-20T07:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T13:37:01.413-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lukie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: Look mama, I found DIRT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ihSdeC7XSk/TiYSFCXlDUI/AAAAAAAAAck/j_iOMy1h_wQ/s1600/lukiedirt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ihSdeC7XSk/TiYSFCXlDUI/AAAAAAAAAck/j_iOMy1h_wQ/s400/lukiedirt.jpg" width="350" /&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/2095117346848859101-22469552729853750?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/22469552729853750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/wordless-wednesday-look-mama-i-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/22469552729853750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/22469552729853750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/wordless-wednesday-look-mama-i-found.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: Look mama, I found DIRT!'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ihSdeC7XSk/TiYSFCXlDUI/AAAAAAAAAck/j_iOMy1h_wQ/s72-c/lukiedirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-6370762495390946791</id><published>2011-07-17T22:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T22:16:28.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every sunday i read the&lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.com/"&gt; post secret blog&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; every week i save one or two (sometimes more, sometimes none) that stick out for whatever reason. Not always do the secrets i save have anything to do with me, sometimes i just like the sentiment, or they made me laugh or feel something. Some weeks I like to post my favourites. I also have a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.231610670166.277689.627905166&amp;amp;l=4a1eeeec23" target="_blank"&gt;facebook photo album&lt;/a&gt; of some of my all time faves&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This week I &amp;lt;3d this one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;div class='p_embed p_image_embed'&gt; &lt;img alt="Balloons2" height="268" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-07-17/ukmfheAFrjIFsrryehttxkHGrEsFdEnAnyDfwwuheJxwIIrgrcgfohkAiFry/balloons2.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I've been lucky in love, but i know too many people who spend their lives looking for something (maybe not love, but something) and seem to forget we're supposed to be living and enjoying life, not just sitting around waiting for something to come along.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you're waiting for something, &lt;strong&gt;stop it&lt;/strong&gt;. Get out there and enjoy this moment,&lt;em&gt; right now&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-6370762495390946791?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6370762495390946791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/post-secret-sunday_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6370762495390946791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6370762495390946791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/post-secret-sunday_17.html' title='Post Secret Sunday'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-7642023200651463830</id><published>2011-07-14T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T13:35:13.668-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandpa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls talk thursday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><title type='text'>GT Thursday: Best Birthday Gift.</title><content type='html'>This week's topic over on girl talk is your best birthday gift. &lt;br /&gt;I found it hard to really pinpoint my 'best' birthday present. I have had man thoughtful, beautiful presents throughout the years. But a best? I can't pick one specific best.&lt;br /&gt;So, i will go with the one that meant the most to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather (who raised me) was in the hospital. He had cancer. We knew he wouldn't be with us long.&amp;nbsp; On my eighteenth birthday he called me into his hospital room. He had a card in his hand that said "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;everything will be alright&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;He said 'happy birthday in his tired voice then handed me the card. The inside was blank. He had told my grandmother he couldn't fill it out, but it had to come from him. He told me how no matter what it was going to be alright. He gave me the card and a locket that said '18' on the front, and his nickname for me on the back. It was the most meaningful, memorable gift i ever received. I carried that blank card through 3 moves. It's downstairs in my important papers. Every time i open it i can hear his voice, telling me all the things that would be alright. The card itself holds more meaning then the locket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/category/girls-talk/" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/beautyqueengene/gt-button2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Join the fun at Girl Talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div 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Gift.'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/beautyqueengene/th_gt-button2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-4638054525500562158</id><published>2011-07-13T22:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T22:00:00.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too beautiful not to share</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class='p_embed p_image_embed'&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-07-13/iwwnezmqjJJbufHIpbEoBbfeookiImetHkFsElbsofBtcaBzsokCfbDqIAxH/a_conversation_at_the_gates_1_2011_a_p_4.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="A_conversation_at_the_gates_1_2011_a_p_4" height="716" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-07-13/iwwnezmqjJJbufHIpbEoBbfeookiImetHkFsElbsofBtcaBzsokCfbDqIAxH/a_conversation_at_the_gates_1_2011_a_p_4.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;div class='p_embed p_image_embed'&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-07-13/nIyluzlCneomggDudamzakkoczCwlxybzIEilIqHiaeCBnarCcwljmsIsiue/a_conversation_at_the_gates_2_2011_a_p.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="A_conversation_at_the_gates_2_2011_a_p" height="713" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-07-13/nIyluzlCneomggDudamzakkoczCwlxybzIEilIqHiaeCBnarCcwljmsIsiue/a_conversation_at_the_gates_2_2011_a_p.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I found this here: &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/news/brady-bunch-gilligan-sherwood-schwartz"&gt;http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/news/brady-bunch-gilligan-sherwood-schwartz&lt;/a&gt; and thought it was too beautiful not to share.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We shouldn't have to wait until the end to realize what we have around us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thank you for reminding us of that Mr Scwartz.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;3 Rest In Peace &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-4638054525500562158?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-3820713305877707995</id><published>2011-07-13T08:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T08:31:00.299-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Wordless wednesday: What I wouldn't give for this moment again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QPaE5mu8WYU/ThyfAQhaDZI/AAAAAAAAAbc/cxiHdjFHpY4/s1600/mom%2526us11" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QPaE5mu8WYU/ThyfAQhaDZI/AAAAAAAAAbc/cxiHdjFHpY4/s1600/mom%2526us11" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4qDxcbikHQ/ThUAot6einI/AAAAAAAAAao/wVZkbzniHak/s1600/mom%2526us1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ my mom with me &amp;amp; my brother [early 1984]♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-3820713305877707995?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3820713305877707995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/wordless-wednesday-what-i-wouldnt-give.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-3394159831915390737</id><published>2011-07-12T15:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T16:22:45.495-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to-do'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Things I have to get done today:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tidy the kitchen (dishes, moping, counter wiping etc)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tidy living room (ok, ottis will do that)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;strike&gt;ather up dirty clothes to take to helen's (thanks for breaking, washer, srsly)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Fold some laundry from the stuff we went through (folding never, ever ends) &amp;lt;--doing later tonight.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a productive day.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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to take to helen's (thanks for breaking, washer, srsly)&lt;br /&gt;Fold some laundry from the stuff we went through (folding never, ever ends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(maybe not today, but at some point online&lt;br /&gt;make about me page&lt;br /&gt;make button wall page&lt;br /&gt;make a button of my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; doing:&lt;br /&gt;watching Hannah blissfully nurse herself to a nap. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-7200889264819598555?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7200889264819598555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/things-i-have-to-get-done-today-tidy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachelle'/><title type='text'>Pool Party (pretty much)</title><content type='html'>I went swimming last night for the first time in a long time. Years really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Christian to the rec swim with my aunt, her daughter &amp;amp; Rachelle (my BFF) and a few other kids. The kids had to get out at 9, because that's when adult swim was, so they walked home together, while my aunt, rachelle and I stayed for adult swim. There were two other people there, besides us, and they were over in the lanes, so we had the whole pool to ourselves. There was lots of talking, and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;I think we're going to make this a weekly thing. It was good for us to get out together, and awesome exercise. I was hyped up on endorphins. My knee (i have an issue with my meniscus in my left knee) feels awesome today.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel really, really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention there was a hot tub?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-8718130037710251864?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8718130037710251864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/pool-party-pretty-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/8718130037710251864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/8718130037710251864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/pool-party-pretty-much.html' title='Pool Party (pretty much)'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-3389221344413008754</id><published>2011-07-09T21:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T21:59:40.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember the little things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class='p_embed p_image_embed'&gt; &lt;img alt="4d834256a235b" height="220" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-07-09/wxuIeGccJJbesvjnvsicrGpvpuwfGqEatgiIzwxDIvxtuyfCpCHCcvexazjt/4d834256a235b.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="424" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-3389221344413008754?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3389221344413008754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/remember-little-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/3389221344413008754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/3389221344413008754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/remember-little-things.html' title='Remember the little things.'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-7639286096319680702</id><published>2011-07-09T11:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T12:16:05.547-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attachment parenting'/><title type='text'>Nine Davids: And some are very, very bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://9davids.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-some-are-very-very-bad.html"&gt;Nine Davids: And some are very, very bad.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;(taken from the post: with permission. Click the link to read the whole post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Who is the bad fish in this picture?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yQHPc-Yoyfg/Ta7drdyaCQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/7n_AFhJPA9A/s400/VeryVeryBad.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...I asked my husband, with a pit in my stomach, as I read   to our 13-month old son.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He raised an eyebrow and said, "Uh, the red one, obviously."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I always thought it was the yellow one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My whole childhood, in the thousands of times I've read Dr. Suess's  wonderful book "One Fish Two Fish", I thought the bad fish on this page  were the little yellow and blue fish.  The red fish, in my child's eyes,  was their father.  The yellow fish was in trouble and had been "very  very bad."  The little blue fish was smug because he'd gotten away with  it and his sibling was taking the blame. The red father fish was  spanking the little yellow fish.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I saw this page last night through adult eyes and decided, beyond any   shadow of a doubt, that our home will never be a spanking home.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I came across this while going through the list of blogs I follow (weeding through them, eliminating dead ones or ones I'm not interested anymore)&amp;nbsp; and the post made me think.&lt;br /&gt;I have read this book multiple times and it never occurred to me that people would think the yellow one was the bad fish.&lt;br /&gt;I showed Ottis the picture and asked him who was bad, he said the red one. Christian &amp;amp; Lukie were in the room too, so i asked them. They both said the red one. When i asked why, Christian said "Red is always evil" (thank you video games &lt;i&gt;*sigh*&lt;/i&gt;) and then Lukie (4)&amp;nbsp; came out with "no, he's bad because he's hitting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I always thought the red fish was pushing the yellow one over the blue one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-7639286096319680702?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7639286096319680702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/nine-davids-and-some-are-very-very-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7639286096319680702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7639286096319680702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/nine-davids-and-some-are-very-very-bad.html' title='Nine Davids: And some are very, very bad.'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yQHPc-Yoyfg/Ta7drdyaCQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/7n_AFhJPA9A/s72-c/VeryVeryBad.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-5484075443241823236</id><published>2011-07-07T22:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T22:19:30.092-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attachment parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crying It Out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cry it out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CIO'/><title type='text'>Cry it out (CIO): 10 reasons why it is not for us | PhD in Parenting</title><content type='html'>I found this blog post randomly as i was checking into facebook today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phdinparenting.com/2008/07/05/no-cry-it-out/"&gt;Cry it out (CIO): 10 reasons why it is not for us | PhD in Parenting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. CIO can cause harmful changes to babies’ brains&lt;br /&gt;2. CIO can result in decreased intellectual, emotional and social development&lt;br /&gt;3. CIO can result in a detached baby&lt;br /&gt;4. CIO is harmful to the parent-child relationship&lt;br /&gt;5. CIO can make children insecure&lt;br /&gt;6. CIO often doesn’t work at all&lt;br /&gt;7. Even if CIO does “work”, parents often have to do it over and over again&lt;br /&gt;8. CIO is disrespectful of my child’s needs&lt;br /&gt;9. Deep sleep from CIO is often a result of trauma&lt;br /&gt;10. Our world needs more love&lt;/blockquote&gt;Read the original post on the blog, along with the details that go with each reason (to long to post here, plus i'm sure the blogger would rather you read the post on their blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a firm believer in non-cio. I don't understand this need parents today have with having their child un-attach from them at an early age. It just isn't natural to not respond to a child's needs. Babies cry for a reason, even if that reason is just that they need you. Go to them. Pick them up. Respond to them.&lt;br /&gt;Responding to a baby only fosters security. Security in knowing someone will be there for them when they need it. I don't think that is a bad lesson to teach your child, do you?&lt;br /&gt;Security makes for children who know they can do things, they grow to become independent. They grow to become secure adults.&lt;br /&gt;It all starts with something as simple as you responding to their cries and needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, if you let them cry long enough they will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eventually&lt;/span&gt; stop.&lt;br /&gt;If i cried out for someone to come help me and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; came, eventually i would give up to, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wouldn't you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-5484075443241823236?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/5484075443241823236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/cry-it-out-cio-10-reasons-why-it-is-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5484075443241823236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5484075443241823236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/cry-it-out-cio-10-reasons-why-it-is-not.html' title='Cry it out (CIO): 10 reasons why it is not for us | PhD in Parenting'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-309733286882281689</id><published>2011-07-07T09:59:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T18:13:15.432-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls talk thursday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>Girl Talk Thursday: History of your birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="320" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/beautyqueengene/gt-button.png" style="float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over on the Girls Talk blog, &lt;a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/2011/07/gt-topics-for-july/"&gt;this month is all about birthdays.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today's topic is: &lt;a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/2011/07/gt-july-26-in-history/"&gt;Know more about your birth month&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My birthday is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/April_21"&gt;April 21&lt;/a&gt; [1981]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;April 21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is the 111th day of the year (112th in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leap_year" style="font-style: italic;" title="Leap year"&gt;leap years&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;) in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gregorian_calendar" style="font-style: italic;" title="Gregorian calendar"&gt;Gregorian calendar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. There are 254 days remaining until the end of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few interesting events from my birthday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/753_BC" title="753 BC"&gt;753 BC&lt;/a&gt; – &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romulus_and_Remus" title="Romulus and Remus"&gt;Romulus and Remus&lt;/a&gt; founded &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rome" title="Rome"&gt;Rome&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Founding_of_Rome" title="Founding of Rome"&gt;traditional date&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/43_BC" title="43 BC"&gt;43 BC&lt;/a&gt; – &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Mutina" title="Battle of Mutina"&gt;Battle of Mutina&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Antony" title="Mark Antony"&gt;Mark Antony&lt;/a&gt; is again defeated in battle by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aulus_Hirtius" title="Aulus Hirtius"&gt;Aulus Hirtius&lt;/a&gt;, who is killed. Antony fails to capture &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mutina" title="Mutina"&gt;Mutina&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Decimus_Junius_Brutus_Albinus" title="Decimus Junius Brutus Albinus"&gt;Decimus Brutus&lt;/a&gt; is murdered shortly after.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1509" title="1509"&gt;1509&lt;/a&gt; – &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_VIII_of_England" title="Henry VIII of England"&gt;Henry VIII&lt;/a&gt; ascends the throne of England on the death of his father, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_VII_of_England" title="Henry VII of England"&gt;Henry VII&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1942" title="1942"&gt;1942&lt;/a&gt; – &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_War_II" title="World War II"&gt;World War II&lt;/a&gt;: The most famous (and first international) Aggie Muster is held on the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philippines" title="Philippines"&gt;Philippine&lt;/a&gt; island of &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corregidor" title="Corregidor"&gt;Corregidor&lt;/a&gt;, by Brigadier General &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_F._Moore_%28soldier%29" title="George F. Moore (soldier)"&gt;George F. Moore&lt;/a&gt; (with 25 fellow &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Texas_A%26M" title="Texas A&amp;amp;M"&gt;Texas A&amp;amp;M&lt;/a&gt; graduates who are under his command), while 1.8 million pounds of shells pounded the island over a 5 hour attack.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1945" title="1945"&gt;1945&lt;/a&gt; – World War II: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soviet_Union" title="Soviet Union"&gt;Soviet Union&lt;/a&gt; forces south of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berlin" title="Berlin"&gt;Berlin&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zossen" title="Zossen"&gt;Zossen&lt;/a&gt; attack the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nazi_Germany" title="Nazi Germany"&gt;German&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oberkommando_der_Wehrmacht" title="Oberkommando der Wehrmacht"&gt;High Command&lt;/a&gt; headquarters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1962" title="1962"&gt;1962&lt;/a&gt; – The &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seattle_World%27s_Fair" title="Seattle World's Fair"&gt;Seattle World's Fair&lt;/a&gt; (Century 21 Exposition) opens. It is the first &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World%27s_Fair" title="World's Fair"&gt;World's Fair&lt;/a&gt; in the United States since World War II.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1994" title="1994"&gt;1994&lt;/a&gt; – The first discoveries of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Extrasolar_planet" title="Extrasolar planet"&gt;extrasolar planets&lt;/a&gt; are announced by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astronomer" title="Astronomer"&gt;astronomer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_Wolszczan" title="Alexander Wolszczan"&gt;Alexander Wolszczan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Some of the other people born on my birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1729" title="1729"&gt;1729&lt;/a&gt; – &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catherine_II_of_Russia" title="Catherine II of Russia"&gt;Catherine II of Russia&lt;/a&gt;, known as 'Catherine the Great' (d. 1796)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1774" title="1774"&gt;1774&lt;/a&gt; – &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean-Baptiste_Biot" title="Jean-Baptiste Biot"&gt;Jean-Baptiste Biot&lt;/a&gt;, French physicist (d. 1862)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1810" title="1810"&gt;1810&lt;/a&gt; – &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Putnam_Chapin" title="John Putnam Chapin"&gt;John Putnam Chapin&lt;/a&gt;, American politician (d. 1864)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1816" title="1816"&gt;1816&lt;/a&gt; – &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charlotte_Bront%C3%AB" title="Charlotte Brontë"&gt;Charlotte Brontë&lt;/a&gt;, English author (d. 1855)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1898" title="1898"&gt;1898&lt;/a&gt; – &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maurice_Wilson" title="Maurice Wilson"&gt;Maurice Wilson&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Everest" title="Everest"&gt;Everest&lt;/a&gt; climber, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yorkshire" title="Yorkshire"&gt;Yorkshire&lt;/a&gt; hero (d. 1934&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1915" title="1915"&gt;1915&lt;/a&gt; – &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthony_Quinn" title="Anthony Quinn"&gt;Anthony Quinn&lt;/a&gt;, Mexican-born American actor (d. 2001)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1926" title="1926"&gt;1926&lt;/a&gt; – &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_II" title="Elizabeth II"&gt;Elizabeth II&lt;/a&gt;, Queen of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Commonwealth_realm" title="Commonwealth realm"&gt;Commonwealth realms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1947" title="1947"&gt;1947&lt;/a&gt; – &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iggy_Pop" title="Iggy Pop"&gt;Iggy Pop&lt;/a&gt;, American musician (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Stooges" title="The Stooges"&gt;The Stooges&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1951" title="1951"&gt;1951&lt;/a&gt; – &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tony_Danza" title="Tony Danza"&gt;Tony Danza&lt;/a&gt;, American actor and comedian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1959 – &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tim_Jacobus" title="Tim Jacobus"&gt;Tim Jacobus&lt;/a&gt;, American artist (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goosebumps" title="Goosebumps"&gt;Goosebumps&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1960" title="1960"&gt;1960&lt;/a&gt; – &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michel_Goulet" title="Michel Goulet"&gt;Michel Goulet&lt;/a&gt;, Canadian ice hockey player&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1971 – &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Turner_%28artist%29" title="Michael Turner (artist)"&gt;Michael Turner&lt;/a&gt;, American comic book artist (d. 2008)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2007" title="2007"&gt;2007&lt;/a&gt; – &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Princess_Isabella_of_Denmark" title="Princess Isabella of Denmark"&gt;Princess Isabella of Denmark&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays and observances on my birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muster_%28Texas_A%26M_University%29" title="Muster (Texas A&amp;amp;M University)"&gt;Aggie Muster&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Texas_A%26M_University" title="Texas A&amp;amp;M University"&gt;Texas A&amp;amp;M University&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Founding_of_Rome" title="Founding of Rome"&gt;Birthday of Rome&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rome" title="Rome"&gt;Rome&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christian &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feast_Day" title="Feast Day"&gt;Feast Day&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abdecalas" title="Abdecalas"&gt;Abdecalas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anastasius_Sinaita" title="Anastasius Sinaita"&gt;Anastasius Sinaita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anselm_of_Canterbury" title="Anselm of Canterbury"&gt;Anselm of Canterbury&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beuno" title="Beuno"&gt;Beuno&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conrad_of_Parzham" title="Conrad of Parzham"&gt;Conrad of Parzham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holy_Infant_of_Good_Health" title="Holy Infant of Good Health"&gt;Holy Infant of Good Health&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shemon_Bar_Sabbae" title="Shemon Bar Sabbae"&gt;Shemon Bar Sabbae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wolbodo" title="Wolbodo"&gt;Wolbodo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/April_21_%28Eastern_Orthodox_liturgics%29" title="April 21 (Eastern Orthodox liturgics)"&gt;April 21 (Eastern Orthodox liturgics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grounation_Day" title="Grounation Day"&gt;Grounation Day&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rastafari_movement" title="Rastafari movement"&gt;Rastafari movement&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Public_holidays_in_Mexico#Civic_holidays" title="Public holidays in Mexico"&gt;Heroic Defense of Veracruz&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mexico" title="Mexico"&gt;Mexico&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inauguration of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bras%C3%ADlia" title="Brasília"&gt;Brasília&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brazilian_Federal_District" title="Brazilian Federal District"&gt;Distrito Federal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brazil" title="Brazil"&gt;Brazil&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kartini" title="Kartini"&gt;Kartini Day&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indonesia" title="Indonesia"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arbor_day#Kenya" title="Arbor day"&gt;National Tree Planting Day&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kenya" title="Kenya"&gt;Kenya&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parilia" title="Parilia"&gt;Parilia&lt;/a&gt;, in honor of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pales" title="Pales"&gt;Pales&lt;/a&gt;. (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roman_Empire" title="Roman Empire"&gt;Roman Empire&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Jacinto_Day" title="San Jacinto Day"&gt;San Jacinto Day&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Texas" title="Texas"&gt;Texas&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first day of the festival of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ridv%C3%A1n" title="Ridván"&gt;Ridván&lt;/a&gt;. (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bah%C3%A1%27%C3%AD_Faith" title="Bahá'í Faith"&gt;Bahá'í Faith&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiradentes" title="Tiradentes"&gt;Tiradentes&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brazil" title="Brazil"&gt;Brazil&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more fun birthday stuff i found on a &lt;a href="http://www.pokemybirthday.com/date_21_april_1981.htm"&gt;different site&lt;/a&gt; (which was way more amusing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Your lucky days are &lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;Conceivement date, Your parents decided to not to have an abortion, You were born&lt;/i&gt;)     and &lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;Your first cell is built, Your mother suspects she is pregnant, Your heart beat for the first time&lt;/i&gt;). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You are exactly &lt;i&gt;30 years 12 weeks 9 hours 34 minutes 47 seconds &lt;/i&gt; old. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You will receive your next birthday gift in 41 weeks 1 day 13 hours 25 minutes 13 seconds  later&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If your hair were never cut since 21.April.1981, it would be &lt;b&gt;4.403 m.&lt;/b&gt; today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If your nails were never cut since 21.April.1981, they would be &lt;b&gt;1.092 m.&lt;/b&gt; today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; An apple tree seeded on 21.April.1981, bore &lt;b&gt;2,683.022&lt;/b&gt; kg. apple till today.&lt;/li&gt;Its contribution to economy is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;$&lt;/i&gt;10,705.3&lt;/b&gt; and it fed &lt;b&gt;4,502&lt;/b&gt; people. We hope that in your life you, as a human being, achieved more than that poor apple tree.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-309733286882281689?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/309733286882281689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/girl-talk-thursday-history-of-your.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/309733286882281689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/309733286882281689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/girl-talk-thursday-history-of-your.html' title='Girl Talk Thursday: History of your birthday'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/beautyqueengene/th_gt-button.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-4283720446956372484</id><published>2011-07-06T21:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T21:25:23.170-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ottis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hannah'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KUGZYeU0By8/ThUKXK3591I/AAAAAAAAAa4/mwIbQsjov_c/s1600/daddyhannahpoloroid.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; On behalf of National Kiss Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KUGZYeU0By8/ThUKXK3591I/AAAAAAAAAa4/mwIbQsjov_c/s1600/daddyhannahpoloroid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KUGZYeU0By8/ThUKXK3591I/AAAAAAAAAa4/mwIbQsjov_c/s400/daddyhannahpoloroid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626414702641411922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-4283720446956372484?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4283720446956372484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/4283720446956372484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/4283720446956372484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KUGZYeU0By8/ThUKXK3591I/AAAAAAAAAa4/mwIbQsjov_c/s72-c/daddyhannahpoloroid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-4058767159070769609</id><published>2011-07-06T20:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T21:12:12.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to start actually blogging here (I know, i'm shocked too)&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start following some of the memes to get back into the swing of things, hopefully the blogging bug will bite me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today being wednesday I'm going to follow the worldess wednesday meme.&lt;br /&gt;It's my first, so if i do it wrong someone tell me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-4058767159070769609?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4058767159070769609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-want-to-start-actually-blogging-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/4058767159070769609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/4058767159070769609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-want-to-start-actually-blogging-here.html' title=''/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-960059615193658545</id><published>2011-07-06T15:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T19:55:49.711-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casey anthony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caylee anthony'/><title type='text'>Casey Anthony: My thoughts on the verdict</title><content type='html'>[a cross post from my &lt;a href="http://mzvanessa.wordpress.com/"&gt;wordpress&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict is in. Everyone is up in arms about the Casey Anthony  verdict. Many think that the jury is wrong, that the should have  convicted her.  I understand the passion people feel towards this. A  little girl is gone. Forever. She didn't even have a chance to live her  life. That right there is the saddest part of this whole case. That and  the fact that we may never know what happened to her. A child's life  lost forever and no one will ever know how, or why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.moxiebird.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/Casey-and-Caylee-Anthony.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="147" src="http://cdn.moxiebird.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/Casey-and-Caylee-Anthony.jpg" width="187" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone  thinks Casey got off easy, but really think about that.She has cut her  ties with her family through her court case accusations.  &lt;br /&gt;She will live without her daughter,She'll live with the guilt of knowing she killed her or knowing she &lt;br /&gt;didn't help to find her for 30 days.She will live day to day knowing almost everyone still thinks she's guilty &lt;br /&gt;and hate her. I don't think she'll be able to have a normal life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I don't think that the jury is &lt;i&gt;wrong&lt;/i&gt; in their verdict. I know, you're seething right now. I can feel the dirty looks. Bare with me though.&lt;br /&gt;I  am not saying that i believe she didn't do it. I am saying that, given  the evidence and facts, there's no other conclusion a jury could have  come to.&lt;br /&gt;I have to ask myself could i, &lt;i&gt;without a doubt&lt;/i&gt;, have found her guilty of murder &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;based on the evidence and not just theory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Could you?!&lt;/b&gt; I don't know that i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Despite  the baseless defense chosen by Casey Anthony, the family believes that  the Jury made a fair decision based on the evidence presented, the  testimony presented, the scientific information presented and the rules  that were given to them by the Honorable Judge Perry to guide them."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;--Anthony Family ( ‎&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/anthony-trial-lack-evidence-good-defense-000636253.html"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/anthony-trial-lack-evidence-good-defense-000636253.html&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You  have to believe in your judical system amd trust that the jurors took  in consideration all the testimony brought before them. They must find  them one way or the other &lt;b&gt;beyond reasonable doubt&lt;/b&gt;" [&lt;i&gt;via FACEBOOK comment&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Let’s all not be confused here: Casey Anthony being  found not guilty of first degree murder does not indicate a flaw in our  justice system. Not guilty isn't innocent, it just means guilt wasn’t  proven.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;                                                              &lt;/b&gt;                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0px 10px 0px 20px; width: 1px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;                                         —                                     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                     &lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;                                         Andrea Kahn                                    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: &lt;b&gt;the prosecution failed&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;to bring a solid case to a table where it was their job to do so&lt;/b&gt;.  They should have waited to charge Casey until they could get a stronger  case against her,  or against whomever did this. They need to get to  the bottom of what happened to that poor little girl. Whether Casey did  it or not--the case needs to be solved so the child can R.I.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I  don't think it was Baez' great lawyering that won the case," said  Richard Rosenbaum, a Fort Lauderdale criminal defense attorney who  closely followed the trial but wasn't involved in the case. "I think it  goes back to the prosecution and the weaknesses in their case.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/anthony-trial-lack-evidence-good-defense-000636253.html"&gt;[Via Yahoo News]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I  do feel that the jury should have charged her with some sort of child  neglect at least, though.  I don't know how it could not be neglect if  she willingly didn't report a child missing or know where she was for a  month., but i don't know the laws in FL, and i don't know if they had  any legal basis to convict her on that. I do know there is a campaign to  create a new law that would make it mandatory to report a missing child  (common sense, right?) You can sign the petition&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Bottom%20line:%20the%20prosecution%20failed%20to%20bring%20a%20solid%20case%20to%20a%20table%20where%20it%20was%20their%20job%20to%20do%20so.%20They%20should%20have%20waited%20to%20charge%20Casey%20until%20they%20could%20get%20a%20stronger%20case%20against%20her,%20%20or%20against%20whomever%20did%20this.%20%20%20%20%20%20%22I%20don%27t%20think%20it%20was%20Baez%27%20great%20lawyering%20that%20won%20the%20case,%22%20said%20Richard%20Rosenbaum,%20a%20Fort%20Lauderdale%20criminal%20defense%20attorney%20who%20closely%20followed%20the%20trial%20but%20wasn%27t%20involved%20in%20the%20case.%20%22I%20think%20it%20goes%20back%20to%20the%20prosecution%20and%20the%20weaknesses%20in%20their%20case.%20%20%20%20%20%20http://news.yahoo.com/anthony-trial-lack-evidence-good-defense-000636253.html"&gt; HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly  Casey knows something happened. Maybe she did kill her. Maybe some  horrible accident happened and she didn't know what to do. Maybe she  couldn't -&lt;i&gt;mentally&lt;/i&gt;- deal with it, so she made up these lies that she believed. Who knows. Those answered are left in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQZ7xYcsAKtTfA3EBUekv3McsE65U-mx6M7y-ayQ3pyw1cV6zKO&amp;amp;t=1" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="alignnone" height="200" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQZ7xYcsAKtTfA3EBUekv3McsE65U-mx6M7y-ayQ3pyw1cV6zKO&amp;amp;t=1" width="168" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No matter what, it's a sad day when a child leaves this earth too early.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rest little Caylee. Your life here was cut way too short &amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-960059615193658545?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/960059615193658545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/casey-anthony-my-thoughts-on-verdict.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/960059615193658545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/960059615193658545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/casey-anthony-my-thoughts-on-verdict.html' title='Casey Anthony: My thoughts on the verdict'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-8983575533647996887</id><published>2011-07-03T17:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T17:59:14.876-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post secret'/><title type='text'>Post Secret Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxUYZfToPRs/ThDmEx3jI_I/AAAAAAAAAYc/MFAtBo6FOvs/s1600/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxUYZfToPRs/ThDmEx3jI_I/AAAAAAAAAYc/MFAtBo6FOvs/s400/Capture.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625248904365941746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-8983575533647996887?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8983575533647996887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/post-secret-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/8983575533647996887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/8983575533647996887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/post-secret-sunday.html' title='Post Secret Sunday'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxUYZfToPRs/ThDmEx3jI_I/AAAAAAAAAYc/MFAtBo6FOvs/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-6953000238326986397</id><published>2011-07-03T17:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T17:33:47.845-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='development  + milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hannah'/><title type='text'>Potty Learning</title><content type='html'>I can't believe summer is here already! The boys are done school until september, when they will be going into grade FIVE, TWO &amp;amp;&amp;amp; JK! (wait.. what? weren't they just tiny babies???!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids are growing way too fast... Miss Hannah is potty  learning! About a month or so ago she started wanting to use the toilet  more and more (previously we were just putting her on at bath time) She  was staying dry most nights, and was doing pretty well through the day.  She saw strawberry shortcake and princess under ware at walmart and  wanted them. I told her she could have pretty under ware if she started  to potty. She said ok, and started to try. The next time we went  shopping and passed the under ware she said "mommy I get strawberry  shortcake undies, I go potty!" so I bought her some. Of course there's  some accidents, but she's doing well. So well that we packed up her  cloth diapers in a box (**crii**)&lt;br /&gt;She's becoming more like a girl  every day (sassy and bossy.. lol) .... she's so different from her  brothers at this age, she's got her own little personality, and i just  adore it.&lt;br /&gt;We set her room up, not that she sleeps in it yet.. lol ...  but she's got a princess toddler bed (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah, sue me, we let her play  with princess' -- sorry i don't buy this whole "liking princess' is bad  for little girls and will teach them their worth is in beauty" stuff any  more then i believe that if a little boy plays with a doll he will be  gay, but that's a rant for a whole other day....)&lt;/span&gt; and all her little babies,etc are in there (currently her  favourite ones sleep on the bed since she sleeps on her crib/toddler bed  in our room still)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been neglectful. I'm hoping to be able to blog more. I want to blog more, it just seems that i'm too busy making memories to post them. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-6953000238326986397?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6953000238326986397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/potty-learning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6953000238326986397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6953000238326986397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/potty-learning.html' title='Potty Learning'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-1126603651393192180</id><published>2011-06-19T20:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T20:10:09.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRvl5fLZQvc/TBXBwcVF6DI/AAAAAAAAANI/moGxtP4Y0X0/s1600/fathers%252525252525252Bday%252525252525252Bpoem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRvl5fLZQvc/TBXBwcVF6DI/AAAAAAAAANI/moGxtP4Y0X0/s1600/fathers%252525252525252Bday%252525252525252Bpoem.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-1126603651393192180?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1126603651393192180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/1126603651393192180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/1126603651393192180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRvl5fLZQvc/TBXBwcVF6DI/AAAAAAAAANI/moGxtP4Y0X0/s72-c/fathers%252525252525252Bday%252525252525252Bpoem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-4508170142008984253</id><published>2011-04-13T20:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T20:30:03.794-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-circ'/><title type='text'>What Happens When You Tattoo “Daddy’s Boy” on Your 3-Year-Old-Son « Thought Catalog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/what-happens-when-you-tattoo-daddys-boy-on-your-3-year-old-son/"&gt;What Happens When You Tattoo “Daddy’s Boy” on Your 3-Year-Old-Son « Thought Catalog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man tattooed his 3 year old.&lt;br /&gt;He forever altered the three year old child's body. Without medical reason, or consent.&lt;br /&gt;For that he is going to jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, our society allows the same situation to happen to thousands of baby boys every day. They are having parts of their body removed, for no valid medical reason, without their consent.&lt;br /&gt;Are the parents who consent to this jailed or even punished? No.&lt;br /&gt;Are the hospital staff punished? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;We allow it. Every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because it's what is considered normal, and it's what our fathers and their fathers have done, we allow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because it's what we've always done, doesn't make it ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is altering a child's body ok in certain circumstances and not in others?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-4508170142008984253?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4508170142008984253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-happens-when-you-tattoo-daddys-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/4508170142008984253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/4508170142008984253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-happens-when-you-tattoo-daddys-boy.html' title='What Happens When You Tattoo “Daddy’s Boy” on Your 3-Year-Old-Son « Thought Catalog'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-5583600375543774475</id><published>2011-04-11T19:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T08:44:08.125-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodreads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7937843-room" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Room" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1282778933m/7937843.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7937843-room"&gt;Room&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/23613.Emma_Donoghue"&gt;Emma Donoghue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/152217622"&gt;5 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even put into words what I think of this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say it's amazing seems to be underselling. This book is beautiful and shows strength,determination and love,in both Jack &amp;amp; Ma.&lt;br /&gt;I could hardly bare to put the book down, and often found myself reading it out loud to my husband.I still find myself telling others about the book, and quoting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/4787608-vanessa"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-5583600375543774475?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/5583600375543774475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/04/room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5583600375543774475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5583600375543774475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/04/room.html' title='Room'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-120259829125704806</id><published>2011-04-10T18:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T18:03:40.396-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><title type='text'>Spring, finally?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The weather this weekend has been absolutely gorgeous. I’m a little afraid of getting used to it and saying out loud that spring may in fact be here to stay. *knock on wood* &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We here in London (On) have had one heck of a winter. Starting in december and continuing for a long time. We had a snow fall recently.&amp;#160; Now we have some awesome weather. Kids are running around playing, adults are starting to garden. Spring is definitely in the air… let’s just hope it stays!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-120259829125704806?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/120259829125704806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/120259829125704806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/120259829125704806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-finally.html' title='Spring, finally?'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-6617047799702725146</id><published>2011-04-08T15:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T15:45:26.062-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breastfeeding'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Infant  formula has only been around for about 100 years, and has only been  widely used for about 60. Every time a deficiency is fixed in the  product, it is heralded as being 'closer than ever to breast milk'. I  could take a step out of my front door and be 'closer than ever' to  California. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m still thousands of miles  away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Snagged from &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/TheLeakyBoob"&gt;The Leaky Boob&lt;/a&gt; on FB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-6617047799702725146?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6617047799702725146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/04/infant-formula-has-only-been-around-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6617047799702725146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6617047799702725146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/04/infant-formula-has-only-been-around-for.html' title=''/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-6978794737768773662</id><published>2011-04-08T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T15:20:12.740-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodreads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been neglectful of most of my blogs.&lt;br /&gt;I go through this  periodically. Some months I want for nothing more then to blog  all_the_time, then other times i get caught up on other things.  Currently I am in the second phase.&lt;br /&gt;Between keeping up with daily  life stuff, and spending time with Rachelle (my BEFF-Best Evar Female  Friend) I sort of forgot to keep up. I've been reading my lj flist, with  a few comments here and there but nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I've  also started reading a phenomenal book this week, thanks to the reviews  on goodreads by friends, i picked it up and thought why not. To say  it's amazing is underselling it.&lt;br /&gt;It's called 'Room' I suggest  everyone go read it. It's a beautiful story! I can't put it down.  Usually I am limited to reading in the bath (it's the only time that i  get that's quiet) but lately i can't help it, i'm reading it all over.  Even during DAYS. Yeah, i know right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i feel so tired, and  i'm not sure why. Hannah &amp;amp; Ottis are both out of sorts too.  Christian &amp;amp; Aiden are home (pa day) and they are their normal  selves. I'm not sure what's up with the rest of us. Weird. Hopefully we  feel better tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-6978794737768773662?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6978794737768773662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/04/ive-been-neglectful-of-most-of-my-blogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6978794737768773662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6978794737768773662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/04/ive-been-neglectful-of-most-of-my-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-7819529313473070950</id><published>2011-04-07T21:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T21:50:57.917-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breastfeeding'/><title type='text'>what-my-children-learned-at-the-breast</title><content type='html'>I ran across this at another blog, and thought it was beautiful. I had to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://blog.nurturedchild.ca/index.php/2010/11/13/what-my-children-learned-at-the-breast/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-7819529313473070950?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7819529313473070950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-my-children-learned-at-breast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7819529313473070950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7819529313473070950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-my-children-learned-at-breast.html' title='what-my-children-learned-at-the-breast'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-6258108697004266062</id><published>2011-03-27T09:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T09:01:53.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten (snagged)</title><content type='html'>I ran across this on another blog a long time ago, and randomly found it while cleaning out my inbox. Re-reading it, i loved it all over, and figured i would share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://mamamldb.blogspot.com/2009/10/top-ten.html"&gt;Mama MLDB&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being a mother of 2, I've had some time to think and evaluate my job as a mom. So...I've developed my own Top 10 list of how you know that you are a mom....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) When your child looks like they might puke, you do not run away...instead, you form your hands into a cup, and shove them under your kids chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) You use your pinky finger to pick your child's' nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) You stop double checking your hair and makeup in the mirror before leaving the house, and instead, double check your back...to make sure there is no spit up running down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) You wake up in the middle of the night, sleeping curled in a ball on the bottom of the bed, with no pillow...because your child is sleeping sideways on your pillow, and the bottom of the bed is the safest place NOT to get kicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) You switch purses, not to match your outfit, but instead to accommodate multiple diapers, juice boxes and toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) You have over 5 layers of nail polish on, because the only way your child would sit on the potty long enough to go #2, was to allow her to paint your nails...over and over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) You've read more pages of "Good Night Moon", "Olivia", and "Go Dog Go" than you've read of any grown up magazines or books in the past year. (Hello...I have "The Lost Symbol", and "The Book Thief" sitting unread on the end tables).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Instead of contemplating politics, world issues, or the meaning of life...instead you find yourself thinking..."why doesn't Little Bear wear pants?", or "Why is Dora's map so dang snotty?"..."Where the heck are Max and Ruby's parents?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) You realize at 5pm that the only thing you've eaten all day was a spoonful of leftover mac and cheese and a half eaten apple slice with hair on it.....yet you still gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) You drive home alone in the car, only to realize that you were listening to your kid's CD the whole freaking way...AND singing along to 5 Little Monkeys...ARGHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you add?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being a Mom. The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-6258108697004266062?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6258108697004266062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-ten-snagged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6258108697004266062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6258108697004266062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-ten-snagged.html' title='Top Ten (snagged)'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-5089066665531237734</id><published>2011-03-23T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T18:42:30.480-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kentucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='march break'/><title type='text'>He Returns</title><content type='html'>Christian had an amazing march break in Kentucky! His first airplane ride, and he loved it! When he came back he couldn't wait to tell us how he climbed Tango Tower, a huge 50-Foot high tower with ropes. He climbed all the way to the top. He has always been scared of heights, but he did it. He was so proud of himself!&lt;br /&gt;The last full day at camp (friday) most of the kids were hanging around in their shorts. It was 20 degrees Celsius there. Our london kids were laughing after the winter we've had ;)&lt;br /&gt;Christian had an amazing time, i am glad for the opportunity to have sent him, even though i missed him like crazy and am equally as glad he's home. It's amazing how different the house was without him. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-5089066665531237734?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/5089066665531237734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/03/he-returns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5089066665531237734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5089066665531237734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/03/he-returns.html' title='He Returns'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-5786941168038224827</id><published>2011-03-13T08:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T09:48:56.941-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kentucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='march break'/><title type='text'>March Break-Kentucky Camp</title><content type='html'>I just got back from putting Christian on the coach bus that will take him to Detroit, where he will catch a plane to Kentucky where he'll be spending his march break.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't cry. Not even when he signed I love you just before they pulled away (that took everything i had not to cry) &lt;br /&gt;We're all excited (and I'm nervous, of course!)&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be an awesome experience for him.&lt;br /&gt;I know he's going to have tons of fun. His cousin (  B) is also going, as well as a classmate of his, and one of his friends  from the area, so at least he knows people. &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-5786941168038224827?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/5786941168038224827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-break-kentucky-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5786941168038224827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5786941168038224827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-break-kentucky-camp.html' title='March Break-Kentucky Camp'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-2061564051140562832</id><published>2011-01-22T09:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T21:49:14.290-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circ'/><title type='text'>‘Intactivist’; anti circumcision activists want to outlaw circumcision - Health - The Imperfect Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.imperfectparent.com/2011/01/10/intactivist-anti-circumcision-activists-want-to-outlaw-circumcision/"&gt;‘Intactivist’; anti circumcision activists want to outlaw circumcision - Health - The Imperfect Blog&lt;/a&gt;: "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are bigger things to worry about? Baby boys are having parts of  their body hacked off for no reason at all. baby boys are bleeding to  death. Baby boys are being horribly maimed.Baby boys are having their  own rights to make choices about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;their own bodies.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;If  their very basic human right to choose what does or doesn’t happen to  their own bodies isn’t worth worrying about, I don’t know what is. It’s  not their penis intactivists are “obsessing” about, it’s their own right  to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i am an intactivist, and i do think it's mutilation. I am also pro choice. Most argue that you can't be both, because you should be arguing for the babies lives as much as you do for their genital integrity, but really it's about choice.&lt;br /&gt;The choice to decide what happens within your body.&lt;br /&gt;The choice to decide what gets cut off your body.&lt;br /&gt;Does it really surprise you that someone who is pro choice when it comes to abortion, is also pro-choice when it comes to circumcision? Leave the choice up to the person who's body it is, and stop hacking off baby boys body parts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-2061564051140562832?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2061564051140562832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/01/intactivist-anti-circumcision-activists.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2061564051140562832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2061564051140562832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/01/intactivist-anti-circumcision-activists.html' title='‘Intactivist’; anti circumcision activists want to outlaw circumcision - Health - The Imperfect Blog'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-7760374862935644672</id><published>2011-01-20T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T21:46:19.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman, Uncensored: Neglect-o-Matic</title><content type='html'>Need to know when it's time to check on and settle your baby?&lt;br /&gt;Well don't worry, &lt;a href="http://www.littlebluemonkey.com/apps/ciaoBaby/"&gt;there's an app for that&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 215px; height: 410px;" src="http://www.littlebluemonkey.com/images/ciao_baby_screenshot_big_1_1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Features: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Checklist (Nappies, wind etc) that must be completed before the app can start.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alarm* that sounds when a wait period has completed and it's time to settle the baby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Automatic doubling of the wait period after each settle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ability to select any of the the preset wait periods after each settle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;History kept of the time taken to get baby to sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Customize app with baby's name and sex.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disgusted yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me too. I can't imagine leaving my baby to cry until some stupid app told me it was time to check on him/her.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't imagine leaving my infant to cry period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm not the only one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://womanuncensored.blogspot.com/2010/05/neglect-o-matic.html"&gt;Woman, Uncensored: Neglect-o-Matic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apparently CIO isn't ridiculous enough, now cheap technology can tell you whether it's time to parent your child or not.  'No sweetie, ignore the sounds of Susie vomiting from distress... my phone hasn't beeped at me yet'  Maybe they'll add features that let us know when we're allowed to feed our kids as well.  Little alarms can go off if we've given them too many hugs and kisses or *god forbid* held them too long!  Brilliant.  Evidently we're not smart enough to actually pay attention to our offspring and our instincts, eh?  Save yourself a few bucks and love your kid.  If you expected a full night's sleep, you should have gotten a plant.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I couldn't have said it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-7760374862935644672?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://womanuncensored.blogspot.com/2010/05/neglect-o-matic.html' title='Woman, Uncensored: Neglect-o-Matic'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7760374862935644672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/01/woman-uncensored-neglect-o-matic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7760374862935644672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7760374862935644672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/01/woman-uncensored-neglect-o-matic.html' title='Woman, Uncensored: Neglect-o-Matic'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-7218084541430270308</id><published>2011-01-18T21:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:27:40.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TTZMEP16MqI/AAAAAAAAAVc/kXRYk06YMG8/s1600/popcorn-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TTZMEP16MqI/AAAAAAAAAVc/kXRYk06YMG8/s400/popcorn-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563718025518658210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-7218084541430270308?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7218084541430270308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/01/popcorn-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7218084541430270308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7218084541430270308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/01/popcorn-1.html' title=''/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TTZMEP16MqI/AAAAAAAAAVc/kXRYk06YMG8/s72-c/popcorn-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-5682561830986018191</id><published>2011-01-18T21:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:20:08.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I want to move out of this place so badly i can taste it. I can visualize myself in a different house, out of this place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I really, really hate it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not ottis, or the house itself, it's the community. I used to love this community, and now it's like high school, only worse. I just can't stand it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-5682561830986018191?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/5682561830986018191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-want-to-move-out-of-this-place-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5682561830986018191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5682561830986018191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-want-to-move-out-of-this-place-so.html' title=''/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-2463738620569948064</id><published>2011-01-17T19:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T19:54:04.649-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post secret'/><title type='text'>New Years Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I just found this over on the &lt;a href="http://postsecretcommunity.com" target="_blank"&gt;Post Secret Community&lt;/a&gt; and thought it was perfect.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TTTkFwtDhLI/AAAAAAAAAVE/D-pdoAUK6Vg/s1600-h/postsecretc850%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="postsecretc850" border="0" alt="postsecretc850" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TTTkGctY2zI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0NE82kAu_-4/postsecretc850_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="245" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It means more to me then most of you will understand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-2463738620569948064?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2463738620569948064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-resolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2463738620569948064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2463738620569948064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Years Resolution'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TTTkGctY2zI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0NE82kAu_-4/s72-c/postsecretc850_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-8537150531682675806</id><published>2011-01-17T19:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T19:45:59.728-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf?'/><title type='text'>This infuriates me…</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I originally saw this link posted on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestir.cafemom.com/pregnancy/114964/pregnant_woman_banned_from_bar?utm_medium=sm&amp;amp;utm_source=facebook&amp;amp;utm_content=fanpage" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cafe Mom's &amp;quot;the stir&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;#160; Image is also from there)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/US/pregnant-lady-turned-illinois-bar/story?id=12600511"&gt;Water-Drinking Pregnant Woman Asked to Leave Bar 15 Minutes Into her Night Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why? not because she was doing anything wrong, or illegal, but because she was pregnant.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She wasn’t even drinking! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The bouncer took it upon himself to tell her to leave. Many people argue he had a right.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why? because she was pregnant?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn-ugc.cafemom.com/gen/resize/325/325/80/2011/01/13/13/e4/4v/pogr3g834s1b30k.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Last time i checked being pregnant in a bar wasn’t illegal.&amp;#160; They argue he was worried and trying to protect the bar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh, fine, but wouldn’t it be his job to protect every patron in that bar and not just the pregnant one? Then why did he only ask her to leave?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If she wasn't doing anything wrong, the.y don't have a right to ask her to leave, and there is nothing illegal with a woman being in a bar pregnant.   &lt;br /&gt;Hell, she can smoke &amp;amp; drink if she wants to (i'm not agreeing, or saying that's ok!) it isn't illegal, and that means the bouncer doesn't have a right to make her leave simply because she's pregnant.    &lt;br /&gt;It would be akin to asking someone to leave just because they're gay, straight, white, black, purple, liberal, democrat, vegan, whatever. Just because the bouncer didn't agree with a pregnant woman being in there, doesn't mean he had a right to make her leave.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s discrimination. He discriminated against her just because she happened to be pregnant.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;We live in a country where people feel increasingly empowered to make decisions for pregnant woman.&amp;quot; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-8537150531682675806?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8537150531682675806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-infuriates-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/8537150531682675806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/8537150531682675806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-infuriates-me.html' title='This infuriates me…'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-7430060910864003575</id><published>2011-01-01T13:29:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T18:42:27.547-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Important Things I've Learned From Kids</title><content type='html'>Randomly stumbling on &lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/"&gt;stumbleupon&lt;/a&gt;,i came across this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://parents.berkeley.edu/jokes/important.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(author unknown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's more fun to color outside the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you're gonna draw on the wall, do it behind the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ask why until you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hang on tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Even if you've been fishing for 3 hours and haven't gotten&lt;br /&gt;anything except poison ivy and a sunburn, you're still better off&lt;br /&gt;than the worm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Make up the rules as you go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. It doesn't matter who started it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ask for sprinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If the horse you're drawing looks more like a dog, make it a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Save a place in line for your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Sometimes you have to take the test before you've finished&lt;br /&gt;studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you want a kitten, start out asking for a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Just keep banging until someone opens the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Making your bed is a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. There is no good reason why clothes have to match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Even Popeye didn't eat his spinach until he absolutely had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You work so hard pedaling up the hill that you hate to brake on&lt;br /&gt;the way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You can't ask to start over just because you're losing the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-7430060910864003575?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7430060910864003575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/01/important-things-ive-learned-from-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7430060910864003575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7430060910864003575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/01/important-things-ive-learned-from-kids.html' title='Important Things I&apos;ve Learned From Kids'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-2658352755965318899</id><published>2010-12-27T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T13:53:07.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>Christmas morning Christian &amp;amp; Aiden woke up at 5:45 am and ran in the room. Both Lukie and Hannah had been up and down all night, so I told the boys we were going to wait for them. Christian and Aiden were ok with that and decided to play on the computer for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone but Hannah was up by 7, and I let the boys have their stockings. I made French toast for the kids (egg nog French toast for ottis) and then Hannah woke up. They all ate breakfast and then Hannah opened her stocking. After that we started opening Santa presents. Once the boys had a basket full they went to play while we started dinner. The turkey was still a bit frozen (our new fridge was full and set to high- opps!) but we got it stuffed (although the neck gave us the hardest time coming out!) and put it on.&lt;br /&gt;We opened more presents (and took breaks) then ate dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Everything turned out wonderfully =)&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what they all got, but I do remember the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian got this huge bakugan thing he wanted, some chaotic cards, diary of a wimpy kid #1 + a bookmark, diary of a wk uno &amp;amp; puzzle,a zhu zhu pet plus some other various bakugan,disney monopoly jr pjs and some clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiden got toy story everything, woody, buzz, Jessie (WITH yarn hair) mister &amp;amp; miss potato head, some games, clothes and toy story pjs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lukie got the stinky the garbage truck and dance star mickey he wanted,an iron man, super why guy, pjs, clothes and a bunch of cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Hannah got baby dolls, princess dolls, and more baby dolls,mister potato head bucket plus pjs and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all got colouring stuff and puzzles of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ottis got his chrome, a pocket watch, slippers, star wars colouring book (Santa knows he's a star wars freak and figures the kids would like daddy colouring with them!) a statuette that I found that totally screamed ottis and some other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I got a comfy sweater, valentine's day, spread, and beyonce heat gift pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was happy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/165Q0BHNDARKNECSWR82-images/N_7c54da7b25bf5dd5b76c497f58e70862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 567px; height: 358px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/165Q0BHNDARKNECSWR82-images/N_7c54da7b25bf5dd5b76c497f58e70862.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a blessed, happy holidays &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-2658352755965318899?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2658352755965318899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2658352755965318899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2658352755965318899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-450672351321035043</id><published>2010-12-24T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T13:45:10.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/165Q0BHNDARKNECSWR82-images/N_c3e8acae7ab55a02b33a041e51cd5fb0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 199px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/165Q0BHNDARKNECSWR82-images/N_c3e8acae7ab55a02b33a041e51cd5fb0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was spent with me going to get some last minute groceries at no frill with Rachelle.It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I Santa cookies with the boys. We were going to make a gingerbread house too, but we ran out of time.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had our dinner and did our usual placing of the presents under the tree. I find putting them under on Christmas eve is less nerve wrecking then having them out for days before.&lt;br /&gt;We put out our Santa cookies &amp;amp; egg nog, then put our reindeer food that Lukie made at daycare out on the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the children are all snug, so Santa can come and Ottis and i can go to bed ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-450672351321035043?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/450672351321035043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/450672351321035043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/450672351321035043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-7188924528136785216</id><published>2010-12-14T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T13:08:58.960-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hannah'/><title type='text'>Happy second birthday little lady!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TRdpTNW07wI/AAAAAAAAAU4/rt6tbx7SANE/s1600/IMG_2755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TRdpTNW07wI/AAAAAAAAAU4/rt6tbx7SANE/s320/IMG_2755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555024444108631810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our little lady turned two today!&lt;br /&gt;She had a birthday filled with shopping with mommy and daddy for Christmas gifts, opening presents when her brothers got home, and cake.&lt;br /&gt;She got some clothes, a new play kitchen, a book (Disney nursery rhymes) and a new baby doll that potty's and talks.  She loved it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TP1IfJBmu5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/gzi8GLGXnn0/s320/heartstring.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-7188924528136785216?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7188924528136785216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-second-birthday-little-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7188924528136785216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7188924528136785216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-second-birthday-little-lady.html' title='Happy second birthday little lady!'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TRdpTNW07wI/AAAAAAAAAU4/rt6tbx7SANE/s72-c/IMG_2755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-121093376814015323</id><published>2010-12-06T15:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T15:33:38.692-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Let It Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TP1IN9h3taI/AAAAAAAAAUk/HBFyxHC0yTY/s1600/winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TP1IN9h3taI/AAAAAAAAAUk/HBFyxHC0yTY/s320/winter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547669720682444194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems December has brought the winter weather with it.&lt;br /&gt;Six days in to December and we already have our first official snow day at school, and it looks like tomorrow may be another one, unless this snow stops (which i highly doubt)&lt;br /&gt;This means we'll miss the kids Christmas concert, unless the reschedule it. I hope they do.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly the city is shutting down, schools, libraries, rec centres, city hall, mail etc are all shut down with the buses scheduled to shut down this evening.&lt;br /&gt;We're getting anywhere from 40 to 60 cms of snow. Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's beautiful and putting us all in the Christmas spirit =) so i say, Let it snow &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TP1IfJBmu5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/gzi8GLGXnn0/s1600/heartstring.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 43px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TP1IfJBmu5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/gzi8GLGXnn0/s320/heartstring.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547670015826115474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-121093376814015323?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/121093376814015323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/12/let-it-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/121093376814015323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/121093376814015323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/12/let-it-snow.html' title='Let It Snow'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TP1IN9h3taI/AAAAAAAAAUk/HBFyxHC0yTY/s72-c/winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-1952806680468716037</id><published>2010-11-27T09:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T09:29:07.460-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daycare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aiden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aiden-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lukie'/><title type='text'>Aiden-isms</title><content type='html'>Man, I've been busy.&lt;br /&gt;Rushing to try to get Christmas stuff done before the stores get crazy.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday we ended up out at walmart and winners. We happened to find the toy story three Mr and Mrs potato head.&lt;br /&gt;Ottis  said he wanted to get them both for Aiden, I said he would probably be  happy with just Mr potato head, but he insisted so we got both. I  figured I'd talk to aiden and get a feel for if he'd be interested in  Mrs potato head as well, and if not I could give it to Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;So, I sat down with him and the conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V: Remember how you said you wanted the toy story Mr potato head for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;A: yes&lt;br /&gt;V:  Do you think you would like Mrs potato head too? or just Mr potato head?&lt;br /&gt;A: *really thoughtful* I need them both mom. Really.&lt;br /&gt;V: OK, if you need them...&lt;br /&gt;A: Yeah, because they in love that means they have to be together mom!&lt;br /&gt;V: = mush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the cutest thing. ever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we got both of them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I'm hoping to get a start on Christmas decorating.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how that goes..&lt;br /&gt;We've at least changed the living room around so the tree has a spot, that's a step =)     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lukie  has a party at day care on the 15th, that the family is invited to. It  says there will be treats and music and a special visitor! I'm excited!!&lt;br /&gt;And  my mom's group will be having a family brunch. The boys will be in  school for it, but Hannah and ottis will be there. The lady that runs it  (lynda) is trying to see if Santa can visit too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian's at  the age where he's asking questions about Santa. Some boy at school told  him Santa is his parents wrapping presents.&lt;br /&gt;Christian said he told the boy that wasn't true.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lie to him, but I don't want to take away the joy and innocence just yet..&lt;br /&gt;I told Christian that Santa was a magic spirit of giving and as long as he believed in the magic, it would exist.&lt;br /&gt;not a lie, right?&lt;br /&gt;Christian was good with that answer.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to lie or ruin it for him. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally random: the febreze cinnamon roll and home scent is amazing. I'm stocking up on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-1952806680468716037?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1952806680468716037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/11/aiden-isms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/1952806680468716037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/1952806680468716037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/11/aiden-isms.html' title='Aiden-isms'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-5039422944548995923</id><published>2010-11-11T10:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T10:23:31.169-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remembrance day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"&gt;I was looking for a perfect quote to sum up  today, and what it means. This is the most innocent, perfect quote to  capture everything that today stands for. I quote it from my friend, Becky's facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Becky and her family reside in the UK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, I picked (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;my daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;) up from nursery and we were talking about what she did this morning...She showed me her drawings etc then said '...and we stopped Momma... we stopped playing for the soldiers...' I asked her did she understand why... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="messageBody"&gt;'we stop playing and are quiet to 'member that they don't come home to play sometimes and we were q&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;uiet hoping they stop fighting...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;I couldn't have summed up today in better words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Remember those that have fought so that we may live in freedom. Remember them everyday, not just one day a year. Remember the ones that are still fighting.&lt;br /&gt;For all your freedoms, thank them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-5039422944548995923?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/5039422944548995923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-was-looking-for-perfect-quote-to-sum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5039422944548995923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5039422944548995923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-was-looking-for-perfect-quote-to-sum.html' title=''/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-8552595798934750139</id><published>2010-11-10T08:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T08:57:30.957-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><title type='text'>Even if we’re apart.. I’ll always be with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A cross post from my lj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago today I got the phone call that changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;My step father  called to tell me that my mother was gone. I still remember the cry in his voice  as he told me.&lt;br /&gt;I remember saying no, what are you talking about? My mom was a  healthy 45 year old. She couldn't be dead.&lt;br /&gt;She hadn't met Hannah yet. She  was coming up to meet her that summer. how could she have died before meeting  her.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm still angry and hurt and sad by that, though part of me  knows that even though she never met her, she knew her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like one of my good  lj friends, markshoneybear, posted back then  "&lt;i&gt;Your Mom never had the chance to meet Hannah in person  but she loved her just the same. Distance was the only reason. I'm sure she  heard all about her, heard her in the background when you talked on the phone  and felt she knew her beautiful granddaughter as well as if she had met  her."&lt;/i&gt;  Those words helped me more then you could ever know, Carol.  ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago I was struggling, trying to figure how to get out (to newfoundland) to say  good bye to my mother, between the community, family and some awesome lj  people, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=351201&amp;amp;id=627905166&amp;amp;l=f3c02546ca"&gt;I made my way there&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a peace there that I will never be able  to fully explain. I smelled the air my mom smelled, walked the paths she walked  and I saw the beauty she saw. I could understand why she went there and stayed,  leaving my brother, me and our children behind. I know in my heart that my  mother had found her peace before she died.  She was surrounded by love and  friendship. By my stepfather's family, who took her in without a second thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I still wish for just one more phone  call.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why she hasn't called me lately, then I  remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch Hannah grow up into this beautiful little toddler and  everyone who knew me as a child tells me she is so much like me. I wonder if my  mother would think so.&lt;br /&gt;She would have liked her. I mean, I know she loved  her, and would have no matter what, but I mean I think she would have liked  Hannah's personality. Her curiosity. Her mannerisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be  too  sad today.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a day to remember, not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;My mom will live on in  memories, in me,in my children. As long as we remember, she isn't completely  gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-8552595798934750139?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8552595798934750139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/11/rip-mom-1-year-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/8552595798934750139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/8552595798934750139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/11/rip-mom-1-year-later.html' title='Even if we’re apart.. I’ll always be with you.'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-5349874964912823004</id><published>2010-11-05T11:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T11:31:35.356-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Guy Fawkes/ Bonfire night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thekoppelbergers.com/pc-remfull.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 277px;" src="http://www.thekoppelbergers.com/pc-remfull.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was little my grandmother (who was from england) used to tell me that poem all the time.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until i was older that i knew &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guy_Fawkes_Night"&gt;the story behind it&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, we don't celebrate here in ontario, but happy bonfire night to those that do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-5349874964912823004?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/5349874964912823004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/11/guy-fawkes-bonfire-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5349874964912823004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5349874964912823004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/11/guy-fawkes-bonfire-night.html' title='Guy Fawkes/ Bonfire night'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-3101419818853349447</id><published>2010-10-31T21:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T21:49:46.203-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TM4cl77eFnI/AAAAAAAAAUI/oY5Vsrc2RHU/s1600/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TM4cl77eFnI/AAAAAAAAAUI/oY5Vsrc2RHU/s400/halloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534392430152783474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're pooped, so my halloween entry will have to wait until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a safe &amp;amp; fun halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-3101419818853349447?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3101419818853349447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/10/were-pooped-so-my-halloween-entry-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/3101419818853349447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/3101419818853349447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/10/were-pooped-so-my-halloween-entry-will.html' title=''/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TM4cl77eFnI/AAAAAAAAAUI/oY5Vsrc2RHU/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-1188409965895273073</id><published>2010-10-30T14:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T14:17:50.120-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aiden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lukie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hannah'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TMxhKGJL0HI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Q3sFxbiUsRo/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TMxhKGJL0HI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Q3sFxbiUsRo/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533904868207218802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TMxguZTWptI/AAAAAAAAAT4/CeB9yb22j2E/s1600/73015_10150300621600167_627905166_15117707_3372104_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day until Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;That brings almost as much excitement as christmas and birthdays when you have kids in the house.&lt;br /&gt;This year i went out and bought their costumes early, i was quite proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Christian wanted to be batman: The Dark Knight, Aiden &amp;amp; Lukie wanted to be iron man and war machine (the grey iron man from iron man two). I managed to get the costumes they wanted in their size. I even managed to get Hannah a warm butterfly costume that i had my eye on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TMxguZTWptI/AAAAAAAAAT4/CeB9yb22j2E/s1600/73015_10150300621600167_627905166_15117707_3372104_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TMxguZTWptI/AAAAAAAAAT4/CeB9yb22j2E/s400/73015_10150300621600167_627905166_15117707_3372104_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533904392313808594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCORE right?&lt;br /&gt;You'd think. You would think that would mean that i wouldn't be dragging myself to the mall the day before halloween to buy a costume, only that's what i was doing this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Aiden &amp;amp; christian had a Halloween dance party at school, and got to wear their costumes. Aiden came home and had left his costume at school. The boys are bussed to school, which means by the time they are home the school is closed, so i couldn't just call and get the costume.&lt;br /&gt;Instead i went to walmart and went through the costumes that were left there, praying they'd have something that aiden would love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Superman, which is right up there with Iron man in a 6 year old little boy's books.&lt;br /&gt;Whew.&lt;br /&gt;Crisis averted.&lt;br /&gt;Super Mommy to the rescue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-1188409965895273073?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1188409965895273073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-more-day-until-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/1188409965895273073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/1188409965895273073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-more-day-until-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TMxhKGJL0HI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Q3sFxbiUsRo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-8152314809567422147</id><published>2010-10-22T14:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T14:57:00.909-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby-wearing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hannah'/><title type='text'>baby wearing II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/10/peaceful-parenting-i-will-carry-you.html"&gt;Two entries ago&lt;/a&gt; I posted a link to a beautiful poem about baby wearing. I mentioned how,since Hannah's on the go so much, she's not interested in being wrapped as often. I miss those moments.&lt;br /&gt;On wednesday we used the wrap. We were going grocery shopping and i didn't want to have to fold the stroller into the cab with all our groceries, so i wrapped her.&lt;br /&gt;We were walking down the street and she was all cuddled into me. At some point she looked up, grabbed my face, smiled all big and said "mommy!" in her gentle, excited little way.&lt;br /&gt;It was so adorable. My heart melted.&lt;br /&gt;In that moment I remembered why i had missed them so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-8152314809567422147?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8152314809567422147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/10/baby-wearing-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/8152314809567422147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/8152314809567422147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/10/baby-wearing-ii.html' title='baby wearing II'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-1080469363251534227</id><published>2010-10-16T18:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T18:31:04.365-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-circ'/><title type='text'>10 reasons i didn't circumcise</title><content type='html'>I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jobdescriptionmommy.com/job-description-mommy/2010/10/10-reasons-why-i-didnt-circumcise-my-boys.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;10 reasons why i didn't circumcise my boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-1080469363251534227?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1080469363251534227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-reasons-i-didnt-circumcise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/1080469363251534227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/1080469363251534227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-reasons-i-didnt-circumcise.html' title='10 reasons i didn&apos;t circumcise'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-628507157507289953</id><published>2010-10-16T17:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T19:42:26.587-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby-wearing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hannah'/><title type='text'>peaceful parenting: I Will Carry You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.drmomma.org/2010/10/i-will-carry-you.html?spref=bl"&gt;peaceful parenting: I Will Carry You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful poem about baby wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Hannah's *almost* two and a whopping 27 lbs (as of a month ago) our baby wearing days are getting few &amp;amp; far between. She's an on-the-go toddler who has three older brothers to chase after and doesn't seem as interested as the wrap as her newborn baby self did, but there are still moments. The other day when i was doing the dishes and she was being extra clingy, we put the wrap on and she got her snuggles while "helping"me with the dishes. It was sort of bittersweet. As if she was saying "hey mom, i know i'm growing up fast, but sometimes i still need this"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-628507157507289953?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/628507157507289953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/10/peaceful-parenting-i-will-carry-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/628507157507289953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/628507157507289953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/10/peaceful-parenting-i-will-carry-you.html' title='peaceful parenting: I Will Carry You'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-1539459251381913720</id><published>2010-10-10T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T10:23:01.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help if you can!</title><content type='html'>I got on facebook this morning and one of my friends had posted &lt;a href="http://www.indiegogo.com/IVF-for-Erin-and-Edmund"&gt;this link &lt;/a&gt; which is a link to a couple of her friends that are trying hard to have a baby. They are asking for donations (and offering "perks" for the donations if you check out the site) &lt;br /&gt;I can't donate, so i figured i could get their story out there. Someone on the internets will see it and (hopefully) be able to help or at least pass it on (hopefully as you're reading this, you're passing it on too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having my children is an absolute joy (yes, even on "those" days) and it makes me sad that not everyone that wants a baby can have one. Yes, i know there's adoption, but who am i to judge someone who wants to carry their own child? Plus, have you ever tried to adopt? It's not the easiest thing in the world. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I thought i would get the message out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-1539459251381913720?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1539459251381913720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/10/help-if-you-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/1539459251381913720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/1539459251381913720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/10/help-if-you-can.html' title='Help if you can!'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-5787586358402660505</id><published>2010-10-10T10:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T10:59:36.757-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Canadian Turkey Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TLHTsYLDnKI/AAAAAAAAATw/SRypOsyse9g/s1600/thanksgv2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TLHSkQht2tI/AAAAAAAAATo/OnXoxD7kTyg/s1600/thanksgv2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1674/1674173t40oijdtme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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We celebrated with family and friends yesterday (for those that were taking the bus, Saturday was more preferable then Sunday or holiday schedule)&lt;br /&gt;We had tons of food. Seriously, we could've fed an army. Which is good, because we pretty much were. We had 16 people (planned for 19, but three couldn't come) that's four families.&lt;br /&gt;The break down: Our six (4 kids, 2 adults) My brother's family (2 kid,2 adults), my aunt and her kids (1 parent, 1 adult kid, 1 teen, 1 kid) and my bff and her son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's 7 adults, 8 kids &amp;amp; 1 teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully the weather was beautiful so a lot of people ate outside in the yard making it less crammed in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TLHTsYLDnKI/AAAAAAAAATw/SRypOsyse9g/s1600/thanksgv2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 473px; height: 354px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TLHTsYLDnKI/AAAAAAAAATw/SRypOsyse9g/s400/thanksgv2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526430977116839074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TLHSkQht2tI/AAAAAAAAATo/OnXoxD7kTyg/s1600/thanksgv2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fun was had by everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many leftovers, everyone had more then enough to take home.&lt;br /&gt;Right now i'm boiling bones for soup, so my house smells like turkey all over again! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy thanksgiving everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 115px;" 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Day.'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X19dBJhPrKM/TLHTsYLDnKI/AAAAAAAAATw/SRypOsyse9g/s72-c/thanksgv2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-7479699182639687448</id><published>2010-10-02T16:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T16:06:51.258-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daycare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lukie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ottis'/><title type='text'>Monster nails</title><content type='html'>When we picked Lukie up at day care yesterday he had green (painted) nails. Ottis was kinda put off by the nail polish (i think it was paint) but i thought it was adorable.&lt;br /&gt;There are more girls then boys in the class (there are four boys, including lukie) and the rest are girls. the girls wanted "pretty"nails, and the boys wanted to join in.&lt;br /&gt;Lukie said the were monster nails (which made it way easier for Ottis to accept lol.. men are funny sometimes!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-7479699182639687448?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7479699182639687448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/10/monster-nails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7479699182639687448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7479699182639687448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/10/monster-nails.html' title='Monster nails'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-2661659874469643512</id><published>2010-09-29T16:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T16:04:54.850-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aiden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>I Think I'll be six Forever &amp; Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/165Q0BHNDARKNECSWR82-images/N_03674f16d911525290390ce911597b03.jpg" style="width: 339px; height: 190px; max-width: 100%; max-height: 100%;" class="PhotoImg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids are growing way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time needs to slow down :(&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe our second born is SIX already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AA MILNE: NOW WE ARE SIX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was one&lt;br /&gt;I had just begun&lt;br /&gt;When I was two&lt;br /&gt;I was nearly new&lt;br /&gt;When I was three&lt;br /&gt;I was hardly me&lt;br /&gt;When I was four&lt;br /&gt;I was not much more&lt;br /&gt;When I was five&lt;br /&gt;I was just alive&lt;br /&gt;But now I am six,&lt;br /&gt;I'm as clever as clever;&lt;br /&gt;so I think I'll be six now&lt;br /&gt;for ever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; happy birthday Mister Aiden &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-2661659874469643512?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2661659874469643512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-ill-be-six-forever-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2661659874469643512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/2661659874469643512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-ill-be-six-forever-ever.html' title='I Think I&apos;ll be six Forever &amp; Ever!'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-7372500309369669853</id><published>2010-09-26T14:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T14:10:39.849-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><title type='text'>Happy Ninth birthday Christian!!!</title><content type='html'>Wasn't it just the other day that i found out i was pregnant with you? It couldn't really have been nine whole years since i gave birth to a teeny-tiny you, could it?&lt;br /&gt;In the last nine years you have taught me so much. Yes, you. You were my first born, you and me have learned so much together.&lt;br /&gt;I remember them handing you to me and me wondering what i was going to do with you. Wondering if i was worthy of being your mom. Now, nine years later, i can't imagine my life without you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you little boy.&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;The boys &amp;amp; Hannah had breakfast, then christian got to open his presents,&lt;br /&gt;which included a webkinz hamster, some ben ten things (including a "cool" ominatrix), bakugan, pokemon cards and some other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i put on the roast for dinner (slow cookers are the best invention ever, right?)&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do anything huge this year, just sort of hung out around the house. In the afternoon i made him a cake (butter pecan with french vanilla icing and autumn coloured sprinkles)&lt;br /&gt;After dinner he blew out the candles, and we all had cake (which turned out yummy!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he had a nice birthday. I felt bad that we didn't have a big party, but christian seemed to enjoy just having a day with his family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-7372500309369669853?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7372500309369669853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-ninth-birthday-christian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7372500309369669853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7372500309369669853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-ninth-birthday-christian.html' title='Happy Ninth birthday Christian!!!'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-7075433558403627167</id><published>2010-09-16T18:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:01:25.359-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandpa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quotes From Winnie</title><content type='html'>I was googling winne the pooh quotes for something over on my private journal (on lj)  and i came across this one&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If ever there is tomorrow when we’re  not together.. there is something you must always remember. you are  braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you  think. but the most important thing is, even if we’re apart.. I’ll  always be with you.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me tear up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-7075433558403627167?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7075433558403627167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/09/quotes-from-winnie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7075433558403627167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/7075433558403627167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/09/quotes-from-winnie.html' title='Quotes From Winnie'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-5584345372722193984</id><published>2010-09-14T18:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T18:06:18.427-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aiden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school 2010'/><title type='text'>First Week &amp; Routines</title><content type='html'>The first week of school has gone by without any trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Aiden had a bit of trouble listening the first day, but has since been doing wonderfully.We're so proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;Lukie had a little set back at daycare, probably due to the change in routine. He's getting used to it though.&lt;br /&gt;We've started to go to the playground at the public school where lukie's day care is at.Mostly due to some drama here in the complex.&lt;br /&gt;We  pick up the boys, and hit the park, then pick up lukie (who has  playtime in the day care playground when we pick up the other boys)&lt;br /&gt;Then we get home, do the homework, dinner, get school stuff ready, and get ready for bed routine.&lt;br /&gt;It's working for us. It gets us away from the stress and gives us time alone. Win/Win for everyone =)&lt;br /&gt;Ottis and me have been taking the time to totally re-organize the house now that we don't have the boys here all day. Let me tell you, reorganizing a house without three boys under feet is way easier, plus everything looks awesome. We rearranged the kitchen and the living room so far. Ottis got a fake fire place, which he adores. He's always wanted a real one, for now this is the second best option. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-5584345372722193984?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/5584345372722193984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-week-routines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5584345372722193984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/5584345372722193984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-week-routines.html' title='First Week &amp; Routines'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-8492212186745310134</id><published>2010-09-09T07:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T07:38:11.607-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daycare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hannah'/><title type='text'>School days</title><content type='html'>The boys' first two days of school seemed to have gone off without much of a hitch.&lt;br /&gt;Christian is in grade four now (really? wasn't he just in preschool?!) and is in a portable, which he is excited about. One of his best friends is in his class.&lt;br /&gt;Aiden is in grade one now (*sniff*) full day *every* day :( but he was super excited. He got Christian's old grade 1/2 teacher, which is awesome. She is such a great teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I'm anticipating a good year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/165Q0BHNDARKNECSWR82-images/N_07eeb410f19c53ffacb526efc165ed33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 462px; height: 345px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/165Q0BHNDARKNECSWR82-images/N_07eeb410f19c53ffacb526efc165ed33.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of surreal having all three boys out of the house everyday (with lukie in daycare and the boys in school) Ottis and me are spending the first couple of weeks really organizing. We're moving around almost every room in the house, to give it a fresh look. Throwing things out we don't use/need or want.&lt;br /&gt;After that, i think I'm going to join some activities with Hannah. There's story time at the library, playgroup on Fridays, and preschool swimming most afternoons. I'm sure we can find some thing to do together :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-8492212186745310134?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8492212186745310134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/09/school-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/8492212186745310134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/8492212186745310134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/09/school-days.html' title='School days'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095117346848859101.post-6692750592095303344</id><published>2010-08-21T22:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T22:01:38.877-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breastfeeding'/><title type='text'>Toddler Nursing</title><content type='html'>This is going to sound bad to anyone that hasn't experienced it, but those of you that have will totally get it; I love toddler nursing.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, newborn / baby nursing is an awesome bonding experience, but it's all about a need for nutrition. For the baby, nursing at that age is just a means to get that nutrition. Something their instincts tell them to do. Sure, there's still the cuddling and touching need, but on the whole it's nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;As they become toddlers though, it's about way more. It's nutrition mixed with comfort and cuddling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Hannah's blissfully nursing, she looks right at me (when she's not busy trying to look at everything else) for that moment it's just the two of us. And you know she wants to smile. Her face is lit up. Then she points to her eye, then her chest, then at me (it's something ottis started when Christian was little, to say I love you, that he's done with all the kids) &lt;br /&gt;It just melts my heart.&lt;br /&gt;All the cracked nipples, thrush, bad latches, growth spurts and leaking are worth it in those moments.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, i could do without the nursing aerobics that come with nursing a toddler, but those moments? I'm going to be sad to see them go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095117346848859101-6692750592095303344?l=mzvanessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6692750592095303344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/08/toddler-nursing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6692750592095303344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095117346848859101/posts/default/6692750592095303344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzvanessa.blogspot.com/2010/08/toddler-nursing.html' title='Toddler Nursing'/><author><name>:mzvanessa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172661256986658895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqF-iWjYmVs/Th4ugEvz6XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x9McBq8b5vY/s220/IMG_1930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
