<?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-6422184319176370977</id><updated>2011-11-27T21:49:21.646-05:00</updated><category term='ChefBoyardee'/><category term='Jeremy Piven'/><category term='Kurt Cobain'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='I&apos;m in a funk'/><category term='bugs'/><category term='My birthday present is???'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Bertolli Vodka Sauce'/><category term='packing'/><category term='House'/><category term='credit card fraud'/><category term='Rock Band'/><category term='Happy New Year'/><category term='Crocs'/><category term='dreaming'/><category term='John Cusask'/><category term='Nick Thune'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='Writers Workshop Wednesday (now Thursday)'/><category term='Makeover'/><category term='WTF'/><category term='Rachel doesn&apos;t cook'/><category term='Paying It Forward'/><category term='take a bath to relax'/><category term='kids'/><category term='laid off'/><category term='game night'/><category term='Rubber ducky'/><category term='singing'/><category term='Rituals'/><category term='G1 phone'/><category term='Spiderman 3'/><category term='Nordstrom'/><category term='God'/><category term='dress'/><category term='Polly'/><category term='Casey Anthony'/><category term='field trips'/><category term='accident'/><category term='Happy Birthday'/><category term='Guess'/><category term='Baby Alive'/><category term='Florida'/><category term='Healthy Choice'/><category term='Ronald McDonald House'/><category term='Life'/><category term='A Day Late and A Dollar Short'/><category term='Walgreens'/><category term='Neighbors'/><category term='Lifestyle Change'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Am I a hoarder?'/><category term='Clark Griswald'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='The All-American Rejects'/><category term='Comedy Show'/><category term='My Adidas'/><category term='surprise'/><category term='weight'/><category term='Macys'/><category term='moving'/><category term='Party'/><category term='Contest'/><category term='SuperBowl'/><category term='Growing up'/><category term='Poetry.com'/><category term='Stop and smell the roses'/><category term='Ed Hardy'/><category term='wine'/><category term='Hit Me With Your Best Shot'/><category term='girls time'/><category term='Apples'/><category term='thank you'/><category term='collision repair people lie'/><category term='Santa'/><category term='Focus Group'/><category term='handbags'/><category term='Merry Christmas'/><category term='The meaning of Christmas'/><category term='Money'/><category term='Whats a girl to do?  a girl can dream'/><category term='Cript Master'/><category term='Nahui Ollin'/><category term='Shoes'/><category term='Five Guys Burger and Fries overpriced'/><category term='banged up'/><category term='Boots'/><category term='Luther Vandross'/><category term='Thank goodness for Motrin'/><category term='Don&apos;t settle for less than you deserve'/><category term='Happy Anniversary'/><category term='Colorado'/><category term='Weekend Recap'/><category term='Scared'/><category term='Whats a girl to do? TV'/><category term='giveaway'/><category term='being sick'/><category term='Giving back'/><category term='a girl can dream'/><category term='Zappos'/><category term='dodge charger'/><category term='Fazoli&apos;s'/><category term='OCD'/><category term='Football'/><category term='12 Days of Christmas'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='doctor visits'/><category term='What Bra Size Are You?'/><category term='hotel'/><category term='Do I need to take my Welbutrin'/><category term='Crave On'/><category term='Al Green'/><category term='I heart New York'/><category term='flu shot'/><category term='working out'/><category term='realtor'/><category term='Happy Hour'/><category term='bff'/><category term='Writers Workshop Wednesday'/><category term='Gotta Love Little Debbie'/><category term='Pat Benatar'/><category term='bull dogs'/><category term='Maple Mustard Barbecued Pork Chops'/><category term='Travel The World'/><category term='Lulu Poetry'/><category term='family'/><category term='Career'/><category term='secret shopper'/><category term='Work'/><category term='missing children'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Bacardi helps'/><category term='People who know it all'/><category term='Blondes have More Fun'/><category term='Caylee Anthony'/><category term='Whiskey Steak'/><category term='Valentines Day'/><category term='TV'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='2009 J. Lohr Estates Seven Oaks Cabernet Sauvignon'/><category term='video games'/><category term='bull shit'/><category term='weight loss in children'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='John Corbett'/><category term='hubby'/><category term='Kate Beckinsale'/><category term='school'/><category term='1905 Salad'/><category term='Reese Witherspoon'/><category term='American Idol'/><category term='Hanukkah'/><category term='Shoes and Purses I LOVE'/><category term='Too Much Tequila'/><category term='Nirvana'/><category term='HomeAway'/><category term='thiefs'/><category term='family time'/><category term='Boston Terriers'/><category term='lucky day baby'/><category term='Redi pak produce'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='Too smart for her own good'/><category term='hospital'/><category term='Brutus'/><category term='TMobile'/><category term='Outback Steakhouse'/><category term='organization'/><category term='Club Penguin'/><category term='beach'/><category term='insurance companies'/><category term='Nine West'/><category term='report cards'/><category term='Raising Kids'/><category term='Recession'/><category term='dancing'/><category term='Poet'/><category term='Macy&apos;s'/><category term='Randomness'/><category term='Wish List'/><category term='labor day'/><category term='Straight Trippin YO'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Saving Money'/><category term='I got a new attitude plain and simple'/><category term='stress'/><category term='Betsey Johnson'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Xanax helps you sleep'/><category term='My Point of View'/><category term='Saturday'/><category term='YouTube'/><category term='San Diego Chargers'/><category term='Don McLean'/><category term='blog'/><category term='Stomach Flu'/><category term='No Steak for you'/><category term='running'/><category term='Show and Tell'/><category term='Friday'/><category term='food'/><category term='Something Other Than Bills'/><category term='The Day the Music Died'/><category term='Are you kidding me?'/><category term='Serendipity III'/><category term='Sugar Busters'/><category term='Cinderella'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='Rachael Ray'/><title type='text'>LIVIN AND LOVIN</title><subtitle type='html'>Livin Life and Lovin Every Minute of It</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-6644105321088858387</id><published>2011-09-07T13:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T13:47:03.966-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HomeAway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>A Recap in Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1BU0kzq0Lk4/Tmer_67PmuI/AAAAAAAAAmY/U-J2YyHopUk/s1600/familybeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649673372197427938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1BU0kzq0Lk4/Tmer_67PmuI/AAAAAAAAAmY/U-J2YyHopUk/s320/familybeach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I can't believe I posted this pic...oh well let this be a before shot of me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o0_5tmqWziU/Tmer_jGo34I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/hAj5sVk-egM/s1600/familydinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649673365802770306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o0_5tmqWziU/Tmer_jGo34I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/hAj5sVk-egM/s320/familydinner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hubby made our Sunday Family Dinner as always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wp7KW3rTqJY/Tmer_cRvW7I/AAAAAAAAAmI/9nhCguXBLro/s1600/famdinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649673363970284466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wp7KW3rTqJY/Tmer_cRvW7I/AAAAAAAAAmI/9nhCguXBLro/s320/famdinner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xkb9UUJ7w1k/TmepfJoKPkI/AAAAAAAAAmA/OV36K44j3aU/s1600/zachpoolfood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649670610184977986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xkb9UUJ7w1k/TmepfJoKPkI/AAAAAAAAAmA/OV36K44j3aU/s320/zachpoolfood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Zach enjoying lunch pool side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AhtL_EAotDg/TmepfFt2zxI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Foi11YcmclI/s1600/zachandzander.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649670609135128338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AhtL_EAotDg/TmepfFt2zxI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Foi11YcmclI/s320/zachandzander.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Zman and his cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U5LglETCBOI/Tmepeh5jquI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ppwK15f98_0/s1600/zach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649670599520529122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U5LglETCBOI/Tmepeh5jquI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ppwK15f98_0/s320/zach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; "Mom no more pictures!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LKZy9_p4QjA/TmepeVWOoYI/AAAAAAAAAlo/HnCyUgEetgk/s1600/poolhannahfood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649670596151124354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LKZy9_p4QjA/TmepeVWOoYI/AAAAAAAAAlo/HnCyUgEetgk/s320/poolhannahfood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Love enjoying her lunch pool side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tu_ebnER8b8/TmepeTGd81I/AAAAAAAAAlg/8_7gHq4rBMM/s1600/momnancybeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649670595548148562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tu_ebnER8b8/TmepeTGd81I/AAAAAAAAAlg/8_7gHq4rBMM/s320/momnancybeach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; My mom and my aunt...who is responsible for this wonderful trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--RTnCi9pNPQ/Tmeo6w1hCJI/AAAAAAAAAlY/sfE1KyfGeeQ/s1600/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649669985054820498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--RTnCi9pNPQ/Tmeo6w1hCJI/AAAAAAAAAlY/sfE1KyfGeeQ/s320/Me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SA9Sq2w_oLE/Tmeo6sHaorI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/FpYKgrJJhjw/s1600/mattandhannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649669983787721394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SA9Sq2w_oLE/Tmeo6sHaorI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/FpYKgrJJhjw/s320/mattandhannah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; My cousin Matt and Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UAtfa3ukXtU/Tmeo6gbzvlI/AAAAAAAAAlI/0vTeQGbFL-4/s1600/kidsicecream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649669980652027474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UAtfa3ukXtU/Tmeo6gbzvlI/AAAAAAAAAlI/0vTeQGbFL-4/s320/kidsicecream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; The kiddos enjoying an ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VygoRohwYEo/Tmeo6UBxe3I/AAAAAAAAAlA/bmcIH62iPMA/s1600/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649669977321601906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VygoRohwYEo/Tmeo6UBxe3I/AAAAAAAAAlA/bmcIH62iPMA/s320/kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Great kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j59X75KLHv4/Tmeo6EsJHaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/eP1YmsXiaTE/s1600/johnnyrelaxing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649669973204344226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j59X75KLHv4/Tmeo6EsJHaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/eP1YmsXiaTE/s320/johnnyrelaxing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Hubby and I having a great time at the "quiet pool" which had a separate area on the lawn right next to the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SYmi7khZVCc/TmeolVcKycI/AAAAAAAAAkw/5DGQQu7Uhow/s1600/johnnybeachzach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649669616923494850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SYmi7khZVCc/TmeolVcKycI/AAAAAAAAAkw/5DGQQu7Uhow/s320/johnnybeachzach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Hubby and Zman in the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHNC1qjqcbo/TmeolVISkiI/AAAAAAAAAko/jY4WjV22OrE/s1600/johnnybeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649669616840118818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHNC1qjqcbo/TmeolVISkiI/AAAAAAAAAko/jY4WjV22OrE/s320/johnnybeach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; My bestest friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x4gQ7FOyhJY/TmeolKZLCOI/AAAAAAAAAkg/0RlFPFxnZHs/s1600/johnnyandrachel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649669613958138082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x4gQ7FOyhJY/TmeolKZLCOI/AAAAAAAAAkg/0RlFPFxnZHs/s320/johnnyandrachel.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; The cook and his "assistant"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5qJMLbCEims/TmeolIIv_FI/AAAAAAAAAkY/YJYN5WOxVuQ/s1600/hannahzander.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649669613352385618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5qJMLbCEims/TmeolIIv_FI/AAAAAAAAAkY/YJYN5WOxVuQ/s320/hannahzander.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lot's of "techy" stuff going on all weekend...everyone either had a lap top, Iphone or I pod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cQyScj4fB7Q/Tmeok1mR1mI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/x50hqx8W6Kw/s1600/hannahpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649669608375965282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cQyScj4fB7Q/Tmeok1mR1mI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/x50hqx8W6Kw/s320/hannahpool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Love having fun...as always!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hWvloegPUl0/TmeoRzXlFVI/AAAAAAAAAkI/uEPRNS8PDNQ/s1600/HannahnMom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649669281359926610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hWvloegPUl0/TmeoRzXlFVI/AAAAAAAAAkI/uEPRNS8PDNQ/s320/HannahnMom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me "winning"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QXejJPkCNZ8/TmeoRp0peNI/AAAAAAAAAkA/r8d6uB8NRLI/s1600/hannahnancy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649669278797494482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QXejJPkCNZ8/TmeoRp0peNI/AAAAAAAAAkA/r8d6uB8NRLI/s320/hannahnancy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Hannah and her Nanny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eVhZ2sWqhOs/TmeoRU5b27I/AAAAAAAAAj4/wbz-QBFpHco/s1600/family2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649669273180429234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eVhZ2sWqhOs/TmeoRU5b27I/AAAAAAAAAj4/wbz-QBFpHco/s320/family2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Impromptu family photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hCeq75gU9cw/TmeoRWJwTRI/AAAAAAAAAjw/tv4bxDBPHWs/s1600/hannahkaitlyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649669273517313298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hCeq75gU9cw/TmeoRWJwTRI/AAAAAAAAAjw/tv4bxDBPHWs/s320/hannahkaitlyn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Love and her cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eJ_7bFlhdQ8/TmeoRAqwUuI/AAAAAAAAAjo/IhoSHxRGe-c/s1600/hannahfunnelcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649669267750146786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eJ_7bFlhdQ8/TmeoRAqwUuI/AAAAAAAAAjo/IhoSHxRGe-c/s320/hannahfunnelcake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Homemade funnel cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6422184319176370977-6644105321088858387?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/6644105321088858387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=6644105321088858387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/6644105321088858387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/6644105321088858387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2011/09/recap-in-pictures.html' title='A Recap in Pictures'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1BU0kzq0Lk4/Tmer_67PmuI/AAAAAAAAAmY/U-J2YyHopUk/s72-c/familybeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-7388729357115587841</id><published>2011-09-02T11:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T11:51:12.290-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bacardi helps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labor day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>A Weekend Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qE5C1JErZns/TmD6_l4l-XI/AAAAAAAAAjY/LSW_xORGgFI/s1600/palmcoast1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qE5C1JErZns/TmD6_l4l-XI/AAAAAAAAAjY/LSW_xORGgFI/s320/palmcoast1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647789903130786162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend in observance of Labor Day, the family and I are heading up to a beach we haven't explored before...Palm Coast Florida.  I'm looking forward to absolutely nothing; no plans, no place to be except pool or beach side relaxing. Now we currently live in SW Florida and live 7 minutes from the beach. However, my aunt thought it would be a great idea for her to rent a 5000 sq ft house on the beach and invite our family, my mom and her brother and his family too...what was I supposed to say "no?"...I didn't think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be taking lots of pictures and sharing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you plans this weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-7388729357115587841?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/7388729357115587841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=7388729357115587841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/7388729357115587841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/7388729357115587841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2011/09/weekend-away.html' title='A Weekend Away'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qE5C1JErZns/TmD6_l4l-XI/AAAAAAAAAjY/LSW_xORGgFI/s72-c/palmcoast1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-6545013619936862048</id><published>2011-08-25T13:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T13:16:39.253-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1905 Salad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redi pak produce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle Change'/><title type='text'>Eat your veggies...or Salad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my quest to lose weight and more importantly eat healthy I have discovered these quick and delicious salad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_iHB8vltICQ/TlaBUmRhxQI/AAAAAAAAAjA/3p35_k43OC4/s1600/salad3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644841373826925826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_iHB8vltICQ/TlaBUmRhxQI/AAAAAAAAAjA/3p35_k43OC4/s320/salad3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--V256ehUcR4/TlaBU9cjVlI/AAAAAAAAAjI/SwMZWyUwA8Y/s1600/salad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644841380047181394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--V256ehUcR4/TlaBU9cjVlI/AAAAAAAAAjI/SwMZWyUwA8Y/s320/salad2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OSmlYAQW-zE/TlaBU2BTyTI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/UCPomjo80wg/s1600/salad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644841378053867826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OSmlYAQW-zE/TlaBU2BTyTI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/UCPomjo80wg/s320/salad1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell it was good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's portion controlled which I like so I know how many calories I am eating. My favorite salad is my own special concoction which includes greens, feta cheese, sliced pepperoncini, black olives, cucumber, tomatoes and Good Seasoning "Mild Italian" dressing with half a splenda...so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of many changes needed in my life...I will document all of these changes along with the blood, sweat, tears that will go into it...stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-6545013619936862048?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/6545013619936862048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=6545013619936862048&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/6545013619936862048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/6545013619936862048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2011/08/eat-your-veggiesor-salad.html' title='Eat your veggies...or Salad.'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_iHB8vltICQ/TlaBUmRhxQI/AAAAAAAAAjA/3p35_k43OC4/s72-c/salad3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-6443759684828154003</id><published>2011-08-18T12:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T12:19:52.189-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009 J. Lohr Estates Seven Oaks Cabernet Sauvignon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><title type='text'>Gotta Try This One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3DG88mp2WOI/Tk07Xb4XRJI/AAAAAAAAAi4/bf5jGiSvquY/s1600/sidebar_estates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642231181972292754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3DG88mp2WOI/Tk07Xb4XRJI/AAAAAAAAAi4/bf5jGiSvquY/s320/sidebar_estates.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Image Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.jlohr.com/"&gt;www.jlohr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a wine drinker...I like my rum. However, this past weekend we had dinner with new friends. These friends whom we met are serious wine drinkers...I mean they had their own wine refrigerator where the temperature could be controlled. This J. Lohr Cabernet Sauvignon was the BEST wine I have EVER had. So I just had to tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go out and buy you a bottle and curl up on the couch and enjoy! Or have a glass with dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from their website: "A particularly dense vintage, this wine is red-purple in color with a bright hue. Aromas of black currant, plum and black cherry are lifted by a bouquet of vanilla, toasted pastry and spice from a year of barrel aging. The palate is bursting with primary fruit and a broad, rich tannin structure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what that means but it's GOOOOOD!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-6443759684828154003?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/6443759684828154003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=6443759684828154003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/6443759684828154003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/6443759684828154003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2011/08/gotta-try-this-one.html' title='Gotta Try This One'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3DG88mp2WOI/Tk07Xb4XRJI/AAAAAAAAAi4/bf5jGiSvquY/s72-c/sidebar_estates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-207153567020748837</id><published>2011-08-15T12:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T12:55:26.734-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss in children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>One Bad Apple Spoils the Bunch</title><content type='html'>In an attempt to eat more "healthy" and to get my kids to each more fruit, I paid $3.99 for a package of 5 ready to eat apple slices w/grapes. This is what I found in my pouch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNAfr_u-Ikg/TklK75RFViI/AAAAAAAAAiU/yqbvqOaZJNI/s1600/apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641122401103468066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNAfr_u-Ikg/TklK75RFViI/AAAAAAAAAiU/yqbvqOaZJNI/s320/apple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say it's been a challenge with staying on the healthy track...but I am determined to not give up. I am going to lose weight and be healthy. We have also taken the kids to see a nutritionist as well to talk to them about what foods to each and what to stay away from. I have to say it was eye opening learning about alternative choices and picking the right food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; Love is overweight too. It's not her fault, it's our fault as her parents. We discovered that her whole life has some how always focused around food. My hubby is Italian and does all the cooking; pasta, home made meatballs, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coq&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;au&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vin&lt;/span&gt;...she loves it all. We also learned that we would put focus on food when it came to her...for example: We would go to the grocery store and pick up her favorite something and bring it home and say "we got you a surprise" and she would see what it was and then say "oh that's my favorite" or "I love that...thank you". And we were not meaning to hurt her or make her have this unhealthy attachment to food we just had no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this because I know other parents are dealing with the same thing. We are making better decisions when we are at the store and not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bringing&lt;/span&gt; the stuff into the home. It's challenging because she walks around the store picking up everything asking if it's "healthy or whole grain"; she is learning but she is 6 and still trying to grasp why she can't have fruit snacks, ice cream, sugar filled yogurt etc...but we are doing it as family which I think has made it a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; easier. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zman&lt;/span&gt; lost 7 lbs just by not eating chips and junk...not that he needed to lose weight but he really listened to what the nutritionist said and followed it. Love and I will go this road together...because I'm her influence and I know she is paying attention to me and I want her to be healthy and I want to be healthy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-207153567020748837?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/207153567020748837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=207153567020748837&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/207153567020748837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/207153567020748837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-bad-apple-spoils-bunch.html' title='One Bad Apple Spoils the Bunch'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNAfr_u-Ikg/TklK75RFViI/AAAAAAAAAiU/yqbvqOaZJNI/s72-c/apple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-6535989642663100894</id><published>2011-08-10T11:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T11:39:34.734-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neighbors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Meet the neighbor</title><content type='html'>Meet Love's BFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nhv2OQgHEoU/TkKlI8V01DI/AAAAAAAAAh8/iVdoO88K3P0/s1600/austin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639251256476488754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nhv2OQgHEoU/TkKlI8V01DI/AAAAAAAAAh8/iVdoO88K3P0/s320/austin1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes over almost every.single.day. And when he is not over, she is asking the following: Can Austin come over? Can I call his mom? Is he home yet? Do you think he is home yet? When we get in our community...can you go left...to get Austin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I sometimes get tired of having kids over every.single.day. He makes her happy and they play barbies together and he doesn't mind. I think he also likes us too since he asked me to take his picture last night because he too "is also a part of our family".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-6535989642663100894?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/6535989642663100894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=6535989642663100894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/6535989642663100894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/6535989642663100894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2011/08/meet-neighbor.html' title='Meet the neighbor'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nhv2OQgHEoU/TkKlI8V01DI/AAAAAAAAAh8/iVdoO88K3P0/s72-c/austin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-4428225062002270571</id><published>2011-08-09T12:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T12:47:18.264-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>Where did the time go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wow...I cannot believe how long it's been since I have wrote here...so much has happened and so much has gone on and I think "why haven't you been documenting it?" So here I am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am just gonna recap and say we are back living in Florida...South Florida near the beach this time. You see, Colorado livin is alright with some people, but this beach loving, sunshine soakin girl loves to be near water and Colorado is what some say "land locked". It was a great experience; picking up moving Cross Country, kids enjoying "snow days" and then deciding a year later "you know what, let's pick up and move again...because it's fun." So here we are...Zman is now 12 going into the 7th grade with his first "girl friend" and lil Miss Love is heading into 1st grade...where did the time go...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-4428225062002270571?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/4428225062002270571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=4428225062002270571&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/4428225062002270571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/4428225062002270571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-did-time-go.html' title='Where did the time go...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-8652733941245966799</id><published>2010-07-22T13:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T13:46:17.518-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lulu Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry.com'/><title type='text'>My Wife</title><content type='html'>A thousand words to be spoken,&lt;br /&gt;A thousand words to be written&lt;br /&gt;A thousand birds to fly in unison&lt;br /&gt;A thousand sounds to be played&lt;br /&gt;A thousand flavors to taste,&lt;br /&gt;Yet Only one word that I want to speak&lt;br /&gt;Only one word my heart needs to write&lt;br /&gt;Only one bird I watch fly away everyday&lt;br /&gt;Only one song my ears need to hear&lt;br /&gt;And only one taste I forever need&lt;br /&gt;The word I speak is love,The word I write is you.&lt;br /&gt;You are the bird that flies away every morning,only to return to my longing heart that afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;The one song that plays is the song of us,&lt;br /&gt;The only taste is of your lips, sweet, soft and&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly made for mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: My hubby&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2009, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE HIM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-8652733941245966799?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/8652733941245966799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=8652733941245966799&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/8652733941245966799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/8652733941245966799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-wife-by-jonathan-m-brown-lulu-poetry.html' title='My Wife'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-3641157647034413664</id><published>2009-05-13T18:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:28:44.654-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comedy Show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick Thune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!!</title><content type='html'>I know I have been a bad blogger...I don't know what to say other than I am having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and aunt came into town last week for Mother's Day weekend and I took my mom to a Food and Wine tasting...needless to say we had to help each other to the car we ate so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that evening a couple who lives down the street &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(who are way too cool)&lt;/span&gt; took us out on the town. We went to downtown Denver to see the Comedy Central CD taping of Nick Thune who was too funny...my ribs hurt from laughing. From there we hit a couple of bars/clubs and got our dance on. We got back to their house about 2:30 in the morning and just talked and hung out...once we hear the birds chirping at 5:30 am we figured we outta call it a night...needless to say that was the first time in a very long time that we got to bed when the sun was already coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday the hubby and I went downtown to LoDo street and browsed the shops kid free which was a nice break and then hung low on Saturday night...I am no spring chicken anymore so I needed to recoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I took my mom and my aunt to Black Hawk, Colorado which is an old mining town turned into casinos. I was up $25 bucks but couldn't pull myself away but we had a blast. I was a little scared driving up in my rear wheel drive SUV &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(in Florida they don't come standard 4wd as they do here)&lt;/span&gt; up to 8000 feet to the casinos. It began to snow and I was a little scared if it kept snowing I would be stuck or loose control of my car.  It ended up clearing up but remained a little cloudy so I made it home safe.  That night Hubby went to Target and bought us a bunch of games so we stayed up late talking and playing Bingo, Blackjack and Clue...I forgot how much fun games are. I want to invite everyone over now and have a game party...with a little drinking ;0).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say we moved to one of the coolest streets here in town. Everyone is so nice and welcoming...our neighbors who live directly across the street have kids Love's age so she is having a ball. We have already had both couples over our house as you know we love to entertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zman had his first play at his new school yesterday. He was Horace Tabor...aka "the Silver King". He did an amazing job considering he didn't feel well. He is fitting right in and I am so thankful for this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's the altitude or just Colorado but everyone seems so friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how nice they are when we are dressed to the nines in our San Diego Charger's jerseys for the Denver Broncos game come football season...bring it on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-3641157647034413664?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/3641157647034413664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=3641157647034413664&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/3641157647034413664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/3641157647034413664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back_13.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-6350749739897907729</id><published>2009-05-13T18:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:15:53.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-6350749739897907729?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/6350749739897907729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=6350749739897907729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/6350749739897907729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/6350749739897907729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-7403284399329208137</id><published>2009-04-27T20:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:21:07.125-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are you kidding me?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>And Snow It Goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SfZLeRKrc7I/AAAAAAAAAgk/50TMWA3JJGU/s1600-h/Zach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329530192415912882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SfZLeRKrc7I/AAAAAAAAAgk/50TMWA3JJGU/s320/Zach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SfZLd5K0S0I/AAAAAAAAAgc/o7IRO18EyyA/s1600-h/snowstreets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329530185974041410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SfZLd5K0S0I/AAAAAAAAAgc/o7IRO18EyyA/s320/snowstreets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SfZLdvhpehI/AAAAAAAAAgU/5jtDjBd0r7E/s1600-h/snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329530183385446930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SfZLdvhpehI/AAAAAAAAAgU/5jtDjBd0r7E/s320/snowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SfZLdeuqUpI/AAAAAAAAAgM/RkE8ZSYIPdY/s1600-h/SnowKids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329530178876625554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SfZLdeuqUpI/AAAAAAAAAgM/RkE8ZSYIPdY/s320/SnowKids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SfZLdApbMZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/vEWt4PRDy0M/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329530170801598866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SfZLdApbMZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/vEWt4PRDy0M/s320/snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SfZLJoX4_uI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Qksl7DW1mPo/s1600-h/moresnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329529837868089058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SfZLJoX4_uI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Qksl7DW1mPo/s320/moresnow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SfZLJRhcGCI/AAAAAAAAAf0/rqYgmS4fmwg/s1600-h/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329529831734122530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SfZLJRhcGCI/AAAAAAAAAf0/rqYgmS4fmwg/s320/Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SfZLJHM3sGI/AAAAAAAAAfs/OudhSNjRgvw/s1600-h/Johnnysnowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329529828963496034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SfZLJHM3sGI/AAAAAAAAAfs/OudhSNjRgvw/s320/Johnnysnowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SfZLI7wexmI/AAAAAAAAAfk/GAlsCNW5HWo/s1600-h/Johnnysnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329529825891632738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SfZLI7wexmI/AAAAAAAAAfk/GAlsCNW5HWo/s320/Johnnysnow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SfZLIjUNIEI/AAAAAAAAAfc/sskixPG4bk4/s1600-h/Hannahsnowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329529819330584642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SfZLIjUNIEI/AAAAAAAAAfc/sskixPG4bk4/s320/Hannahsnowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are loving here in Colorado despite the crazy weather. Our neighbors have told us that the area in which we live really didn't have a bad winter and it's crazy how we are getting all this snow in April. Last week we had a snow storm. I had my first attempt trying to drive in the snow...and notice the word attempt. I had a job interview and I didn't get 2 miles from the house before I had to turn around as my car was losing control. I was so scared. People behind me were probably saying "move out of the way Florida" because they had a good look at my license plate going 10 miles per hour until the back end of the car was losing control. We knew rear wheel drive cars would not work well in snow but we figured we had at least until winter to get new vehicles...boy was I wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after sleigh riding and vegging out indoors due to being home bound we really enjoyed it...I mean living in Florida you don't have days like this...rain yeah but you can still drive in rain in a rear wheel drive car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the snow came sunny high 60-70 degree weather, we had rain last night I awoke in the middle of the night to snow everywhere...and really coming down. We heard the news last night that there was a chance of snow in the foothills but heck how do I know if I am in the foothills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By mid morning the sun was shining and by late afternoon all the snow was gone...gotta love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some random pics over the past week of the kids enjoying the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back to update you soon. I am sorry for my "lack" of blogging; but I did get a job and with still getting settled and finding daycare for Love things have been a little hectic. However I am on Facebook so all my peeps hit me up there so I can say a little hello when I am absent on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-7403284399329208137?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/7403284399329208137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=7403284399329208137&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/7403284399329208137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/7403284399329208137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-snow-it-goes.html' title='And Snow It Goes'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SfZLeRKrc7I/AAAAAAAAAgk/50TMWA3JJGU/s72-c/Zach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-2800550843025782893</id><published>2009-04-16T12:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:32:23.704-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laid off'/><title type='text'>I'm Lovin It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sedc28_Es1I/AAAAAAAAAfU/ACr4JbcOShc/s1600-h/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325327183542268754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sedc28_Es1I/AAAAAAAAAfU/ACr4JbcOShc/s320/pic2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sedc2wSkPlI/AAAAAAAAAfM/yQsP4szFdzo/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325327180134366802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sedc2wSkPlI/AAAAAAAAAfM/yQsP4szFdzo/s320/pic1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the delay in posting. After unpacking, organizing and playing dress up with Love all day; who has time to blog. I am still looking for a job and if anyone in Colorado needs an Executive Assistant...hit me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures were taken at a place called Daniels Park which is very very close to our house so you have to love that. It was truly breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the kitchen last night and Love told me that I am the "bestest mom in Colorado"...funny thing she is right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-2800550843025782893?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/2800550843025782893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=2800550843025782893&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/2800550843025782893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/2800550843025782893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-lovin-it.html' title='I&apos;m Lovin It'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sedc28_Es1I/AAAAAAAAAfU/ACr4JbcOShc/s72-c/pic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-6477278585669046964</id><published>2009-04-08T13:02:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:30:55.274-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dodge charger'/><title type='text'>We Made It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sdzd_78o5vI/AAAAAAAAAfE/spO2LBH-_Vk/s1600-h/moutain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322372950138611442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sdzd_78o5vI/AAAAAAAAAfE/spO2LBH-_Vk/s320/moutain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View outside our local grocery store...a lot different than FL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322372944141299634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sdzd_lmxL7I/AAAAAAAAAe8/HvhdW4iaSYc/s320/love2.jpg" /&gt; Love sleeping in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322372940117754738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sdzd_Wnew3I/AAAAAAAAAe0/IAIz27X01bk/s320/kids.jpg" /&gt;Once we arrived it snowed and the kids were building a snowman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sdzd_D0S-MI/AAAAAAAAAes/LXHS5WGOhpA/s1600-h/driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322372935071234242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sdzd_D0S-MI/AAAAAAAAAes/LXHS5WGOhpA/s320/driving.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View driving behind hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sdzd-oof8UI/AAAAAAAAAek/vMM32TV3adM/s1600-h/road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322372927773995330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sdzd-oof8UI/AAAAAAAAAek/vMM32TV3adM/s320/road.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another view and a gorgeous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SdzdhqyvkLI/AAAAAAAAAec/OL99oHpZQM8/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322372430137626802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SdzdhqyvkLI/AAAAAAAAAec/OL99oHpZQM8/s320/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She cracked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SdzdhXad6KI/AAAAAAAAAeU/yOgBALEsL60/s1600-h/fix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322372424935532706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SdzdhXad6KI/AAAAAAAAAeU/yOgBALEsL60/s320/fix.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This guy saved the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SdzdhPS_f2I/AAAAAAAAAeM/BqjX_zotTeM/s1600-h/car2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322372422756695906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SdzdhPS_f2I/AAAAAAAAAeM/BqjX_zotTeM/s320/car2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I almost threw up...the trailer was defective...half the car was on the trailer the other half off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SdzdhKskyEI/AAAAAAAAAeE/8lKQewU-3zo/s1600-h/1238338136893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322372421521819714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SdzdhKskyEI/AAAAAAAAAeE/8lKQewU-3zo/s320/1238338136893.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This caused us to leave 4 hours behind schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sdzdg6dDseI/AAAAAAAAAd8/_uuqrjiUbJo/s1600-h/ready.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322372417161769442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sdzdg6dDseI/AAAAAAAAAd8/_uuqrjiUbJo/s320/ready.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love all ready before we left Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes indeed. After 4 long days in the car with Love while Hubby had Zman riding with him in the truck it was quite the adventure. I have to say the ride through Kansas...LONG! We had a mishap when loading Hubby's car onto the trailer...see photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However we made it to Colorado last Wednesday at 4pm and an hour after we arrived it snowed...and the kids were already building snowmen...it was priceless and I am so glad they got to experience it. The next day we woke up to sunshine and the snow was melted...gotta love Colorado in April that is for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so peaceful seeing the mountains everyday...they are amazing. I can't wait to explore everything Colorado has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6422184319176370977-6477278585669046964?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/6477278585669046964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=6477278585669046964&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/6477278585669046964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/6477278585669046964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-made-it.html' title='We Made It'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sdzd_78o5vI/AAAAAAAAAfE/spO2LBH-_Vk/s72-c/moutain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-8358512716357838749</id><published>2009-03-27T20:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:27:33.815-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiderman 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Because You Talk Too Loud</title><content type='html'>It's the eve before we begin packing up our moving truck to begin our journey to Colorado; all is quiet downstairs except for the sound of Spiderman playing in the background. On the couch sits Love contently on a huge couch with her crayons and her coloring tray on the cushion next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Whatcha watching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Spidaman...you want to watch wit me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Sure &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(she moves her crayons and clears a spot for me on the couch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-You hab to be berry quiet...ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Because you talk too loud and I can't even hear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Oh I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Its ok mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit next to her I begin asking questions because she is engrossed in the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Is this Spiderman 1 2 or 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Spidaman 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Oh who is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Dat is the Gween Gobwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Is he bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-You now who killed hid father? Peta Parka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Oh no...is this scary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-No it not mom...sshh watch it...it's ok weally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-8358512716357838749?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/8358512716357838749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=8358512716357838749&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/8358512716357838749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/8358512716357838749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-you-talk-too-loud.html' title='Because You Talk Too Loud'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-6466741644266538273</id><published>2009-03-25T10:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:53:59.792-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a girl can dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>The Countdown Begins</title><content type='html'>I am going a little stir crazy being in a home that seems so bare yet surrounded by boxes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the day we pick up our moving truck and begin loading it for the start of our new journey Saturday morning at 6am. We are all experiencing a range of emotions...except Love...everytime we are leaving the house she says "are we going to Collar ado now?" God bless her; to be so little and have no idea what is going on just that you are moving to a new place...for all she knows it's right up the street and the minute we step foot in the car she will begin asking "how much longa, are we dare yet?" She has no idea we are in for a long road trip. I am so excited, yet a little nervous too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby will be driving a 24 foot truck towing his car...he has never done this before and I am a little nervous for him. Please keep me and my family in your prayers while we make our way across country to begin our new journey in Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-6466741644266538273?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/6466741644266538273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=6466741644266538273&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/6466741644266538273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/6466741644266538273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/03/countdown-begins.html' title='The Countdown Begins'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-3741952201590610146</id><published>2009-03-17T19:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:59:53.711-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bacardi helps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packing'/><title type='text'>As I Sit Here</title><content type='html'>...among boxes getting ready for the move. It's out of balance somewhat as we don't know the exact date that we can make the trip. The tenants who are currently residing in the place we will be renting haven't communicated the exact date of their move out prior to 3/31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to know the day we load up the truck and make our way. I was hoping it would be a week from Thursday now it could be the following week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have packed up Love and Zman's room; meanwhile all that sits is the toys/boxes/furniture that is ready to load on the truck. The living room is packed up and bare except for the tv that we were going to sell but decided to bring with us and the sectional which again we were planning on selling but decided we had room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been one stressful move. Mostly because I am not working and I am in limbo. I am looking for a job in Colorado but I can't fully focus as I am stressing about the details of packing and moving and can't give 100% to finding a job. This is the first time I have been unemployed in a very long time and not have something lined up...so this is weighing on me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-3741952201590610146?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/3741952201590610146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=3741952201590610146&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/3741952201590610146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/3741952201590610146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-i-sit-here.html' title='As I Sit Here'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-7590133729071430675</id><published>2009-03-16T19:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:07:28.099-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle Change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>Colorado Here We Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sb7oxfyOQXI/AAAAAAAAAb0/X_jx4sdbbog/s1600-h/highlandsranch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313940547387146610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sb7oxfyOQXI/AAAAAAAAAb0/X_jx4sdbbog/s320/highlandsranch1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are moving...next week!!!! I am so excited yet scared too. I am looking forward to moving to a new place, meeting new people and having a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fresh&lt;/span&gt; start. I am a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; apprehensive about the drive...it's going to take us 3 days with stopping for 2 nights to refresh...it should be interesting though as I will have Love and Brutus with me and hubby will have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our prayers have been answered and God is working his plan...things are falling into place and I am ready for our new journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be a little bit absent for the next 2 weeks as we continue to pack up and start out on our new journey next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck...promise to be back with great "road trip" stories!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Come'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sb7oxfyOQXI/AAAAAAAAAb0/X_jx4sdbbog/s72-c/highlandsranch1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-1940968794746957215</id><published>2009-03-10T13:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:40:49.616-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel doesn&apos;t cook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I Not Mad At You</title><content type='html'>I was heating up Love's leftovers from dinner the night before and she was dictating what she wanted and what she did'nt want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love-I only want the chicken...no bread K mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Ok...do you want chips too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-How about apple sauce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Yes pwease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am cutting up the chicken tenders and she notices that I left a little piece on the baking sheet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love-What about dat one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Just eat what is on your plate first...you have a bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once she is finished she walks over to the stove and notices the chicken is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love-What happened to dat piece of chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-I ate it...I'm sorry don't be mad (pretending as if I am crying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-I not mad at you mom...look at my face do I look mad &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(with a huge smile on her face) &lt;/span&gt;Give me a hug...I not mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-1940968794746957215?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/1940968794746957215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=1940968794746957215&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/1940968794746957215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/1940968794746957215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-not-mad-at-you.html' title='I Not Mad At You'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-6352257188469390399</id><published>2009-03-04T13:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:43:07.204-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bacardi helps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='take a bath to relax'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laid off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>Calgon Take Me Away</title><content type='html'>I have been stressing these past few weeks hence the lack of posts...please forgive me. I just didn't want to blog about what so many people are facing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am collecting unemployment for the first time in my entire working career (16 years) and it's going to be rough for a while. On the bright side we did sell our house on a short sale so now we are left with the uncertainty "now where do we live?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been wanting to move to Colorado for a long time now and it seems the best time is now. I am currently not working and Zman will be out of school soon so now may be the best time. I have heard that Colorado is doing a lot better than Florida during these hard economic times and the crime here in Florida has gotten out of hand. It is no longer a great place to raise kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been applying for jobs in Colorado as well as Florida but really hoping to get a job in Colorado. It's difficult applying in another state as you are most likely looked over for someone who already lives there.  If anyone reading this blog knows someone in Colorado looking for a hard working, organized individual...hook a sista up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I am going to keep taking baths to help relax me...(and have a couple of Bacardi and Diet Cokes)now excuse me while I find me some Calgon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7TCUiVNAQKk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7TCUiVNAQKk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-6352257188469390399?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/6352257188469390399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=6352257188469390399&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/6352257188469390399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/6352257188469390399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/03/calgon-take-me-away.html' title='Calgon Take Me Away'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-6746348982742817702</id><published>2009-02-27T12:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:47:49.541-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Other Than Bills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Mailman Came Today and Delivered Me Something Other Than Bills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SagmScqVGJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/7kGPF5eM19g/s1600-h/letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307534259229366418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SagmScqVGJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/7kGPF5eM19g/s320/letter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sagl9E0MOOI/AAAAAAAAAbc/b57doUan7bk/s1600-h/lovegifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307533892051024098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sagl9E0MOOI/AAAAAAAAAbc/b57doUan7bk/s320/lovegifts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sagl8wXXylI/AAAAAAAAAbU/fYSNkXMeISo/s1600-h/loot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307533886561438290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sagl8wXXylI/AAAAAAAAAbU/fYSNkXMeISo/s320/loot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sagl8goBo9I/AAAAAAAAAbM/gVk9RsVvN_c/s1600-h/lovehat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307533882336322514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sagl8goBo9I/AAAAAAAAAbM/gVk9RsVvN_c/s320/lovehat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sagl8g2HOKI/AAAAAAAAAbE/a4EMnuu-Ch0/s1600-h/cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307533882395408546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/Sagl8g2HOKI/AAAAAAAAAbE/a4EMnuu-Ch0/s320/cheese.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://thejensenscrazeelife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Missy&lt;/a&gt; sent me a package that arrived today. It couldn't have come at a better time. It sure did brighten my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love was on her way upstairs to take a nap and she yelled "you got a packedge". I said "what package?" she replies "wight dare mom" pointing outside our front door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look what I got...Ok Love got stuff too. Her and Zman will definately enjoy the crazy straws!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy, Thank you so much for brightening my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-6746348982742817702?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/6746348982742817702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=6746348982742817702&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/6746348982742817702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/6746348982742817702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/02/mailman-came-today-and-delivered-me.html' title='The Mailman Came Today and Delivered Me Something Other Than Bills'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SagmScqVGJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/7kGPF5eM19g/s72-c/letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-1842686924402552599</id><published>2009-02-24T11:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:02:57.524-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ChefBoyardee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel doesn&apos;t cook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love Don't Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SaQoHFavo5I/AAAAAAAAAa8/w-pLQ1UDkqE/s1600-h/logo_chefboy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306410363127833490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SaQoHFavo5I/AAAAAAAAAa8/w-pLQ1UDkqE/s320/logo_chefboy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was Day 1 of me being at home with my Lil Love. I must say I think I may be her favorite parent now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up yesterday morning and got Zman and Hubby off to work and decided it was a good idea to curl up in my bed and watch her shows &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(because we take turns and it was her turn)&lt;/span&gt; for a little while. I think we got our energy at 9:30 and we got up and took showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point is when the food topics set in; she wanted lunch at 9:30. I explained that it was breakfast time and I could make her a waffle, she settled on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love-I hungwy mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-What do you want for a snack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Ummm I want sometin in a can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-It's not lunch time yet, you can have that for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-When is lunch time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-11:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Oh man...what time is now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-10 o'clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-But I want shells with meat balls pwease mom? pwease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-In a little while ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Okkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love-Can I have lunch now? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-1842686924402552599?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/1842686924402552599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=1842686924402552599&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/1842686924402552599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/1842686924402552599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-dont-stop.html' title='Love Don&apos;t Stop'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SaQoHFavo5I/AAAAAAAAAa8/w-pLQ1UDkqE/s72-c/logo_chefboy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-1601934483332229369</id><published>2009-02-20T09:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:01:20.894-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are you kidding me?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bacardi helps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel doesn&apos;t cook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laid off'/><title type='text'>Now What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZ7EInQsUCI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ILbMyIjo3pE/s1600-h/layoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304893063346016290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZ7EInQsUCI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ILbMyIjo3pE/s320/layoff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is my last day with my current employer. They broke the news to me on Monday...hence why I have been a little down and not posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now in the stage of Now What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is happy though she wants to do make-up on Monday and play dress up.  Zman is excited since I will be home when he arrives from school...he asked me the other night "mom will you make me a snack or something when I get home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when we were done working out at the gym hubby said to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hubby-Starting Monday you will be doing all the stuff around the house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me-Like what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hubby-You know cooking, cleaning, taking care of the kids because you will be home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me-Oh no...I won't be doing any cooking; we know how that turns out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hubby-Oh you can make a couple things &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me-Like what...eggs and bacon? Bologna sandwiches?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-1601934483332229369?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/1601934483332229369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=1601934483332229369&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/1601934483332229369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/1601934483332229369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-what.html' title='Now What?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZ7EInQsUCI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ILbMyIjo3pE/s72-c/layoff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-1010970916020098286</id><published>2009-02-17T08:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:57:10.021-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Love and Zman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-9DNpwpI/AAAAAAAAAas/NB6J0TR34U4/s1600-h/hannahdaddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303761467226047122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-9DNpwpI/AAAAAAAAAas/NB6J0TR34U4/s320/hannahdaddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy and Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-9Nc2q4I/AAAAAAAAAak/T_D_cvStZlY/s1600-h/cheese2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303761469974162306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-9Nc2q4I/AAAAAAAAAak/T_D_cvStZlY/s320/cheese2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love "cheese"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-81dWh9I/AAAAAAAAAac/MG6D3zlH3ZA/s1600-h/cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303761463533799378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-81dWh9I/AAAAAAAAAac/MG6D3zlH3ZA/s320/cheese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is sooo excited about opening presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-865ItFI/AAAAAAAAAaU/a7x5u-HEoJw/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303761464992511058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-865ItFI/AAAAAAAAAaU/a7x5u-HEoJw/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-8o9h5OI/AAAAAAAAAaM/c9VHygIsgQE/s1600-h/auntgrandmahannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303761460179100898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-8o9h5OI/AAAAAAAAAaM/c9VHygIsgQE/s320/auntgrandmahannah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her aunt, grandma and Melanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-0JPQyYI/AAAAAAAAAaE/5VTGxyeBP5w/s1600-h/johnnyme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303761314224589186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-0JPQyYI/AAAAAAAAAaE/5VTGxyeBP5w/s320/johnnyme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hubby and I trying to help Love take the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-z5yYjMI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/sW0i5Ogu-bk/s1600-h/loot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303761310076931266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-z5yYjMI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/sW0i5Ogu-bk/s320/loot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All her loot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-zxcGS8I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/WCc_gy7Z96Q/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303761307835976642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-zxcGS8I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/WCc_gy7Z96Q/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love how she smiles here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-zM6zmyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/5jD7_RYtZZs/s1600-h/lovecake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303761298032663330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-zM6zmyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/5jD7_RYtZZs/s320/lovecake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready to blow out the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-ywojdvI/AAAAAAAAAZk/FlwBHxGMJ0c/s1600-h/meandlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303761290439915250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-ywojdvI/AAAAAAAAAZk/FlwBHxGMJ0c/s320/meandlove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was kissing me and then the camera didn't go off so this is her next pose. Love her smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-ninfU6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/GnvTScZzLAQ/s1600-h/wishwish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303761097698792354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-ninfU6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/GnvTScZzLAQ/s320/wishwish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We told her to make a wish and she closed her eyes so tight and put her hands together as if she was praying...I love this photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-nUwaMQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/GxqGr38JoxA/s1600-h/wishyeah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303761093978108162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-nUwaMQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/GxqGr38JoxA/s320/wishyeah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Yay I did it Daddy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-nf3UM2I/AAAAAAAAAZM/eO8W4pohuTg/s1600-h/zman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303761096959865698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-nf3UM2I/AAAAAAAAAZM/eO8W4pohuTg/s320/zman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Rockstar and his band!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-nN4QBPI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EHTIMoOa5XI/s1600-h/zmanbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303761092131947762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-nN4QBPI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EHTIMoOa5XI/s320/zmanbook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The book he wanted. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Very interesting I might add)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-nDh3QmI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Wjt_BLH2O90/s1600-h/zmancake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303761089353695842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-nDh3QmI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Wjt_BLH2O90/s320/zmancake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought these sparkler candles and he got a little scared when they were sparking; hubby got hit with the spark and said it hurt a lil...what was I thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-ctRCXzI/AAAAAAAAAY0/toWJeVC5Cac/s1600-h/zman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303760911578849074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-ctRCXzI/AAAAAAAAAY0/toWJeVC5Cac/s320/zman2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opening his loot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-cM2QBRI/AAAAAAAAAYs/tZB2TnK508U/s1600-h/zman3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303760902876562706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-cM2QBRI/AAAAAAAAAYs/tZB2TnK508U/s320/zman3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of his Club Penguin plushes he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-cMuQwoI/AAAAAAAAAYk/zRoXPn9uVBk/s1600-h/zman4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303760902843056770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-cMuQwoI/AAAAAAAAAYk/zRoXPn9uVBk/s320/zman4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-b51wKzI/AAAAAAAAAYc/T9fDUMoMvws/s1600-h/zman5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303760897774201650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-b51wKzI/AAAAAAAAAYc/T9fDUMoMvws/s320/zman5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opening more presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-byshASI/AAAAAAAAAYU/S2vmTiXWbSs/s1600-h/zman6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303760895856410914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-byshASI/AAAAAAAAAYU/S2vmTiXWbSs/s320/zman6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He got a radio control plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both had a great time. After the party they went to their Aunt's house with their cousins for a sleepover and Hubby and I had the house to ourselves. I will do a post about our Valentines Day next. We were exhausted that night as we had an impromtu party Friday night that went until 2am &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(pictures to follow)&lt;/span&gt; and then we had the kids party at noon on Saturday. Needless to say we were passed out tired at 11pm on Valentines Day but hubby did make me a 3 course dinner...Yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6422184319176370977-1010970916020098286?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/1010970916020098286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=1010970916020098286&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/1010970916020098286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/1010970916020098286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-love-and-zman.html' title='Happy Birthday Love and Zman'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZq-9DNpwpI/AAAAAAAAAas/NB6J0TR34U4/s72-c/hannahdaddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-8354848711506995142</id><published>2009-02-13T15:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:38:07.221-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel doesn&apos;t cook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I Need More Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZXSse4ND_I/AAAAAAAAAYI/sshdJvS-yJE/s1600-h/PhotoDraw85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302375797943504882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZXSse4ND_I/AAAAAAAAAYI/sshdJvS-yJE/s320/PhotoDraw85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think we have all said this a time or two but I need more time today. We are having a little impromptu get together tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Love turns 4 years old...she is my Valentine Baby. Valentines Day has special meaning for us; not because of the day as Hubby doesn't recoginize it and believes we should show our love and appreciation everyday of the year not just on this day. Hubby proposed to me in our local paper 10 years ago on Valentines Day. His greeting read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thank God for our gift and for bringing you into my life. I only have one question to ask will you be my wife?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 8.5 months pregnant when he proposed and we had no idea that Zman would be born 2 days later February 16th (by emergency c-section). It amazes me how much we have been through in 10 years. We have had lots of ups and downs but I can't imagine being with anybody else. Even at times when he gets so upset with me or vice versa he is my best friend we are so much in love that it's what gets us through the hard times and makes us so thankful for the good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow we are having a birthday party for Love and Zman. I think this will be the last year for a joint party. We really did it this way because of costs associated with throwing two separate parties. Zman has been so generous in having a low key party this year. He said to me the other day "mom we don't have to have a big party; afterall you did throw me a surprise party last year". Isn't he sweet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is myself and my brother have a birthday 2 days apart. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ironic isn't it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a lot of running around to do for tonight and tomorrow and still figure out time to squeeze my work out in. I have been busting my butt at the gym these last couple weeks working out sometimes 6 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a little surprise for hubby tomorrow; we are staying in and cooking dinner...well he is doing the cooking you all know how well I do in the kitchen...if you don't read my post below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend; Happy Valentines Day...and remember make every single day special for the one you love...just so they know you were thinking of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-8354848711506995142?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/8354848711506995142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=8354848711506995142&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/8354848711506995142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/8354848711506995142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-need-more-time.html' title='I Need More Time'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZXSse4ND_I/AAAAAAAAAYI/sshdJvS-yJE/s72-c/PhotoDraw85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-4301215295307493681</id><published>2009-02-11T14:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:56:55.263-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bacardi helps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel doesn&apos;t cook'/><title type='text'>Waffle Sandwiches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZMtWLvT8jI/AAAAAAAAAYA/7CgIFdE2MPI/s1600-h/mythofbadcook.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301631045476807218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZMtWLvT8jI/AAAAAAAAAYA/7CgIFdE2MPI/s320/mythofbadcook.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know when your having an off day/week when you are attempting to cook an easy dinner of soup and sandwiches and it goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was heating up chicken noodle soup in the microwave &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Love won't let me cook it on the stove)&lt;/span&gt; and I was attempting to make grilled ham and cheese sandwiches in our sandwich maker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was wondering why the cheese was pouring out the side but chalked it up to the cheddar cheese melting. When I took the sandwiches out of the machine I realized it had little squares on it...I thought it was cute and cut them up and served them to my kids. It was that minute that I reached for the sandwich machine to clean it up that I realized I just made my kids waffle sandwiches...yep it was the waffle machine not my sandwich maker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made myself a drink after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-4301215295307493681?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/4301215295307493681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=4301215295307493681&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/4301215295307493681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/4301215295307493681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/02/waffle-sandwiches.html' title='Waffle Sandwiches'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZMtWLvT8jI/AAAAAAAAAYA/7CgIFdE2MPI/s72-c/mythofbadcook.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-4715547350582580022</id><published>2009-02-09T15:02:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:45:44.508-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too smart for her own good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>Love Wants a Baby and More Food</title><content type='html'>Well she wants hubby and I to have a baby but Zman wants nothing of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-I wanna baby mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-No way...your my baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zman-I don't want another baby...Love is enough. Besides then I will have someone else to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-I not a baby...I gonna be this many &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(holding up 4 fingers)&lt;/span&gt; wight mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-I wanna lil baby I can take care of pwease? pwease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe looking at old photos from them being babies prompted this discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so crazy to think back when they were so little and depended on us for everything and now Love is running the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing the dishes, here she comes "I can do the dishes mom"&lt;br /&gt;I'm vacuuming, here she comes "I can vacuum mom"&lt;br /&gt;I'm dusting, here she comes "give me dat I do it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I'm teaching her how to drive so she can run to the store to get milk because she drinks this stuff non stop. Not to mention how much she wants to eat. Once you serve her before she eats she is asking for more after she is done. And this repeats for about 5 times. The minute she is done eating she wants a snack. When you tell her to wait, let her food settle she is asking again 5 minutes later telling me "my tummy seddel now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300898400598683842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZCTAo4e8MI/AAAAAAAAAXg/wssUWuGBRlE/s320/loveeat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: We have actually left the table, she is still eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**********************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another note I participated in a Valentine Swap hosted by &lt;a href="http://sbelle-lifeofasouthernbelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Belle.&lt;/a&gt; My partner was &lt;a href="http://fourpawsco.blogspot.com/"&gt;Diane&lt;/a&gt; and this is what she sent me...Thanks Diane!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300899685316444178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZCULa1EQBI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Czr-vVZtIik/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300899675477638946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZCUK2LT_yI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ODI4nHoom9w/s320/earrings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300899668796202914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZCUKdSVX6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/HnZzHZh_9j8/s320/keyring.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-4715547350582580022?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/4715547350582580022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=4715547350582580022&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/4715547350582580022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/4715547350582580022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-wants-baby-and-more-food.html' title='Love Wants a Baby and More Food'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SZCTAo4e8MI/AAAAAAAAAXg/wssUWuGBRlE/s72-c/loveeat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-2342627075514500020</id><published>2009-02-05T10:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:20:02.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blondes have More Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are you kidding me?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Hair and Farts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SYsBoafpOEI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Uaqbc0kxqQw/s1600-h/Dress+Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299331180349962306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SYsBoafpOEI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Uaqbc0kxqQw/s320/Dress+Up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other day Love wanted me to play with her. We started off playing Barbies and she insisted on putting Ken's clothes on Barbie. She was having a hard time getting the tight fitted dress on Barbie so she thought it was easier to just throw Ken's big sweater on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had to play dress up. She got into her toy box of goodies and pulled out her dresses and shoes and modeled them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next it was time to play hair salon. She was doing my hair and using her blow dryer that only sounds as if it's blowing air but it's not. She gets a kick out of it because it doesn't make her hair hot like when I use the real blow dryer.  I asked her what the name of her salon was and she replied..."Love's Hairntown". When I repeated the name with a lil giggle she replied "no it Love Hairnfarts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she proceeds to say "Awwww Rachel yo hair is gorgeous!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SYsBoF5Mx-I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/7NX8srSxyVk/s1600-h/mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299331174820005858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SYsBoF5Mx-I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/7NX8srSxyVk/s320/mirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-2342627075514500020?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/2342627075514500020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=2342627075514500020&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/2342627075514500020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/2342627075514500020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/02/hair-and-farts.html' title='Hair and Farts?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SYsBoafpOEI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Uaqbc0kxqQw/s72-c/Dress+Up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-5856167802178189997</id><published>2009-02-02T19:35:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:43:10.438-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bacardi helps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SuperBowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too Much Tequila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Are you Ready for Some Football...or Just Ready to Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SYeSX0YupfI/AAAAAAAAAXI/aFmFpyImppU/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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Wine = Great Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SYNCF_dJy4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/8dAQegnz88A/s1600-h/Dinner"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297150257418324866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SYNCF_dJy4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/8dAQegnz88A/s320/Dinner" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I met up with about 9 girlfriends for a "Girl's Only" dinner hosted by a fabulous interior designer. We all worked together at my last company. It was interesting how our lives have evolved since starting at the company and now each of us have moved on. Some of the girls had been there so long that their children were 5 and 6 when they started and now are all grown up; some already driving and some getting ready to drive; except my kids; I was one of the younger ones there &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I am enjoying this time before my kids start to drive yikes)&lt;/span&gt;. We had the best time talking about raising kids, marriage, money and best of all sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was like our own Sex and The City night. We gathered round a huge square table that could easily seat 30 people on all 4 benches surrounding it and laughed til our heart was content. We had appetizers and wine...some ladies had beer and got caught up in the moment that it was 2 hours later we thought we should start on the main course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made the Columbia Restaurant's 1905 salad; recipe can be found &lt;a href="http://columbiarestaurant.com/recipes_wines.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I have never attempted this before because as you know I don't cook let alone attempt recipes that call for a teaspoon of this and that. My hubby was going to make it but he forgot and was gone all day yesterday accompanying Zman on a field trip to St. Augustine &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(poor guys it cold and rainy all day)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I finished making the dressing &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(in between sufficing Love requesting her numerous snacks and hounding me about when lunch and dinner would be ready)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(seriously folks; it was tough enough being off during the Christmas week. The kids drove me crazy expecting to eat 3 times a day plus snacks...I'm not cracked up for this stuff)&lt;/span&gt; it tasted very...um garlicky?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I texted hubby during his trip while he was fending off the rain:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me-My dressing tastes horrible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hubby-Oh sorry baby the recipe can be found online&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me-I know that is what I followed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hubby-I only use 2 garlic cloves &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me-Now you tell me I used 4 which is what the recipe calls for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hubby-LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't think it was funny. First off I have no idea what a clove is. Is it the little thing within the bulb &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(is that what it's called a bulb)&lt;/span&gt;? So I think I may have used 5...who knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very indecisive about going; it was raining really bad and it was cold and it was quite a drive getting there. Hubby was going to be home later due to the distance the trip was from our home and I didn't want to get to a dinner party late so I pawned Love off on my neighbors. Love was thrilled as she loves playing with her almost 2 year old daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got in the car, salad/dressing and all and then couldn't remember what the address was. I turned on the GPS and was frantically trying to get a hold of one of the girls to get her address.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody was texting me back quick enough and by this time it was 5:30 I was supposed to be there by 5:30 so I dragged myself back inside lugging the salad and said I would stay home. But then I thought about missing the last dinner and wanted to have fun with these girls so I trecked back out to the car lugging the salad again and got the text from one of the girls with the address. Plugged it in the GPS and Austin Powers guided me directly to her front door and then told me I was a "groovy driver baby". Love that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so glad I went. I truly had a blast. I hope we continue on this monthly ritual so we can stay connected and laugh our asses off. I am funny normally but after a couple of glasses of wine there is no holding back. The hostess was hysterical when she found out her daughter had a brazian wax...that is just one of the topics we spoke about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was told my salad tasted great; good thing these girls liked garlic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*once I receive pics from the other girls, ( all I had was my camera phone) I will post them! And Yes I am crazy like that...taking pics of the food vs my friends but to my defense I took a couple but the Google Camera takes forever to take the picture and by the time it did they had changed positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-1325364955071852802?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/1325364955071852802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=1325364955071852802&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/1325364955071852802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/1325364955071852802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-friends-food-wine-great-time.html' title='Good Friends +  Food &amp; Wine = Great Time'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SYNCF_dJy4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/8dAQegnz88A/s72-c/Dinner' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-2526284505313373051</id><published>2009-01-28T16:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:46:20.469-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are you kidding me?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Focus Group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hit Me With Your Best Shot'/><title type='text'>What? I am a pain in the ass?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SYDRjGhoM-I/AAAAAAAAAUg/ihvKS1p5Y0M/s1600-h/100_1590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296463562764989410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SYDRjGhoM-I/AAAAAAAAAUg/ihvKS1p5Y0M/s320/100_1590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At work today I was trying to reach someone in regards to a buyer who is purchasing a home through my company. I kept calling her and leaving messages, sending her emails etc. I then called the realtor and advised her I needed certain information or we could not go forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The woman at the mortgage company called me back while I shopping at Target &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(shhhh dont' tell) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and left a message that started off "Rachel you are a pain in the ass...but I mean that as a huge compliment. I wish everyone worked the way you do that was on my staff. Please call me back and have the operator page me. I really want to talk to you; I love the way you work!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I called her and we talked and she did ask for my resume so I sent it to her...hey if this gig doesn't work out I need a back up...or the money could be better and I need that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder where this could go???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note the focus group I talked about in my previous post...GUESS who won the extra $20??? Your right ME!!! I arrived and was the 2nd person there and they did the drawing 15 minutes before the start of the focus group and when she reached in and pulled out a name I just knew my name was going to be called. I came home with $100 bucks cash for giving my opinion on local news station commericals in my area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are interested in finding out how to do this in your area, do a Google search of "paid focus groups". If you live in Florida &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(central)&lt;/span&gt; and want the name of the company who arranges these in our area email me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to decide which shoes I want...or maybe a pair of sunglasses. I would say &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; pair but I bet you can't believe I live in Florida and I don't own a pair of sunglasses. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I know I know I just always go right to the shoes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-2526284505313373051?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/2526284505313373051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=2526284505313373051&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/2526284505313373051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/2526284505313373051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-i-am-pain-in-ass.html' title='What? I am a pain in the ass?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SYDRjGhoM-I/AAAAAAAAAUg/ihvKS1p5Y0M/s72-c/100_1590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-5393763184123182920</id><published>2009-01-26T15:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:53:13.182-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t settle for less than you deserve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='report cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SX4a940U7KI/AAAAAAAAAUY/0Say2EDIS-0/s1600-h/94cd43da892d76e6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295699862360485026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SX4a940U7KI/AAAAAAAAAUY/0Say2EDIS-0/s320/94cd43da892d76e6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight after work I am going to a focus group. Here I will give my opinion on a topic and leave with CASH in my hand...$80 cash. They have drawing 15 minutes prior to the start for those who arrived on time so I have the chance to win an extra $20. Hmmm...what shall I buy with my $80...or possibly $100?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news Zman got all A's and one B on his report card Friday. He is the smart one in our family. We are very proud of him!!! I always tell him we only accept A's &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(calm down, he knows we will do whatever it takes for him to excel if he is having trouble)&lt;/span&gt; because I want him to work hard and not settle for less than he deserves. In doing so he realized on his own that he needed to study more...without us telling him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year one of his girl friends Dary got her report and as we were walking home I asked Zman what he got on his report card...he told me "all A's". And then I asked Dary "what did you get" she replies "some A's, some B's and a few C's". I then shout "what C's?" and she procedes to tell me "at least they are not F's". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night I was talking to Zman and I explained how some kids settle and they look at it like "well a C is better than an F" which it is but then it's easier to settle instead of working harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo who shows up to play Friday night; Dary. When she was leaving I said "Dary what did you get on your report card?" "straight A's" she said. "I am so proud of you" I said to her and she said "thank you" and funny thing is she remembered our conversation last year about the C's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward Zman seemed a little jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zman-Wow you are really proud of Dary aren't you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-yes; she worked hard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zman-Are you more proud than me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Of course not; you are an excellent student and I am very proud of you. But I will be proud of your friends too for working hard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zman-Yeah ok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He always gets rewarded with a good report card; I wonder what he will be picking out...probably a new video game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/rachelsigcopy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-5393763184123182920?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nordstrom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macy&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a girl can dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zappos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I Need...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #787ca9 6px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: #787ca9 6px solid; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #f1f2ff; MARGIN: 10px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 136px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FONT: 11px verdana, helvetica; BORDER-TOP: #787ca9 6px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #787ca9 6px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;p style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 10px 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;I Like:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a title="Ris by BCBGirls" href="http://www.blogger.com/n/p/p/7494984/c/180640.html"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #787ca9 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 136px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; HEIGHT: 102px; BORDER-TOP: #787ca9 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px" alt="Ris by BCBGirls at Zappos.com" src="http://www.zappos.com/images/749/7494984/8521-806111-t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 10px 0px 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; COLOR: #3636dd; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; PADDING-TOP: 0px" title="Ris by BCBGirls at Zappos.com" href="http://www.blogger.com/n/p/p/7494984/c/180640.html"&gt;Ris &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; COLOR: #3636dd; PADDING-TOP: 0px" title="BCBGirls Boutique at Zappos.com" href="http://www.blogger.com/BCBGirls"&gt;BCBGirls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="DISPLAY: block" title="Zappos.com - Powered by Service" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 10px 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 88px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; HEIGHT: 43px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px" alt="Zappos.com - Powered by Service" src="http://www.zappos.com/img/product-badge-logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok...I don't NEED I just WANT. A girl can dream right? And I want them in black and orange too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is I found these in the Macy's book that they happen to mail me...I don't know every other day. I was trying to show to hubby last night but he wasn't interested...he was too busy rocking out to his Ipod while he downloaded music, so I asked Love her opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me-Love look at these shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Awwwww...for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-No baby for me, they are too big for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-I wunt dem for me mommy in pink K?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-They don't come in pink only orange &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(well I didn't know at the time...slow your roll)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Please mom I wunt dem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today when searching Macy's website...no such luck. Then I headed over to Nordstroms.com...nope not there...and then to Zappos.com &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(gotta love Zappos)&lt;/span&gt; and wahla...black, orange and pink...shhhh don't tell Love. Can you imagine her trying to walk in these shoes? She would damn sure try it though and insist on wearing them to school! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-4416024094797911391?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/4416024094797911391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=4416024094797911391&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/4416024094797911391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/4416024094797911391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need.html' title='I Need...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-8404185454397377447</id><published>2009-01-20T11:22:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:20:04.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeremy Piven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are you kidding me?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Cusask'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Corbett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serendipity III'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate Beckinsale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I heart New York'/><title type='text'>Serendipity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cynthialovespictures.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Confessions of a Yummy Mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is having a giveaway. You have to check it out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One of the gifts in the basket is the DVD movie Serendipity &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(John Cusack, Jeremy Piven, Kate Beckinsale, John Corbett)&lt;/span&gt;. If you haven't seen this movie you are missing out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293749849395822898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SXctcMcEATI/AAAAAAAAAUA/anDZTVVhvPA/s320/ser.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My hubby and I have been to New York several times and we never miss a chance to have dinner at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.serendipity3.com/main.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Serendipity III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I call the restaurant the minute we book our trip to make reservations &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(if you don't you can wait in line 2 hours to get in)&lt;/span&gt;. The Frozen Hot Chocolate is to die for, the chicken wings...there are none like it...not to mention the ambiance is very chic and cozy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;About a year or so ago 2 girlfriends and I decided to take a long weekend to NYC for a girls trip. In planning our itinerary I told them about the restaurant. I made reservations so we were guaranteed to have dinner here during our stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Once we got to the restaurant we were seated and starting enjoying the food, the Frozen Hot Chocolate etc and then it was time for the bill. The waiter came over and said that the bill was taken care of. We all looked at each other thinking "what" "who did this" while looking around the restaurant in disbelief. I then asked the server if the tip was taken care of and he replied "I was informed that everything was all set". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On our way out I had to ask the host who took care of it and make sure the tip was included; I didn't want to leave without tipping our waiter for his great service. The host replied "Rachel's hubby took care of everything".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Of course a big smile popped on my face and I immediately called my husband to first thank him profusely and to let him know that if I would have known we wouldn't have ordered everything on the menu; I didn't want to hurt his wallet &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(LOL)&lt;/span&gt; and then I had to ask "how did you know when our reservations were" his reply "I'm goooood baby".&lt;/span&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/6422184319176370977-8404185454397377447?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/8404185454397377447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=8404185454397377447&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/8404185454397377447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/8404185454397377447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/01/serendipity.html' title='Serendipity'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SXctcMcEATI/AAAAAAAAAUA/anDZTVVhvPA/s72-c/ser.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-6563138819628061815</id><published>2009-01-19T16:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:49:16.209-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are you kidding me?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='field trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bacardi helps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><title type='text'>The Chaperone Needs A Chaperone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My hubby volunteered to chaperone Zman's field trip next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have told my hubby that he needs to read the list of rules Zman's teach&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt; sent home and sign and return it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hubby-What rules?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me-It's a list of what time you need to be there, what to pack your lunch in...just read it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hubby-I am getting Zman and I a 10 foot sub and we are going to sit back and just eat it. I will start at one end and he will start at the other end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me-Anyway; you need to pack your lunch in a plastic bag...and please behave...no cursing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hubby-Ok but if I slip I can't be held accountable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me-Zman please keep an eye on your dad during the field trip.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hubby-And tell your teacher to stop hitting on me...I keep telling her I am married.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-6563138819628061815?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/6563138819628061815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=6563138819628061815&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/6563138819628061815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/6563138819628061815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/01/chaperone-needs-chaperone.html' title='The Chaperone Needs A Chaperone'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-4641388571100360819</id><published>2009-01-15T15:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:53:55.051-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whats a girl to do?  a girl can dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are you kidding me?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes and Purses I LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>My Name is Rachel and I Am Addicted to Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SW-XVNcRm-I/AAAAAAAAATg/_VuF7qy3JkM/s1600-h/shoes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291614477824924642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SW-XVNcRm-I/AAAAAAAAATg/_VuF7qy3JkM/s320/shoes2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SW-XUwsy4-I/AAAAAAAAATY/NDLPs-5MSwk/s1600-h/shoes3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291614470109586402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SW-XUwsy4-I/AAAAAAAAATY/NDLPs-5MSwk/s320/shoes3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SW-XUtkLRwI/AAAAAAAAATQ/FMolHKblJ5A/s1600-h/shoes4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291614469268129538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SW-XUtkLRwI/AAAAAAAAATQ/FMolHKblJ5A/s320/shoes4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291614482213745090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SW-XVdypscI/AAAAAAAAATo/z4_ghGR9ktI/s320/shoes1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know I know. But the people who say "why do you have so many pairs of shoes, you only have two feet?" Well my friends shoes make the outfit...and if I need a pair of black shoes they may not be the "right" pair to go with said outfit. The same goes for Silver, Gold, Red, Blue, Green etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But when you have your house on the market for sale and your realtor calls the agent who showed your home to potential buyers and they remembered your home as "the one with all the shoes"...kinda makes me think...do I really have a problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nahh...a girl has to have her shoes. They must be talking about the closet under the stairs where everyone keeps their shoes &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I have a couple in the closet too), &lt;/span&gt;yes there is a lot of shoes in there too...but they are mainly my hubby's and the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I do have to share a pair of Love's new shoes I got her for Christmas...I have to thank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.savvymode.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Savy Mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; for her find. When she posted about them I had to go to Nordstrom and pick these up for Love because after all, whenever I put on my shoes she says "Oh I wuv yore shoes mom...you buy me some wike dat". Now I want a pair of these Converse too so we can be twins. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(They make them in adult sizes too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291617683585250914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SW-aPz1GNmI/AAAAAAAAATw/I-Pz9chdAFE/s320/loveshoes.jpg" border="0" /&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/6422184319176370977-4641388571100360819?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/4641388571100360819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=4641388571100360819&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/4641388571100360819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/4641388571100360819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-name-is-rachel-and-i-am-addicted-to.html' title='My Name is Rachel and I Am Addicted to Shoes'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SW-XVNcRm-I/AAAAAAAAATg/_VuF7qy3JkM/s72-c/shoes2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-2275324617029796610</id><published>2009-01-13T12:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:29:45.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t settle for less than you deserve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are you kidding me?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirvana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Rock Band...What Have You Done?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are in the car on our way to dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Dad can we wisten to Rock Band songs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and she pronounces Rock Band perfectly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dad-Not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Lata? Afta your song is ova?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(Now mind you this is just a glimpse of the conversation; I think she asked him 5 times and all 5 times he said not now; later...but Love doesn't accept no for an answer when she has her mind set on something. So she did what she knows to do; she doesn't ask another question, she just tells you what is going to happen).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 minutes later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Dad It my turn now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she is referring to is Nirvana songs...Hubby has had the CD and since Zman is all into Rock Band and now learning how to play his electric guitar he got for Christmas; my Bro is teaching him how to play these songs on his guitar. So this is all Love hears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to laugh out loud when I turn around and see my almost 4 year old &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(she turns 4 on Valentines Day and Zman turns 10 two days after that)&lt;/span&gt; requesting the music is turned up as loud as it can go...shouting out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey see, monkey do&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'd - rather be dead than cool&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why - every line ends in rhyme&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why - less is more, love is blind&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay...Stay Away....(repeat 3x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while she is shouting out these tunes to the best of her ability and making up words that she doesn't quite understand &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(she gets this from me when I sing) &lt;/span&gt;she is pretending to strum on her guitar just as her big brother is doing right next to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Later that evening when we get home Zman started to pull out the Rock Band equipment. I told him they wouldn't be playing as I was going to relax and watch TV. He said Ok and started to put the stuff back and here comes Love "Ahhh Man". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Zman is the easier child. He accepts the answer and moves on. He may not understand or agree but normally he doesn't push the issue but now he has a partner in crime. He has Love figured out and us too...So if he wants something that we have already said no to, he puts his lil sister up to it as he knows she is relentless and will wear us down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-2275324617029796610?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/2275324617029796610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=2275324617029796610&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/2275324617029796610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/2275324617029796610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/01/rock-bandwhat-have-you-done.html' title='Rock Band...What Have You Done?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-7823616175668164715</id><published>2009-01-09T15:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:27:16.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky day baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SWe_jePgThI/AAAAAAAAATI/cXRYp5_NFks/s1600-h/datenight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289406903504358930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SWe_jePgThI/AAAAAAAAATI/cXRYp5_NFks/s320/datenight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right folks; we have a babysitter. We only have a few hours so we can't get all wild and crazy...but we do have alone time...I almost forgot what it's like. Maybe we will make out like teenagers in the car or something...hmmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok settle down...I promise I won't post pictures of that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-7823616175668164715?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/7823616175668164715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=7823616175668164715&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/7823616175668164715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/7823616175668164715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/01/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SWe_jePgThI/AAAAAAAAATI/cXRYp5_NFks/s72-c/datenight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-3279820531631042669</id><published>2009-01-08T09:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:47:25.136-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are you kidding me?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Busted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SWYQjbZYfdI/AAAAAAAAATA/b5f_T8_DzwM/s1600-h/Hannah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288933013228912082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SWYQjbZYfdI/AAAAAAAAATA/b5f_T8_DzwM/s320/Hannah2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SWYQjFeAkII/AAAAAAAAAS4/IuK3n3x6D0w/s1600-h/hannah1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288933007342735490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SWYQjFeAkII/AAAAAAAAAS4/IuK3n3x6D0w/s320/hannah1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I walk into the kitchen and what do I see...Lil Love up on the counter staring at tv...and too close I might add.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Why are you sitting up there watching tv?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Cause I wunt to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-That is too close...why don't you watch tv on the bigger tv?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Mommmmm...I wike it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So there she stayed...on the counter glaring at the tv...because she wunts to! Hey at least she put the chair up to the counter correctly. I don't ask for much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-3279820531631042669?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/3279820531631042669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=3279820531631042669&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/3279820531631042669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/3279820531631042669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/01/busted.html' title='Busted'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SWYQjbZYfdI/AAAAAAAAATA/b5f_T8_DzwM/s72-c/Hannah2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-8767007274939959798</id><published>2009-01-06T08:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:38:08.837-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1905 Salad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bacardi helps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel doesn&apos;t cook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Put Those Kids to Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last night hubby was making dinner and the kids were running around like chickens with their heads cut off...I guess the first day back to school sure gave them a lot of energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So he suggested putting them to work so they both happily set the table. We had Orange/Lime Grilled Shrimp with Black Beans and Rice along with a 1905 salad &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(recipe from Columbia Restaurant)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After dinner I suggested that the kids can do the dishes while we relax...Love thought it was a great idea as anything involving cleaning is right up her alley. Zman told Love that she would rinse and he would load the dishwasher.  During this Zman didn't know I was video taping them at first and just thought I was taking a picture...he was telling me what books he finished reading and that he went to the library to get another book &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(he asked for and got 5 books for Christmas...chapter books folks)&lt;/span&gt;...I love this boy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You may ask yourself what I was doing while hubby cooked and the kids set the table...oh I was having a cocktail!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kaARiActZgo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kaARiActZgo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-8767007274939959798?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/8767007274939959798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=8767007274939959798&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/8767007274939959798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/8767007274939959798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/01/put-those-kids-to-work.html' title='Put Those Kids to Work'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-4792740737572305927</id><published>2009-01-02T15:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:59:36.783-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whats a girl to do?  a girl can dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t settle for less than you deserve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Career'/><title type='text'>You Can Hear A Pin Drop While Waiting For My LightBulb Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby went back to work today; I have the day off and have been lounging around with the kids. They went upstairs a few hours ago to take a nap and it's just me and Brutus. No tv on, no music, just the sound of me typing this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's given me some time to really think about what I want in this new year. I am thinking about going back to school...perhaps; if I can figure out what I wanna do when I grow up. I think it's about time; I'm 31 and I kind of fell into my real estate career when I was 16. It's definately not something I set out in life to do; somethings we don't plan they just happen right? But I want to look back and say; this is what I want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am really going to dig deep over the next fews days and try and figure it out. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-4792740737572305927?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/4792740737572305927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=4792740737572305927&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/4792740737572305927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/4792740737572305927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2009/01/you.html' title='You Can Hear A Pin Drop While Waiting For My LightBulb Moment'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-4372881577396590157</id><published>2008-12-31T10:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:19:10.893-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>All The Best To You...My Posse!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SVuYgmrE3bI/AAAAAAAAASw/vtshlme2MTg/s1600-h/happy_new_year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285986273553866162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SVuYgmrE3bI/AAAAAAAAASw/vtshlme2MTg/s320/happy_new_year.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish each of you all the very best life has to offer. Live your life, Laugh your ass off and Love everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is doing much better. She gave us a little scare yesterday in the early evening; she broke a blood vessel in her eye from straining while throwing up. I called the walk in clinic next door to her doctors office thinking I should bring her in. I know the doctor said it would last 4 days or so but the poor thing hadn't eaten since Saturday; she was drinking fluids but still vomiting. They told me to give her gatorade or pedialyte to replenish her electrolytes and keep an eye on her while taking her temperature every 4 hours. She wasn't running a fever anymore which was good. And then miraculousy at about 9pm; she was her old self...."I feel betta mom"...running around the house like a crazy person...making crazy faces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to eat and demanded a hamburger and french fries. I told her that wasn't going to happen; she just threw up a few hours ago and she needed to rest and I would make her toast or a bagel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-I want totes and bagels mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom-Ok I will make you a bagel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-And totes...on my tray k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I make her a bagel and serve it with some gatorade on her tray. Now mind you when I told her that hubby went to the store to get her gatorade she automatically says "I dunt want medcine". I explain it's like juice and not medicine. So hubby returns with the gatorade and popsicles...why didn't I think of popsicles??? Oh well hubby did and she ate two before I served her bagel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Wares my totes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Love just eat the bagel ok; you have to start out slow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Ok den I hab my totes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Needless to say she was on the road to recovery...and thank goodness as she saved me $75 for a walk in clinic visit or a $200 copay emergency room copay. She does love me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This morning she wakes up bright eyed and bushy tailed already demanding I put her show on and she has to lay in my room. I told her that she would watch tv in the spare bedroom and rest until daddy woke up. I was leaving for work and told her "tell daddy to wash these sheets when he gets up since you were sick" "ok" she says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Later todayI sent hubby and instant message and asked if Love told him to wash the sheets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-She told me to switch out the clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-I was like what? Huh? Who is telling me what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-She's back...to her old demanding self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Thank goodness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-4372881577396590157?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/4372881577396590157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=4372881577396590157&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/4372881577396590157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/4372881577396590157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-best-to-youmy-posse.html' title='All The Best To You...My Posse!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SVuYgmrE3bI/AAAAAAAAASw/vtshlme2MTg/s72-c/happy_new_year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-51630626525402488</id><published>2008-12-29T15:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:56:56.419-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are you kidding me?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five Guys Burger and Fries overpriced'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stomach Flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank goodness for Motrin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crocs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love is Quarantined</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SVky1seswDI/AAAAAAAAASo/KOhf0ZDGN4U/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285311535750365234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SVky1seswDI/AAAAAAAAASo/KOhf0ZDGN4U/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It all started on a bright sunny 82 degree day in December right after Christmas. I awake to Love telling me her head hurts and she needs to take a shower. It's 9am and I was still sleeping so I bribe her with a little Noggin on tv and she lays by me. Ten minutes later she awakes me to tell me she has to take a shower; I reply with "ok in a couple minutes". So we finally make it into the shower; I blow dry her hair and she looks in the mirror as she always does and says "oh my hair is gorgeous" and we go about our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceed to venture out for lunch as hubby is going a little stir crazy and says the 4 walls are caving in on him; I don't understand that part as we live in a 2 story home so if the walls downstairs are caving in on him, upstairs would be a change of pace or 4 new walls...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to about 5 restaurants. The first being our diner and the parking lot is empty; it wasn't a good sign since it's normally packed; granted we haven't been in a long time but then hubby recaps by saying "I just read a bad review posted earlier this year"...ok on to the next stop. We stumble upon a German restaurant that is also a gaming place equipped with a bowling alley and arcade. Hubby has a great idea to bowl and have lunch snack bar style but none of us have socks on &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(don't laugh everyone who is bombarded with snow; I said it was 82 degrees so we all had flip flops or Crocs on...and for the record I don't wear Crocs...Love does) &lt;/span&gt;so we decided to come back later that night. We got to the 3rd restaurant which was a quick stop Italian place; you know for a slice or sub and Love wants a cheeseburger...or chicken nuggets neither which they have so we leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally arrive at Five Guys Burger and Fries. We have seen this place before but have never gone in; it was quite crowded and the sign said "best value or affordable dining yada yada yada" so $32 later for burger and fries we ate; and Love didn't even eat her lunch. By this time she has chills and hubby had to get his leather jacket out of the car to cover her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave and head home and I look back and my spunky girl doesn't seem herself. I know she is definitely tired as it's 3pm and she hasn't had her nap; this girl has to have a daily nap. We arrive and I put her to bed and she sleeps almost til 6pm; I didn't want to wake her up. When she did awake she was running a fever saying her head hurt...so I am thinking "ok it must be an ear infection right". So I filled her antibiotic that her doctor had me promise I wouldn't fill unless she had a fever over 101...which she did so I filled it &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(doctor was going to be away and did this for a just in case)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trying to coerce my 3 year old going on 15 year old that it would make her feel better she wasn't having any of it. She proceeded to gag when I tried to break up the chewable pills and told her it was just like her allergy medicine &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(which is a chewable but she just likes to swallow with water...go figure)&lt;/span&gt;; she wasn't having any of it. So I crush it in a pill crusher and put in pudding; she found each little granule and decided to throw it up...it's always fun trying to give this girl medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo I told her she had to take Motrin; it's Grape flavor and all kids love it but her hands go immediately to her mouth to shield it from the little medicine cup I am about to give her and says "I don't wike it". So after pleading that it will help her fever it takes her a half hour sipping 2 tsp of Motrin while alternating with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her fever comes down and she is resting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we awake and Love is throwing up, high fever again and complaining her head hurts. This goes on all day and after giving her the Motrin she throws up. So like any Mom I worry that she just threw up the medicine but I don't want to give her more so I wait until later and it's high again and she finally takes it...again a half hour later and a lot of bribing about buying a Sleeping Beauty dress once she feels better...and she eats for the first time...a half of grilled cheese sandwich. She devoured that thing like it was the last piece of food on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch her for a while to ensure it stays down while getting her to sip water and alternating with apple juice...and she falls asleep. I wouldn't let her leave the guest bedroom at all only to take her potty so I could hear that she was actually going because I worry of dehydration...especially with all the vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today Monday; I have to go to work as it's the end of the month/year for home closings and hubby has to cancel a breakfast meeting so he can stay with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He informs me that her fever is down but still throwing up. About an hour later he texts me to tell me her fever has gone up again to 102.7...so now I worry is it an ear infection or the flu? I haven't been giving her the antibiotic because it's unlike her to throw up with an ear infection; my hubby recollected it was possibly the flu...but we got the flu shot? He replies "it could be a different strain" so I call the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so much better after doing so; even though she was out of town and visiting her sick father she assured me it was a bad stomach flu going around and the vomiting last 3-4 days, fever 3 days and diareah 5-7 days. She informed me that her fever was high because the white blood cells were fighting it off to continue to give her the Motrin so she felt comfortable...and then she said it "Rachel it's highly contagious...make sure you keep washing your hands; it's been my experience the mother gets it next" WHAT???? So then I say to myself "well my hands feel like sandpaper from all the hand washing so I should be good right? But what if I forgot once or twice???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is safe to say that she will be in that room until she is much better and I think I need to pick up a can of Lysol. Oh my poor Love...I think tomorrow will be day 3 so we are on the road to recovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-51630626525402488?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/51630626525402488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=51630626525402488&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/51630626525402488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/51630626525402488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-is-quarantined.html' title='Love is Quarantined'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SVky1seswDI/AAAAAAAAASo/KOhf0ZDGN4U/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-8466649908579467256</id><published>2008-12-26T17:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:27:32.355-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Alive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>Where's My Broder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is a common question when Zman decides to venture away from his lil sister for some alone time with his friends. Sometimes I feel bad for her because I want her to have a friend who she can have over to play; but her school is a distance from our home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Wheres my broder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-At his friends house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Oh...he be back in a cuckle minutes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-No; he will be gone for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-But I wanna play wit him; please mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-He will be home soon ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Can I go wit him; I wike to pway too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We better get her a friend quick as hubby is feeling the need for a playmate for her; you know the "B" word...yep another baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness Love got about 4 babies for Christmas to tie her over for a lil while; and hubby too. He has been busy building play pens, high chairs, swings and changing diapers...yep diapers cause my mom decided it would be cute to get Love a baby who pees and needs her diaper changed...thanks mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284227156584029794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SVVYmhSp3mI/AAAAAAAAASg/WbuZUxkrhWw/s320/baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-8466649908579467256?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/8466649908579467256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=8466649908579467256&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/8466649908579467256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/8466649908579467256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/12/wheres-my-broder.html' title='Where&apos;s My Broder?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SVVYmhSp3mI/AAAAAAAAASg/WbuZUxkrhWw/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-3597023684777333092</id><published>2008-12-23T23:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:49:46.118-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merry Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hanukkah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Times Like This</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sitting here blogging while Hubby watches A Christmas Carol. No lights on except for the Christmas Trees and garland...the sound of my son asking me "can I have the computer now".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's been great being home these past 2 days. Even though I have been working from home; it's just been great for the 4 of us to be together; making cookies, going out to see "fake snow", listening to Christmas music and Watching Jingle All The Way outside, sipping hot chocolate in 49 degree weather only to wake up to 75 degree weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love my life, my kids, my husband and most of all my friends here that I have met through this blog and all your blogs...such a connection, wisdom shared and lessons learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wish you all the best this Christmas. Happy Hanukkah. And a prosperous New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Health, Happiness and Love to you my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I gotta go my friends; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zman&lt;/span&gt; is stalking me for the computer.  Stay tuned for a cookie extravaganza tomorrow...little Miss NOT Suzy Homemaker is going to tear it up tomorrow with more cookies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-3597023684777333092?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/3597023684777333092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=3597023684777333092&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/3597023684777333092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/3597023684777333092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/12/times-like-this.html' title='Times Like This'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-8876231408604875417</id><published>2008-12-21T22:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:11:34.470-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are you kidding me?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do I need to take my Welbutrin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>Who Does She Think She Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Scene:&lt;br /&gt;Walmart; Love and I shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-We need these bowls &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Dora The Exploxer Dixie Bowls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-No we don't need those Love, put them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Yes...I hab to hab dem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-No we don't need them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Yes &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(as she is putting them in the cart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Love put them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Mommmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene:&lt;br /&gt;Walmart; the 4 of us shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby told Love she had to sit in the cart; I didn't hear this part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Mom can I get out and walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Sure...I will get you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Daddy mom take me out k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-I can do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Daddy I coming out of cart ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Dad mom taking me out k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene:&lt;br /&gt;Home; we received presents from hubby's sister and brother in law. We each get 1 gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Dad; all dose pwents mine wight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby-No one is for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Dad I hab 4 pwents uder da twee right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby-Love I already told you no; you have one present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Dad how many pwents I hab uder da twee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby-Love I told you...1 present...now stop talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-I have 4 pwents uder the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby gets upset and tells Love that if she keeps asking she won't have any presents under the tree and she starts crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Daddy yell at me (sobbing crying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never met a kid in my life like this girl; it's her world and we just live in it. I can't make this stuff up folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-8876231408604875417?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/8876231408604875417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=8876231408604875417&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/8876231408604875417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/8876231408604875417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-does-she-think-she-is.html' title='Who Does She Think She Is'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-5977291219587972789</id><published>2008-12-19T15:52:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:47:33.117-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel doesn&apos;t cook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caylee Anthony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The meaning of Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SUwTdojTSWI/AAAAAAAAASY/I2ccmtGmAyc/s1600-h/reflections.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281617862821366114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SUwTdojTSWI/AAAAAAAAASY/I2ccmtGmAyc/s320/reflections.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today only confirmed that little Caylee Anthony is in Heaven. You may remember my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; about it but it's been all over the news for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful, innocent little girl will be laid to rest. I am just so thankful they found her. It just kinda hits home and makes you feel so connected especially when you have children not to mention a child her same age and full of spunk just as the videos showed of Caylee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little girl didn't want to be famous; she didn't ask for any of this...God rest her soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;I am taking next week off to be with my kids and my hubby for the first time. I normally always have to work and due to my line of work it's all about end of year closings...but this year I am taking off and I am going to relish in every minute I have with my family. Baking cookies, listening to Christmas music, wrapping presents and just being in this moment with them. My hubby has decided to work from home so we can all be together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are really tight for us this year and who knows if I will have a job next month. I am just thankful that I was able to get my kids shopping done. My hubby and I are not exchanging gifts; this will be the first time in my entire life that I won't be opening a present on Christmas morning but you know what; I have the best gift of all...a husband who puts up with me and loves me for all my flaws and truly loves me...deep down love, kids who see past my faults as a mother and love me more for it. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I am no Suzy homemaker...but I can keep a clean house with the help of my hubby and kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you, my friends this Holiday season Love, Laughter and togetherness with your family and friends. I wish you all a healthy and prosperous New Year. Let's all just slow down over the next week and remember what is truly important this time of year...not to mention year round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-5977291219587972789?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/5977291219587972789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=5977291219587972789&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/5977291219587972789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/5977291219587972789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/12/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SUwTdojTSWI/AAAAAAAAASY/I2ccmtGmAyc/s72-c/reflections.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-2903933753672501107</id><published>2008-12-18T14:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:02:57.829-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='12 Days of Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m in a funk'/><title type='text'>The Partridge in a Pear Tree Was Jesus Christ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SUqp-AZ4QTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/PyQanJIYshg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281220395770855730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SUqp-AZ4QTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/PyQanJIYshg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My blogger buddy over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://allieparkersthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Pink Potpourri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; had an amazing and enlightening post today about the 12 Days of Christmas. You have to go visit her if she isn't one of your daily stops; I definately learned something new today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am a firm believer of signs. I read her post today and also read it to my hubby who is Catholic and he didn't know the meaning of the 12 Days of Christmas song and how it came about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are struggling financially now due to our economy as both he and I work smack dab in the middle of the 2 hard hit sectors right now...the financial and housing industries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was outside today and I heard a noise; I looked around and I saw a bird in a berry tree. Ok so it wasn't a Patridge &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(it could have been but I am no bird conneseaur but it was just a bird)&lt;/span&gt; nor a Pear tree but it was a sign that I am being watched over and everything is going to be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...just have faith!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-2903933753672501107?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/2903933753672501107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=2903933753672501107&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/2903933753672501107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/2903933753672501107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/12/partridge-in-pear-tree-was-jesus-christ.html' title='The Partridge in a Pear Tree Was Jesus Christ.'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SUqp-AZ4QTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/PyQanJIYshg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-8767769566984052699</id><published>2008-12-16T15:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:02:11.794-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a girl can dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wish List'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>Just One Wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SUgWrgTZVXI/AAAAAAAAARw/JqQJ_3wuJKQ/s1600-h/snow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280495499753379186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SUgWrgTZVXI/AAAAAAAAARw/JqQJ_3wuJKQ/s320/snow2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SUgWrcKrYgI/AAAAAAAAARo/WVpyYdhID70/s1600-h/snow3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280495498643071490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SUgWrcKrYgI/AAAAAAAAARo/WVpyYdhID70/s320/snow3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...for snow. I know most of you now experiencing zero below weather or snow storms are probably reading this and thinking "what is she nuts?" but yes I am nuts...for my kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All my kids have been wanting is a white Christmas and hubby and I so desperately want them to be able to relish in it...make snow angels, build snowmen, have a snow day from school and yes shovel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have spoken before about moving to Colorado...we wish we were already there especially this time of year. Again you probably think I am crazy "what move to Colorado from Florida?" Yes. I have lived in Florida 26 years; I am ready for a change, a new place, new surroundings, change of seasons and snow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So while you are warming your car up in the morning before work, shovelling snow off your driveway, building a snowman, making snow angels, or just watching the snow fall; know that I want to be there doing all of that with my family.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-8767769566984052699?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/8767769566984052699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=8767769566984052699&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/8767769566984052699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/8767769566984052699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-one-wish.html' title='Just One Wish...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SUgWrgTZVXI/AAAAAAAAARw/JqQJ_3wuJKQ/s72-c/snow2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-4046373873398860350</id><published>2008-12-15T15:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:10:39.582-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are you kidding me?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Club Penguin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>A Lesson Learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zman&lt;/span&gt; has been going through withdrawals of Club Penguin due to us not having a working computer at home. Hubby's power cord broke and we had to order a new one...we found one on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt; but after purchasing we didn't know it was coming from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong...so we are still waiting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He wanted to go to his best friends house who lives down our street on Saturday to play and to use the computer. He knows that he is supposed to call us the minute he gets there so we know he made it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. The strange thing is their house phone doesn't work. Each time we call it we get a recording that says it's disconnected; yet when they call us that number shows up on the caller id.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zman&lt;/span&gt; said to me before he left "I will call you when I get there but if there phone doesn't work I will come home and let you know". So after 5 minutes of not hearing from him which is enough time to ride his bike my motherly instincts kick in and I start to worry. I hop in my car to drive down there and across the lake I see his friends mom's car driving toward their home...so I freak out a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bit more. We both pull up to the house at the same time and I see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Zman's&lt;/span&gt; bike in the driveway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;His friends mom says "is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zman&lt;/span&gt; here" and I said "yes but he has to come home now because he didn't call me". Her husband was home and she was just arriving so that eased my mind of her not knowing that he was there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When she opens the door I call for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Zman&lt;/span&gt; and let him know that he has to come home because he didn't listen and call me or come back like he said he would. Of course his head drops and he is sad and probably a little bit mad at me for ruining his fun &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I wanted to say "it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; just remember next time" but this isn't the first time he has forgot to call)&lt;/span&gt;. I explained to him outside why he is coming home and I was upset that he didn't bring his cell phone...yes he has a cell phone which he forgets to bring or fails to turn on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After being home for a few minutes I talk to him and explain that I was worried and he had to learn his lesson which is why I made him come home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Zman&lt;/span&gt;-I know mom; your right and I am sorry. I promise I will bring my phone next time...and I am not mad at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-I know sweetie...I didn't want you to have to come home but you have to learn the consequences for your mistakes and I am just wanting you to learn from your them so you are more aware next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Zman&lt;/span&gt;-I know...and you know what the worst part of it is Mom...I was just signing on to Club Penguin...I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; close!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Zman&lt;/span&gt; went to his friends house on Sunday and called me from his cell phone the second he got there...A lesson learned my friends...lesson learned...for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On another note he did return home later that night to inform us that he was playing around and threw his bike helmet up in a tree and it got stuck...boys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-4046373873398860350?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/4046373873398860350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=4046373873398860350&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/4046373873398860350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/4046373873398860350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/12/lesson-learned.html' title='A Lesson Learned'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-1593511890008913690</id><published>2008-12-11T12:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:46:10.554-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes and Purses I LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The meaning of Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Christmas Photo Time and Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SUFLlrQCkhI/AAAAAAAAARI/ft5n32lwbhE/s1600-h/Zach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278583348892176914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SUFLlrQCkhI/AAAAAAAAARI/ft5n32lwbhE/s320/Zach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SUFLlFIymoI/AAAAAAAAARA/yGVHWT6Yzwg/s1600-h/Hannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278583338661223042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SUFLlFIymoI/AAAAAAAAARA/yGVHWT6Yzwg/s320/Hannah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SUFLkihwjjI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/i-HkO9OzRTI/s1600-h/kidsxmasgood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278583329370705458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SUFLkihwjjI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/i-HkO9OzRTI/s320/kidsxmasgood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SUFLkZJCgNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dQ8ZBB_v1aQ/s1600-h/Kidsxmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278583326851104978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SUFLkZJCgNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dQ8ZBB_v1aQ/s320/Kidsxmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SUFLkA6B6DI/AAAAAAAAAQo/R5Pgz5s6s4c/s1600-h/kidstreesquint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278583320345700402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SUFLkA6B6DI/AAAAAAAAAQo/R5Pgz5s6s4c/s320/kidstreesquint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am trying to decide which photo to use for our Christmas Card...I know it's the 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and I am just getting to it but I am no Suzy homemaker that is for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know which one you think I should use in addition to the solo photo of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zman&lt;/span&gt; and Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I have been fighting a head cold since Thanksgiving. I started to feel better and then got congested again. I hear it's going around and lingers for about a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is sick also. Last night she didn't want to eat her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chefboyardee&lt;/span&gt; dinner (dinner of champions) which is a sign she is not feeling herself...this girl can throw down some food. Then later her eyes were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sunken&lt;/span&gt; and was running a fever of 101.9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Let's take some medicine to make you feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;medcine&lt;/span&gt; Mom...I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dunt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wike&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-I know but it's bubble gum flavor...see it says Bubble Gum Yum...it has to be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she doesn't take any type of medicine...if she has an ear infection we typically have to get her a shot of antibiotics. When she has a fever we normally have to do suppositories but we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have any on hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So she has the cup of Tylenol in her hand and a cup of water in the other and she barely slurps the medicine and drinks the water. This goes on for about a half hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-I did it mom! I take all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;medcine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Wooohooo&lt;/span&gt; your such a big girl...see I told you it would taste good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dunt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wike&lt;/span&gt; it...I have to fro up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Sip your water; don't throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-I have to fro up mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-No you don't baby...here is a straw just sip the water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So by this time I go into the bathroom to go potty and Hannah is in tow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-I have to fro up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Here let's look at the pretty shoes in this magazine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Oh I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wuv&lt;/span&gt; those shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; cute aren't they!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-I have to fro up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; throw up...however her mind is a powerful thing...I had to get her mind off it for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; while...looking at shoes in a magazine and watching Drake and Josh Christmas for the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time will do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I came home from work yesterday early because I was coughing my head off literally.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Zman&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; home from school and hubby took off back to the office. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Zman&lt;/span&gt; then told me that he was thinking about me at school yesterday and he almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Why did you almost cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Zman&lt;/span&gt;-Because I was just thinking about you and I missed you so much Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt; your the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; kid in the whole wide world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Zman&lt;/span&gt;-I just love you Mom; and that is why when I go to Grandma's house I start thinking about you and dad and I get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; sad because I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-I'm so glad God gave you to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Zman&lt;/span&gt;-You always say that Mom...you just said it last night! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-1593511890008913690?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/1593511890008913690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=1593511890008913690&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/1593511890008913690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/1593511890008913690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-photo-time-and-randomness.html' title='Christmas Photo Time and Randomness'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SUFLlrQCkhI/AAAAAAAAARI/ft5n32lwbhE/s72-c/Zach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-3533884868521979196</id><published>2008-12-09T14:38:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:42:54.274-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Point of View'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t settle for less than you deserve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>My Point of View</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when we get married and have children we forget who "we" are or who "we" were.&lt;/span&gt;We neglect ourselves, our friends and we concentrate solely on being a "mom". Sex sometimes falls by the wayside because we are just "too tired" to make love or spend the quality one on one time with our husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my husband when I was 19; he being 28. We met, fell in love, had Zman and got married 9 months later. We didn't have the honeymoon period or get to travel and enjoy just being husband and wife but it was ok. We had a beautiful son and we had our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However we still had "our time". We hired a babysitter or had grandma babysit when we wanted to get away for a few hours. When we were home Zman was in bed by 8pm. This was our time to be alone together; to be husband and wife and reflect on our day, our struggles, our desires and truly be with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we had Love 6 years later we maintained the same structure. Both kids in their room by 8pm as this was our time. Now don't get me wrong there have been exceptions...that is where Hubby comes in. He is spontaneous, he would wake Love up at 2am to watch tv or wake Zman up after I have gone to bed to play video games and this was their one on one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each child is different in their own way and they have different personalities. It's important that I spend time with just Zman and times I spend time with just Love...my husband does the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we like any other couple have had our ups and downs and believe me we have had some downs! But it's how you make it through the situation that makes you the stronger couple that you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago we were having a difficult time communicating. We were arguing over silly things and one not wanting to be the first to apologize to the other so we sought counseling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The counselor was amazed to meet us &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I'm not kidding folks)&lt;/span&gt;. He said that more times than not couples seek counseling when they are on the verge of divorce and he could tell that we were very much in love and had great children but were struggling in the communication department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discovered throughout our sessions that we thrived in chaos due to our upbringings. We thrived in chaotic environments. Hence that is why I am in the field I am in dealing with conflict everyday and Hubby is a stockbroker dealing with the everyday ups and downs of the market. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Strange how you end up in a career that kind of suits your personality).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing he made clear to us and stressed was the 2 most important things in a marriage were; a babysitter and another couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A babysitter to watch over the kids so we have our alone time to be a couple and another couple to have fun times with. Girl time and guy time is also very important because you need to be able to get away your girlfriends and let loose and have a great time. What a great feeling being able to go out with your girlfriends and then coming home to a wonderful husband and kids who support you still being "yourself". Or hubby going out and having beers with the guys or playing golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never lose sight of this. We don't feel guilty getting our kids a babysitter or having them stay over grandmas house for a weekend because we know the end result will be that it makes us better parents to our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be raised knowing that their parents love each other more than anything and we want nothing to provide them a loving home with parents who love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post this because I know a lot of couples who forget they were once a couple. They don't go out with each other and they spend all their time with their kids. I am not saying this is wrong but it's not a healthy thing to teach your kids. You need to have independence and be who you are while maintaining balance and being a wonderful parent to your kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-3533884868521979196?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/3533884868521979196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=3533884868521979196&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/3533884868521979196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/3533884868521979196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-point-of-view.html' title='My Point of View'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-7626870080750859987</id><published>2008-12-08T16:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:18:20.064-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ronald McDonald House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giving back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The meaning of Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>A Time to Give</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This holiday season let's try to Give a little something to someone less fortunate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Each holiday season our family tries to "give" to show the kids the "true meaning" of Christmas. We normally would make a ton of sack lunches and bring them to the park downtown in our city and pass them out to the homeless sleeping on the benches. We would pack sandwiches, chips, cookies and include a fresh pair of new socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The city passed an ordinance and you are no longer allowed to "feed" the homeless. If you are caught you can be arrested and several activist groups have served time in jail. This is currently being fought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do you know there is a Childrens Home within 5 miles of our house? At Thanksgiving we purchased a bag of food at our local grocery store and it was donated to them. Something so simple I bet made a big difference to those kids and the people who run the home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My family and I have volunteered at the home previously. We made a bunch of food and had a little gathering with all the kids and we all brought our family &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(a group of us girls started a community involvement team at my old company and we picked this home)&lt;/span&gt;; it was a great time. The same group of girls and myself took the girls from the home on a "spa day" to get their nails done. These kids want nothing more to just feel special and know that they are loved and cared for. This home is a Christian based organization therefore they get no state funding (you know the saying separating church and state) they soley rely on private donations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know at McDonalds the little box "donate to the Ronald McDonald house" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(RMH)&lt;/span&gt;. Well I knew of the RMH but didn't really know who stayed there. My lil Love had to have two skulls surgeries...one at 7 weeks old and another after her 2nd birthday. She was born with Craniosynostosis which is a premature closure of the membrane. Her head was growing to one side and it wasn't allowing for her brain to grow because the one side was closed. The first surgery was for medical reasons without the surgery it can cause blindness, retardation etc. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(google it if you want)&lt;/span&gt; She did amazingly well and healed however the sutures placed inside her skull didn't dissolve as they should have so the neurgosurgeon had to operate again and do cosmetic surgery on her skull &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(in lamens terms he reconstructed her forehead by hand)&lt;/span&gt;. I always joke with him that he put something in her brain because she is so damn smart! So during these operations we were offered to stay at the RMH. It's absolutely free and it's a place for family to stay who are travelling from a far when their children are staying at the childrens hospital for care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We inquired about donating our services &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(who am I kidding my husbands services...I can serve, clean up and socialize)&lt;/span&gt; and cook a meal for the entire RMH. In doing so you have to cook enough to feed 50...we are going to have to seek outside help on this one as money is really tight these days but something we really want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As I finish this post I want you to visit a new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://foodbankbarbie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;blogger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; who I recently stumbled across and she dedicates her life to "giving". Sometimes you are meant to run into certain people; you have no control over it. She just helped inspire me to do more for others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's amazing the feeling you get when you help others; even if it's the smallest thing you could have done; it just makes you feel all rich inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-7626870080750859987?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/7626870080750859987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=7626870080750859987&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/7626870080750859987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/7626870080750859987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-to-give.html' title='A Time to Give'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-2310420165585389951</id><published>2008-12-08T09:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:59:49.074-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Oh No a Bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Dad der a bug on my pillow in the libing room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-Ok I will get it in a second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Mom you get da bug on my pillow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Heck no I don't wike bugs...ask your uncle to help you &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(he was over for dinner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Will you help me with da bugs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Uncle-Yes I love bugs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Dad uncle wuvs bugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Uncle you wuv bugs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And to recap both kids got their flu shots on Friday...you know the one that Love didn't want and reminded me about every chance she got...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When the shot was being inserted in her arm she said "owwwwww...oh dats it...it not hurt...I a big girl daddy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*****************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A giveaway is being hosted by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelicagracedesigns.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. You have to visit her site Angelica Grace Designs...she makes great stuff and is an awesome photographer. She Rocks!!! And I want to win this giveaway especially for the kiddos...it being Christmas and all...check her out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-2310420165585389951?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/2310420165585389951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=2310420165585389951&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/2310420165585389951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/2310420165585389951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-no-bug.html' title='Oh No a Bug'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-9141734635669399862</id><published>2008-12-04T14:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:27:18.301-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky day baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are you kidding me?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Bra Size Are You?'/><title type='text'>What Bra Size Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/STgtTbhz_-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5XS8RRA2C2U/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276016775294877666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/STgtTbhz_-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5XS8RRA2C2U/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/STgtTDuMRiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/D8OBna3Fscg/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276016768904349218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/STgtTDuMRiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/D8OBna3Fscg/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/STgtS9ubp9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/DLiewO8GGAI/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276016767294744530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/STgtS9ubp9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/DLiewO8GGAI/s320/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/STgtShfynYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/AEUemUc46TU/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276016759717141890" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/STgsvk4P8SI/AAAAAAAAAPg/scQD5u62zxc/s320/7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/STgsveeVS4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/IhSGovIf4Mc/s1600-h/8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276016157610298242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/STgsveeVS4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/IhSGovIf4Mc/s320/8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/STgsu_pI7QI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/s-5Zt9zu8xQ/s1600-h/9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276016149334125826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/STgsu_pI7QI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/s-5Zt9zu8xQ/s320/9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/STgsu0GWRJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FTpGC8ZZdMY/s1600-h/10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276016146235409554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/STgsu0GWRJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FTpGC8ZZdMY/s320/10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-9141734635669399862?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/9141734635669399862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=9141734635669399862&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/9141734635669399862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/9141734635669399862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-bra-size-are-you.html' title='What Bra Size Are You?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/STgtTbhz_-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5XS8RRA2C2U/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-4023373447374766522</id><published>2008-12-03T16:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:41:50.289-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thiefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='credit card fraud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day Late and A Dollar Short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hit Me With Your Best Shot'/><title type='text'>Your Lesson for Today...Listen Up Posse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/STb7Xek1_uI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Y9Ze_NTY-Mo/s1600-h/cbe95cd01ee4810e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275680394274275042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/STb7Xek1_uI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Y9Ze_NTY-Mo/s320/cbe95cd01ee4810e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I get a lil surprise this morning when I log into my bank account. Apparantly someone decided to write down the numbers on my husbands debit card and create a "fake card" and use it at Walmart to spend a couple hundred dollars...I guess they figured I should buy their Christmas gifts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank goodness I am anal in the sense I check my account faithfully every morning to check off what cleared and look for suspicious charges...or keep tabs on hubby's spending.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There is a lot of ways this type of fraud can be done after speaking with Walmart and our banking institution. One way is handing your card to lets say a server at a restaurant. They can write down all the numbers and create a fake card that can be used anywhere...well until you find out about it and cancel the card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Another way is they put a device outside the gas tank where you swipe your card and immediately get the information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Think about it; all someone needs is the numbers on the front and back of the card and they can order online now days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So lessons I learned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. Pay cash at restaurants...it's sad but trust nobody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. Pay for my gas inside the gas station instead of swiping my card outside at the pump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. Do not use my debit card to order online (I typically don't do this I normally would use a credit card if I wanted to order something)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. Pay Cash and be done with it.&lt;/span&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/6422184319176370977-4023373447374766522?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/4023373447374766522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=4023373447374766522&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/4023373447374766522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/4023373447374766522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/12/your-lesson-for-todaylisten-up-posse.html' title='Your Lesson for Today...Listen Up Posse'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/STb7Xek1_uI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Y9Ze_NTY-Mo/s72-c/cbe95cd01ee4810e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-3745455748435105662</id><published>2008-12-02T13:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:08:26.535-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel doesn&apos;t cook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>What Child Labor Laws?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She knows how to vacuum and do dishes...next is cleaning the bathrooms and then hubby and I can enjoy a corona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1C-Tmeh8tM0&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What a cutie she is! I come home from work one day and walk into the kitchen and what do I find...lil Love cleaning the dishes. And look at the pattern she makes when putting the cups on the towel to dry...too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh no she can not be rented out! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sorry folks she is all mine)&lt;/span&gt; Even though she prefers daddy way more than me that is unless I am painting my nails or doing my make up then I am her bestest friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask her "who cooks the best" she responds "daddy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask her "who do you look like" she responds "daddy...I have brown eye like Daddy and Zman hab gween eyes wike you mom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I discipline her brother; she comes running at me "dunt yell at my broder mom OK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see she isn't really 3 she is 15!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-3745455748435105662?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/3745455748435105662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=3745455748435105662&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/3745455748435105662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/3745455748435105662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-child-labor-laws.html' title='What Child Labor Laws?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-3370280735834774504</id><published>2008-11-30T12:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T12:39:16.257-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clark Griswald'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The meaning of Christmas'/><title type='text'>Homemade Christmas Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We were all outside watching Clark Griswald &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hubby)&lt;/span&gt; decorate the outside of the house when Zman brought up Christmas gifts. I asked him what he was planning on getting me and he replied "how about I make you a nice picture or something?" My response..."what a homemade Christmas gift...what am I going to do with it after Christmas...toss it in a box with all the other pictures you and Love have made? I want something I can use like a new purse or something &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(slow your roll folks he knows I am kidding and I love my kids pictures)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zman-Your just kidding right mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby-Zman I think you just came up with a great idea; we won't buy any presents this year we will just make homemade Christmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-That is a great idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zman-What...no real presents? Well just what Santa brings of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-No we are going to save Santa a trip this year and tell him that we are just making pictures and stuff and there is no need to stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zman-Ahh man...really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby-Just think how meaningful it will be; you know the meaning of Christmas is about giving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zman-I know I know. But really no Santa presents? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-3370280735834774504?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/3370280735834774504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=3370280735834774504&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/3370280735834774504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/3370280735834774504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/11/homemade-christmas-gifts.html' title='Homemade Christmas Gifts'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-3078467607248947809</id><published>2008-11-25T12:02:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:40:21.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Al Green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stop and smell the roses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Lil Things That Matter Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hubby: hey baby the fred clause soundtrack is out now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hubby: i dont see it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: what was it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hubby: i think it was beast of burden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: yup that was it baby cakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hubby: its not on the soundtrack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: weird&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hubby: just Christmas songs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hubby: i am going to try and make an advent calender this year for the kids&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: awww&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: i am browsing kohls door buster ad for friday sleeping bags 14.99 and kitchen aid heavy duty mixer 159&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hubby: cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: only things good so far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: this is my all time favorite song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: hold on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: how can you mend a broken heart by al green&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hubby: cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzitOsxKJNY"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzitOsxKJNY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hubby: i like that song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: i want to be cuddled with you under a blanket having a glass of wine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hubby: mmmmm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: while this song is playing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hubby: and others like it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: yup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hubby: thers a 5 year ols singing move along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: not as cute as love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hubby: not at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hubby: Love was moving the mic stand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: i know she is soo cute&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can talk to him all day about randomness...gotta love Yahoo instant messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzitOsxKJNY&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love love love this song. Do you ever just turn the tv off and sit quietly next to someone you love and listen to music...reminice about the past and more importantly just be close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this time of year we are reminded that it's the Lil things that matter most!&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/6422184319176370977-3078467607248947809?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/3078467607248947809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=3078467607248947809&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/3078467607248947809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/3078467607248947809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/11/lil-things-that-matter-most.html' title='Lil Things That Matter Most'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-2021462242242354117</id><published>2008-11-24T10:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:38:29.174-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel doesn&apos;t cook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Powder Juice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love walks in with a writing pad and a pencil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-What can i gwet you from da westarant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-A bacon blue cheese burger with french fries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-You want a diet coke wit it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Oh sure that sounds great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;She returns with a measuring cup and a measuring spoon stirring it constantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Here you go. You have to eat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I am pretending to each the concoction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-O it's sooo delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-thanks. Dad what you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-I want some chicken noodle soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Ok thats a gweat idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;She is writing the letter H over and over on her note pad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;She returns with the same measuring cup and spoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Here you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-What's in the soup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Um cawots, cellree, chicken and some powder juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-What? Powder juice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Yes it good for you...just eat it Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;She kept this up for a good 30 minutes going back and forth to the kitchen and she actually pretended she was heating it up on the stove...cause she wanted to know if it was Hott!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The funnier thing is that I don't cook and my 3 year old is trying to show me up in the kitchen. Who does she think she is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And this reminds me...On Sunday she wanted some bologna. I gave her 2 pieces and she was sitting on the bar stool in the kitchen. She likes to eat it just how it comes, except she was playing with it on the counter; folding it up and throwing it around. I proceeded to tell her to stop playing with it and just eat it...She replies "Don't talk to me dat way mom!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Where does she get this stuff from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-2021462242242354117?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/2021462242242354117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=2021462242242354117&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/2021462242242354117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/2021462242242354117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/11/powder-juice.html' title='Powder Juice'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-5233314067609316580</id><published>2008-11-20T19:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:17:12.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Day the Music Died'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don McLean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kurt Cobain'/><title type='text'>Polly Wants A Cracker (guest post by Hubby)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today was one of those moments where your son asks you a question and you want to tell him the truth yet you want to shelter him from the "bad" truths of life. Faced with the dilemma of the question; I decided to explain to him the story behind the song Polly by Nirvana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Zman recently discovered Nirvana on Rock Band. He realizes the thought that went into each song Kurt Cobain wrote. Zman was inquisitive of the song Polly and today he wanted to know what the meaning behind it was as he had gathered it was about a bird or a girl named Polly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wasn't surprised as he is very analytical and wants to know the "whys of everything" so I sighed a deep sigh and I had some angst about what I was about to discuss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When I got out of the Navy in 1990 the grunge scene was just beginning. I myself was listening to a lot of Nirvana and I wanted to know the meaning behind his songs. Just the way he sang it just draws you in.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now mind you it was very difficult to explain this to a 9 year as he is so innocent and has no idea all the bad stuff that surrounds us daily. But I am sure my wife has explained we are very honest with our kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Polly is about a 14 year old girl who is on her way home from a punk rock concert and is kidnapped. She is brutally tortured and abused by a psycho. Using a blow torch and a razor he had his way with her for a few weeks. The song is told from the view point of the abductor. Naturally I left out any graphic details while telling my son but I did get the point across and the message of the song. This being that the will to survive is stronger than most can comprehend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What the young girl did to survive was to pretend that she liked him and began to flirt with him and pretended she enjoyed what he was doing whether he was looking or not. And what subsequently happened he untied her and left her alone and let his guard down. She used this moment to escape, save her own life and alert authorities. This man was then arrested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The way I explained it to him was no matter what life throws at you never give up and always hang in there and have faith in God that he is always with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then he asked me what my favorite song was to which I had to clarify "what type of song". Then I replied "do you mean what I think the greatest song that was ever written" and he said "yes". I told him it was "The Day the Music Died" by Don McLean. He then asked why...we are still discussing it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-5233314067609316580?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/5233314067609316580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=5233314067609316580&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/5233314067609316580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/5233314067609316580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/11/polly-wants-cracker-guest-post-by-hubby.html' title='Polly Wants A Cracker (guest post by Hubby)'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-1095502181178015435</id><published>2008-11-19T11:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:34:00.871-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Adidas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Straight Trippin YO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nine West'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ed Hardy'/><title type='text'>I'm Trippin YO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SSQ-QEc4qLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/lbOGH0n9JEg/s1600-h/boot3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270405909724047538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SSQ-QEc4qLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/lbOGH0n9JEg/s320/boot3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My damn boots are trippin me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because the long tip at the end that keeps getting caught every time I try to take a step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the heel because I walk in high heels everyday. I don't even own a pair of flats except for my shell toe Adidas &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(they have pink stripes and oh so cute)&lt;/span&gt; and my slip on Ed Hardy sneakers...everything else has a 4" heel or higher. So I have mastered the art of walking in high heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these boots...maybe this is why I have never worn them. They are made of suede and oh so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a pointed toe but damn these are definately pointed and long! You see where the boot hangs off the folder; well my foot ends at the end of the folder and the boot keeps going. You see why I keep trippin YO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-1095502181178015435?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/1095502181178015435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=1095502181178015435&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/1095502181178015435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/1095502181178015435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-trippin-yo.html' title='I&apos;m Trippin YO!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SSQ-QEc4qLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/lbOGH0n9JEg/s72-c/boot3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-2425135019390620404</id><published>2008-11-18T13:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:33:02.481-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The All-American Rejects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Rock Band at it's Finest</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DbP0zzM9exk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DbP0zzM9exk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Love singing "Move Along" by The All-American Rejects last night. Her stage manager Hubby is on the guitar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-2425135019390620404?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/2425135019390620404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=2425135019390620404&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/2425135019390620404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/2425135019390620404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-love-singing-move-along-by-all.html' title='Rock Band at it&apos;s Finest'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-6545500478344520763</id><published>2008-11-17T13:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:39:00.102-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bacardi helps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a girl can dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day Late and A Dollar Short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m in a funk'/><title type='text'>Times Are Hard on the Boulevard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SSG847Qu2WI/AAAAAAAAAOA/69gbck6dXbc/s1600-h/recession.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269700725166758242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SSG847Qu2WI/AAAAAAAAAOA/69gbck6dXbc/s320/recession.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; We are definately in hard times right now. ..and it sure is hard times. Don't you remember being a kid and not having to worry about money...just being a kid and having fun? Damn would I like those times again. Now we are adults and we worry about providing for us kids now and their future. I am sure each of our parents have experienced these hard times at least once in their lifetime and now we know the constant worry they must have felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I work in the New Home Construction industry and we are definately feeling it. I have survived several lay offs. I am just hoping and wanting to hold on until after the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SSG84evllJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/taOu_R0IqzI/s1600-h/glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269700717511546002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SSG84evllJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/taOu_R0IqzI/s320/glass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; How do you look at it? The glass half empty or the glass half full? I am the "half empty" girl. I do try to be positive but &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(like Dr. Phil says when you use the word BUT it means forget what I just said and what I am about to say is what I really mean) &lt;/span&gt;I always have the "worse case scenario" complex. You know the "well what if" and "what happens when" type of mentality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby on the other hand is the "half full" guy. He always remains positive and takes things as they come. Which he is always right in the sense when he tells me "why stress about it"..."stress isn't going to help you out so no sense in stressing about things you can't control". However a little Bacardi and Diet does help with the stress...or a glass of Red Wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SSG84SPXHHI/AAAAAAAAANw/XOL3h_sFR5U/s1600-h/comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269700714155154546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SSG84SPXHHI/AAAAAAAAANw/XOL3h_sFR5U/s320/comic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And even Puff Daddy (aka P Diddy, Puffy, Sean Combs) is feeling it too. I remember reading an article about a month or so ago about how he is not flying his private jet anymore due to the high gas prices so he opted to fly commerical and save the $100,000 or so that it took to fly between New York and LA. So I guess he was looking at it as the glass "half full" cause the man has options.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When will the madness end? &lt;/span&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/6422184319176370977-6545500478344520763?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/6545500478344520763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=6545500478344520763&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/6545500478344520763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/6545500478344520763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/11/times-are-hard-on-boulevard.html' title='Times Are Hard on the Boulevard'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SSG847Qu2WI/AAAAAAAAAOA/69gbck6dXbc/s72-c/recession.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-1358419216493172712</id><published>2008-11-15T15:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:23:24.329-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fazoli&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Just a Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SR8xAQUtfcI/AAAAAAAAANc/1LIB1vI2dLs/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268983969498365378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SR8xAQUtfcI/AAAAAAAAANc/1LIB1vI2dLs/s320/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love has to have her naps. She is kinda like an old lady in the sense that if she doesn't have her afternoon nap or her dinner by 5pm she gets cranky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SR8xAOWcEBI/AAAAAAAAANU/xwgaipo1Gic/s1600-h/mouth+full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268983968968740882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SR8xAOWcEBI/AAAAAAAAANU/xwgaipo1Gic/s320/mouth+full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fazoli's...what a clever idea. Great Italian food at a cheap price. Love has to have her Spaghetti and Meatballs atleast 4 times a week &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I kid not)&lt;/span&gt;. Hubby is Italian but time doesn't always permit him to make her homemade sauce and meatballs at her beck and call so this is a great place w/great food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SR8w_6zT5mI/AAAAAAAAANM/wo0EoUd3ElY/s1600-h/love+spaghetti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268983963721131618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SR8w_6zT5mI/AAAAAAAAANM/wo0EoUd3ElY/s320/love+spaghetti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just being herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SR8w9qQn2lI/AAAAAAAAANE/lA9m_2bHYS0/s1600-h/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268983924920932946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SR8w9qQn2lI/AAAAAAAAANE/lA9m_2bHYS0/s320/car.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And this folks...no need to adjust your focus we got the car back...FINALLY. However it still has some things that need to be done &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(you know one of the parts was defective and they had to order a few parts)&lt;/span&gt; but Hubby couldn't wait. He picked it up last night and will have to bring back for a day to put the final touches on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SR8w9fahdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/iYwnGta01I8/s1600-h/hottie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268983922009667042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SR8w9fahdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/iYwnGta01I8/s320/hottie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And this is my HOT hubby enjoying said car. We had the windows down jammin to some tunes and he broke a few speed limits &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I kid I kid)&lt;/span&gt;...but he did have to break it in again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6422184319176370977-1358419216493172712?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/1358419216493172712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=1358419216493172712&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/1358419216493172712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/1358419216493172712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-saturday.html' title='Just a Saturday'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SR8xAQUtfcI/AAAAAAAAANc/1LIB1vI2dLs/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-7438077570847572811</id><published>2008-11-13T14:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:44:50.807-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bull shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collision repair people lie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day Late and A Dollar Short'/><title type='text'>No Later Than...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The car dealership called hubby yesterday and informed him that the car would be ready &lt;strong&gt;no later than&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Friday)&lt;/span&gt;. But I mentioned below it was supposed to be ready &lt;strong&gt;no later than&lt;/strong&gt; November 4th. And then on November 4th it was going to be ready &lt;strong&gt;no later than&lt;/strong&gt; November 7th but if not, definately &lt;strong&gt;no later than&lt;/strong&gt; November 10th. Then on November 10th it was going to be ready &lt;strong&gt;no later than&lt;/strong&gt; November 12th. And now on November 12th it is going to be ready &lt;strong&gt;no later than&lt;/strong&gt; November 14th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can someone please tell me what "&lt;strong&gt;no later than&lt;/strong&gt;" means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-7438077570847572811?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/7438077570847572811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=7438077570847572811&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/7438077570847572811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/7438077570847572811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-latest.html' title='No Later Than...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-8860721892515529549</id><published>2008-11-12T12:44:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:03:09.910-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachael Ray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a girl can dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maple Mustard Barbecued Pork Chops'/><title type='text'>Yours will not taste as good...cause he puts LOVE in it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not my girl Love silly! My hubby's Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My hubby is the chef of the family and what an awesome chef he is. We often day dream of him quitting his job of being a stock broker and moving to an island &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(kind of like the movie Cocktail but not a bar)&lt;/span&gt; and opening a restaurant. He's got some serious skillz. I would be the outgoing person coming to your table asking how everything is and if you want to "kiss the chef" or just "simply thank him" or better yet greet you as you walk in...but yeah I don't like being a hostess...sitting still for long hours...I like the first idea better. Plus I have the personality for it so you would just think I am part of your family and invite me to sit down and throw back tequila shots with you &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(oh wait can't do that when I have tequila I forget the next day what happened after the tequila shots)&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On to the dinner that he prepared Monday night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267829173151181474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SRsWuQsdqqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/iaCR7DbkX_Y/s320/food..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The name of the dish is Maple Mustard Barbecued Pork Chops &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(for all you "other white meat" eaters)&lt;/span&gt; by Rachael Ray. You can find the recipe for the pork chops&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/rachael-ray/maple-mustard-barbecued-pork-chops-recipe/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but I remind you he doesn't follow the recipe to a T...he adds other stuff or improvises and most of all adds that dash of LOVE. Seriously people you can't mess with him. And when he is in his kitchen he is bad ass. He paired it up with Garlic Mashed Potatoes along with Grilled Asparagus and Red Delicious apples. He has made this dish before with the Granny Smith apples but we didn't have them &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I told you he improvises)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now my hubby is available if you would like to rent him; but keep in mind I charge a very expensive fee and he would miss me too damn much and he wouldn't want to leave me. But you can look at his HOT pic on the side bar for free and drool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-8860721892515529549?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/8860721892515529549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=8860721892515529549&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/8860721892515529549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/8860721892515529549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/11/yours-will-not-taste-as-goodcause-he.html' title='Yours will not taste as good...cause he puts LOVE in it!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SRsWuQsdqqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/iaCR7DbkX_Y/s72-c/food..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-8024895368367945953</id><published>2008-11-11T09:13:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:10:10.821-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collision repair people lie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dodge charger'/><title type='text'>Yellow Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We were supposed to get hubby's car back last Tuesday. Then the dealership where his car is being repaired called on Wednesday and said it would be ready on Friday no later than Monday. Then we get a call on Friday to inform us that is won't be ready on Monday however he would have it ready on Wednesday at the latest. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Are you seeing a little bit of a pattern here?)&lt;/span&gt; Keep in mind they have had my car since October 1 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I trot my happy self over to the dealership and explained the false promises were unacceptable. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; blames it on the paint and it takes two days to dry before they can put the decals on? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(WTF??? Is this the first car that you have repaired that needed paint and decals or were you just naive and figured you could slap those decals right on before the paint was dry?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I informed him that he needed to get me a rental at his expense because I have exhausted my rental coverage &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and the wonderful person who hit me didn't have enough insurance so I had to claim under my insurance...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;biatch&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; and so he agreed to get me a car on Wednesday. I explained that wouldn't be acceptable considering it was supposed to be ready earlier last week and then he changed it to no later than Monday &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yesterday).&lt;/span&gt; He agreed to get me a rental today. This is now what I am driving... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267406088818529970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SRmV7gvCFrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kJhwmr2AfaQ/s320/1401857245_558ada6fab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's not bad...but yellow? I honestly believe there should be certain colors of the rainbow that should not be painted on cars. The only yellow vehicles on the road should be school buses. My hubby volunteered to drive this tomorrow but I will save him any embarrassment and I will drive it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; counting down the days until he can drive this again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267407280716080386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SRmXA45jZQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/h5DiTDPNJgQ/s320/car.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-8024895368367945953?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/8024895368367945953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=8024895368367945953&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/8024895368367945953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/8024895368367945953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/11/wtf.html' title='Yellow Cars'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SRmV7gvCFrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kJhwmr2AfaQ/s72-c/1401857245_558ada6fab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-9076590816172984445</id><published>2008-11-07T19:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:25:21.286-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flu shot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walgreens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I dunt wanna a pinch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's time for flu shots. I had the flu really bad last Christmas. I couldn't get out of bed for days...I only got out long enough for the kids to open their presents and I never felt so bad in my life. I really thought I was dying and I was so dramatic. I kept asking "baby why does my body hurt so bad. When will I get better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So this year we are getting flu shots. Especially the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Don't forget we have to get flu shots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-Crap...Walgreens has them today from 2-5...what time is it...is this the correct time. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(clock in car showing 4:54)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(Me looking at cell phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-It's 4:57&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-well we should be there in a minute...I saw it online earlier and it totally slipped my mind and I forgot to tell you. Oh well they are til 5 not 4:57.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So we get to Walgreens and they were packing up. I asked if we were too late and the girl said no we can give you one. I informed her we wanted to get one for my 3 year old &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Zman was with his friend and I didn't feel like plunking down $75 for all of us to get a shot today...I know I know but I am going to check online tonight where they are giving free ones)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-Wow Love you dodged that bullet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-What...bullwet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-No the flu shot baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-What? I dunt want a shot &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(tears are starting to fall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-It's ok baby it's just a pinch...it will only hurt for a second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-But I dunt wanna pinch...it make me cry. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(repeat repeat repeat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Ok no shot...another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-No oder time mom ok...it hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Ok we will wait until we go to the doctor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-I dunt wanna go to the doc ter &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(repeat repeat repeat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Ok don't worry Love, no shot ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Daddy no shot mommy said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Daddy-Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Now where we goin...no doc ter wight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Daddy-You love hangin with mom and dad huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Yes...no shot wight? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(repeat repeat repeat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I tell you I could write a book with all of our conversations...she never stops talking. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(In Kindergarten the teacher put on my report card that I talk to much...I guess it's safe to say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We honestly forget she is only 3. Her school constantly asks us "Are you sure she is only 3, I mean the things that come out of her mouth"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On our way back from Walgreens she asks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Do scarecrows wike birds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Where does she come up with this stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And then today she wants me to have another baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Mom can you hab anoder baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-What? No more babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Please Please Please...I wanna you have oder baby ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Why do you want me to have another baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Because &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(really she said because I mean she honestly knows the context in how to use this word and what it means)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Because why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Because I wanna baby to sweep wight next to me. K, so you hab one? I be the mom wight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Seriously folks I can't make this stuff up. This girl needs her own show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And no joke...2.5 hours later &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(her timing couldn't be more perfect)&lt;/span&gt; as I post this Love is laying on the floor with her babies, her baby stroller and watching cars...out of the blue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mom-I dunt wanna go to the doc ter! I dunt wanna a pinch ok mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-9076590816172984445?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/9076590816172984445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=9076590816172984445&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/9076590816172984445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/9076590816172984445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dunt-want-pinch.html' title='I dunt wanna a pinch!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-1872583961564488665</id><published>2008-11-05T21:55:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:36:19.384-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t settle for less than you deserve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tonight I had happy hour with one of my girlfriends I don't get to hang out with very much. Even though she lives 20 minutes away we get caught up in our daily lives and don't get to see each other very often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;While we were having drinks she was telling me about her recent break up with her live in boyfriend of many years. And she started telling me what her perspective was on what went sour in the relationship or how they grew apart. And then the topic of insecurities came up. I had no idea she had any. I know that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;naive&lt;/span&gt; because everyone does but it was an "ah ha" moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It made me reflect on my own life. I am truly where I am supposed to be right now. Even though I am not the skinniest girl, or the prettiest &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I am pretty HOT though)&lt;/span&gt; girl, or I may not have as much money as the next person. I am where I am supposed to be right now. I have love with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt; who I am lucky to also call my husband. We are coming up on our 10 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt; next year and we are more in LOVE today than we were then. I truly love this man for putting up with me and my quirks. I have great kids who love each other so much. And we have our health but most of all we are truly a "family". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes in life you meet people who seem to be "put together" but you never really know what that person has going on in their own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Life is what you make of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;LIVE LAUGH LOVE &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thegorenablog.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-1872583961564488665?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/1872583961564488665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=1872583961564488665&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/1872583961564488665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/1872583961564488665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/11/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-4477420486876441787</id><published>2008-11-04T20:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:42:36.927-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cript Master'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Priceless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SRD4D4tBdcI/AAAAAAAAAMc/C-pWYipwm-A/s1600-h/3+friends+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264980710040630722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SRD4D4tBdcI/AAAAAAAAAMc/C-pWYipwm-A/s320/3+friends+for+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Zman on the right with his best friend P and his younger brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SRD4DptqIzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ESfRY7GqgdQ/s1600-h/zman+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264980706016764722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SRD4DptqIzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ESfRY7GqgdQ/s320/zman+for+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Zman; the Cript Master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SRD4DY1SDzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/p7EYTdSRgI4/s1600-h/Halloween+Hannah+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264980701485338418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SRD4DY1SDzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/p7EYTdSRgI4/s320/Halloween+Hannah+for+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aww little Miss Love aka Cinderella and Brutus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SRD4DG-sUDI/AAAAAAAAAME/Fr-jG9rZt-g/s1600-h/Halloween+for+Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264980696692969522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SRD4DG-sUDI/AAAAAAAAAME/Fr-jG9rZt-g/s320/Halloween+for+Blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love...look at her face...Priceless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so scared of his costume she wouldn't come out of her room. It was only until we went to Zman's school for a little party before Trick o Treating that she got over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Zman I not scare of you...it's jus a cotume it's not real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zman-I know I told you it's just make believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Yea, I so happy; dis the bes Halloween eva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6422184319176370977-4477420486876441787?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/4477420486876441787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=4477420486876441787&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/4477420486876441787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/4477420486876441787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/11/priceless.html' title='Priceless'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SRD4D4tBdcI/AAAAAAAAAMc/C-pWYipwm-A/s72-c/3+friends+for+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-2905171587499885460</id><published>2008-11-03T11:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:43:43.883-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crave On'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Steak for you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outback Steakhouse'/><title type='text'>Outback Steakhouse = No Steak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We decided to go to the Outback Steakhouse that just opened in our neighborhood. After being seated and waiting 10 minutes to be acknowledged by our waiter, he showed his face at our table and said he would be with us in 5 minutes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He returns to the table about 5 minutes later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Waiter- Welcome to Outback...sorry I made you wait it's been crazy today. What can I get you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me- We are going to give you the entire order because who knows when we will see you again (laughing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Waiter- Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So we order drinks and then Hubby proceeds:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-I want to get the Tenderloin and Shrimp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Waiter- Oh sorry sir, we just ran out of the Tenderloin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-Ok...let me get the Steak Salad...that sounds good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Waiter-Oh I'm sorry we are out of that too because we use the Tenderloin Steak on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-Rachel what do you want? I would get the pasta but I really don't want to get pasta at a steak restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-I'll take the Prime Rib...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Waiter-Wow we are out of that too...I'm really sorry maybe you should have come earlier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Earlier? Looking at the time...it's 8 o'clock on a Friday night...how much earlier...seriously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;What I wanted to say was "Are you fffffffing kidding me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Waiter-We have been really busy tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-Let's go...we came to a Steakhouse to get steak...I don't want fish or chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So after talking with the manager and her apologizing that they are still getting acclimated and knowing how much food to order (what this is a chain restaurant wouldn't they have this figured out by now...does the steak truck come in first thing in the morning or are the Saturday customers screwed too) she offered us dinner for two on our next visit. Since it's free I will give them another chance. And she threw in a Bloomin Onion...YUM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Isn't their motto now "Crave on". Be careful though when it's "on" because they may be out of steak...I kid people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-2905171587499885460?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/2905171587499885460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=2905171587499885460&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/2905171587499885460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/2905171587499885460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/11/outback-steakhouse-no-steak.html' title='Outback Steakhouse = No Steak'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-7051033756268470124</id><published>2008-10-30T09:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:24:14.343-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realtor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macy&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Am I a hoarder?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nine West'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guess'/><title type='text'>Hi...My name is Rachel and I am a shoe hoarder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We have our house on the market to sell. It has been shown twice in the 4 months it's been on the market and the same realtor has shown it to the same couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They came out last Friday to view it and I had my realtor call them to get feedback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My realtor-Hello Julie I wanted to get feedback on the showing for ____ Way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Selling realtor-Hmm...what house is that...I showed 40 houses over the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My realtor-Wow 40 really...well you sure were busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Selling realtor-Can you give me some specifics on the house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My realtor-It was the first house you showed on Friday after meeting your clients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Selling realtor-Oh the house with all the shoes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Um what is she trying to say? That I have too many shoes? Well at least they are organized neatly and by color in my walk in closet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When I get home that day I tell Love to put her shoes in the closet. We have a walk in closet underneath our stairs in our home. When I opened the door I discovered...wow not only do I have a lot of shoes in my closet we have an army of shoes lined up in this closet too. Hubby's dress shoes, sneakers and the kids shoes. Geese...no wonder why she made that comment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;However I love shoes...I collect them and they are my thing, my best friend if you wish! So just because I have 90 pairs doesn't mean I won't miss the ones I had in a bag to be fixed by the shoe maker in the back of my car that are now sitting at Goodwill...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Baby where is that bag of shoes that was in the back of my car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-I took them to Goodwill for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-What???? You did what? No, No, No...those were not for Goodwill, I was taking them to the shoemaker to replace the heels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-I'm sorry I didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Next time just ask me "hey do you want me to take these to Goodwill"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-I am really sorry I didn't know. I will go get them for you. I am sure they have them for $3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Great...I will go to Goodwill and buy back my own shoes...and what $3 yeah right those bitches are probably $20/each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-I will if you want me to &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(he is sooo sweet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-No it's ok...but I'm gettin some new shoes now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And the thing about it is...I don't even remember which ones were in there. I will though when I am looking for that "pair" to go with my outfit. I do however remember my Guess Leopard ones...they had a 4 inch heel and they were sooo HOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bye Bye shoes...I'm sorry I didn't get to say goodbye. But I am sure someone who picks you out will enjoy you and love you...but not as much as I did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I do have my eyes on these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262951671466277634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SQnCqS_LuwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/bBiKdYwR6W4/s320/468432_fpx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Nine West "Rocha" Pump only at Macy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-7051033756268470124?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/7051033756268470124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=7051033756268470124&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/7051033756268470124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/7051033756268470124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/10/himy-name-is-rachel-and-i-am-shoe.html' title='Hi...My name is Rachel and I am a shoe hoarder.'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SQnCqS_LuwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/bBiKdYwR6W4/s72-c/468432_fpx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-8249184654131550194</id><published>2008-10-29T08:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:46:49.736-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whiskey Steak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are you kidding me?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthy Choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle Change'/><title type='text'>Who Needs Jenny Craig...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when you got Healthy Choice. I have been on a "lifestyle" change over the past few weeks in regards to my diet and I have been trying to stay under 1300 calories a day. I allow myself one cheat day to indulge which is typically on Sundays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have eaten Healthy Choice products in the past but I think they have improved them in the recent years or hired a new chef. How do I know this you ask? Because this is my new "best friend"...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262554696242934034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SQhZnTCfsRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/RoLchwKlyA4/s320/whiskeysteak.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Healthy Choice Cafe' Steamers. The entree "Whiskey Steak" and the calorie count...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;250&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! That is it and it taste like my hubby whipped it up. I promise you won't get a "buzz" from eating it &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the name does have Whiskey in it)&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know if they use Whiskey or not in the recipe but this is the bestest frozen dinner in the hole wide werld!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Note: this is not a paid advertisement...I am just spreading the love of food to all my blogger buddies who want a good healthy option on the go...but if Healthy Choice would like to pay me to be a spokesperson I would not turn them down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-8249184654131550194?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/8249184654131550194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=8249184654131550194&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/8249184654131550194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/8249184654131550194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-needs-jenny-craig.html' title='Who Needs Jenny Craig...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SQhZnTCfsRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/RoLchwKlyA4/s72-c/whiskeysteak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-5658488551481859492</id><published>2008-10-27T10:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:39:08.801-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes and Purses I LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SQXQbe7_Q7I/AAAAAAAAALs/Uj-cVxM6jJ8/s1600-h/my+office2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261840910232011698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SQXQbe7_Q7I/AAAAAAAAALs/Uj-cVxM6jJ8/s320/my+office2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SQXQa_cjzRI/AAAAAAAAALk/ev0aAocitok/s1600-h/my+office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261840901778689298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SQXQa_cjzRI/AAAAAAAAALk/ev0aAocitok/s320/my+office.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came into work this morning and my office was decorated in a "Princess" theme. This included wands, little purses and shoes!!! They also had a "Drama Queen" bag filled with streamer.  It was a very nice gesture...it made me feel a little "extra special". Two of the girls in the office normally decorate for everyone on their birthday and they always base the theme around something you like or your personality. They even put shoe stickers on my calendar and had them displayed on "pay days".  Too cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am officially 31 today...ugghhhh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-5658488551481859492?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/5658488551481859492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=5658488551481859492&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/5658488551481859492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/5658488551481859492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SQXQbe7_Q7I/AAAAAAAAALs/Uj-cVxM6jJ8/s72-c/my+office2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-2562493200734316250</id><published>2008-10-26T18:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:28:32.593-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Diego Chargers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend Recap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The weekend started out Friday...Zman had his little friend from across street come over and I asked if she wanted to have a sleepover. She was escatic not to mention how excited Love was. After they had snacks, played Rock Band and hung out it was time for them to have "down time" in our bedroom...yes we gave up our King Size bed so they could live like royalty. However when they were supposed to be nuzzled in the bed watching TV Hubby walked in and found them doing this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SQT2MLP_I8I/AAAAAAAAALE/iD1BkMHkM-g/s1600-h/Misc+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261600953714287554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SQT2MLP_I8I/AAAAAAAAALE/iD1BkMHkM-g/s320/Misc+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SQT2L24XcYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/R_RvN-Fcb6U/s1600-h/Misc+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261600948246507906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SQT2L24XcYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/R_RvN-Fcb6U/s320/Misc+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SQT2LvfnxHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/i46hIa-D1YM/s1600-h/Misc+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261600946263671922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SQT2LvfnxHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/i46hIa-D1YM/s320/Misc+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SQT2LIOgO_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/MvRWJFAKZkM/s1600-h/Misc+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261600935722892274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SQT2LIOgO_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/MvRWJFAKZkM/s320/Misc+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Meanwhile we had our friends over to have a mini celebration in honor of my Birthday. I ended up falling asleep on the couch during a Rock Band session and later just got up and took myself to bed...I guess Mr. Bacardi and Diet took over that night...but it was fun...I sure paid for it the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby took the kids out the next morning to Toys R Us. Zman had $40 and it was burning a hole in his pocket. After that they went to the Halloween store and Love was sooo scared of a zombie who was crawling on the floor she ran sooo fast and backed herself in the corner, when Hubby tried to pick her up to let her know everything was fine she thought he was going to bring her back to see the Zombie and screamed sooo loud the entire store heard her. Needless to say he took her outside and Zman and his friend enjoyed looking at all the decorations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Later that day I walked into Love's room and found a "doll cemetery"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261602826954364994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SQT35NnOWEI/AAAAAAAAALc/GIqzn3imZgQ/s320/Misc+052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261602819204110706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SQT34wva2XI/AAAAAAAAALU/qtDHrpzY_kY/s320/Misc+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261602812090512882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SQT34WPZ9fI/AAAAAAAAALM/q_5oAD5qMGA/s320/Misc+050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one of her "babies" or stuffed animals was either completely covered with a blanket or tucked in just so. She had a habit of doing this throughout the house. When I ask her "what is going on" she replies "shhhh my babies are sweeping mom".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night my mom came over for dinner and she was going to babysit so hubby and I could have a night on the town. It was going to be some much needed one on one time followed by some dancing at a local club we really enjoy. However hubby came down with something and didn't feel good. He decided to lay down again thinking he would feel better but he had a sore throat and was congested. I let him know it would be fine if we stayed home and he insisted he would "suck it up" so we can go out but I knew he didn't feel good and he wouldn't have a good time. So I sent Grandma home and we stayed in. I am beginning to think we need to stop planning to do things. That way we don't get all excited about it and just let them happen because it just seems lately something happens or comes up when it's planned out...kinda doesn't leave room for let down when it's "spur of the moment".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was followed by yet another loss by the San Diego Chargers. Gotta love that defensive coach. Seriously...what plays was he calling during the majority of the game? The Saints had great passing plays and our men allowed them to be wide open. We did come back from a 17 point deficit but just like they say "close but no cigar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby cooked us wings and ribs for dinner and made the kids pasta and meatballs. I think he was worked up from the game and then dinner as he disappeared and went upstairs to lay down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is tomorrow...I turn 31. We were hoping to have a quiet dinner out just the two of us to celebrate my day but no babysitter. One of these days we will get some alone time...I am sure in need of it that's fo sho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-2562493200734316250?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/2562493200734316250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=2562493200734316250&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/2562493200734316250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/2562493200734316250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-recap_26.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SQT2MLP_I8I/AAAAAAAAALE/iD1BkMHkM-g/s72-c/Misc+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-246699246831681727</id><published>2008-10-26T15:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:45:03.580-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G1 phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My birthday present is???'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMobile'/><title type='text'>I guessed it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SQTHPZbxewI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eWoAmOHq-b8/s1600-h/g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261549332014922498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SQTHPZbxewI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eWoAmOHq-b8/s320/g1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yup I guessed it...not the type of phone but I did guess it was a new phone. I thought it was going to be a new Blackberry but Hubby got me the new G1 Phone by TMobile. Now I can blog on the go and upload pictures with the touch of a botton. He really wanted it for himself but he knows how much I love blogging so he got it for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your guesses were great...I could use a new laptop computer since Zman dropped mine down the stairs so now he inherited the handicap computer. However we all share hubby's computer which is missing the U key thanks to Love. Maybe I'll get a new laptop for Christmas if this stock market turns around.  Stop selling your STOCK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-246699246831681727?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/246699246831681727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=246699246831681727&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/246699246831681727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/246699246831681727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-guessed-it.html' title='I guessed it...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SQTHPZbxewI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eWoAmOHq-b8/s72-c/g1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-1474543544523895659</id><published>2008-10-23T20:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:33:45.835-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pat Benatar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hit Me With Your Best Shot'/><title type='text'>Now You Have To Guess It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's right folks...I guessed my birthday present! I don't have it yet but I guessed it and Hubby had to admit I was correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now leave a comment telling me what you think it is. All correct entries will be drawn for a little gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's my birthday and I should be the one to receive the gifts but this time I will be selfless and spread the Birthday Love...because I'm that cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hit me with your best shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g4rPIjWqMRc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g4rPIjWqMRc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-1474543544523895659?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-323382781916204241</id><published>2008-10-22T19:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:05:48.917-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My birthday present is???'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><title type='text'>What is My Birthday Present?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My hubby sends me a text today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-Ordered your present, shit man your gonna love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-What is it I can't stand it hehehehehhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So then he calls me and says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-The guy I ordered it from said they are selling out fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-What could it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-Well it's something I have never bought for you before...so it's not shoes or a purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And then I get home and he gives me another clue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-It will help you with your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;blogging...do you want to know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me: No don't tell me...for once I will let you keep the surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But seriously...What could it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-323382781916204241?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/323382781916204241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=323382781916204241&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/323382781916204241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/323382781916204241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-is-my-birthday-present.html' title='What is My Birthday Present?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-3859638437858351474</id><published>2008-10-21T20:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:52:59.074-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bertolli Vodka Sauce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel doesn&apos;t cook'/><title type='text'>I cooked...and it was good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yup I cooked dinner tonight...I kinda needed to relieve so stresses if you know what I mean...I would have taken a picture but didn't remember to take a picture until my plate was half gone &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Rome wasn't built in a day people)&lt;/span&gt; and I cleaned the kitchen too...what is up with that? As you may know I don't cook, hubby does all the cooking and I normally clean the kitchen &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(unspoken rule)&lt;/span&gt;; but tonight I did both...ok almost I don't grill because I want to keep my long eye lashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop drooling...it was not spectacular I just made it up as I went...you want the recipe? And Yes I put LOVE in this dish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;1 pound of penne rigate&lt;br /&gt;1 bag of frozen peas (Birds Eye Steam in the Bag)&lt;br /&gt;1 Onion&lt;br /&gt;1 jar of Bertolli Vodka Sauce&lt;br /&gt;2 Chicken Breast&lt;br /&gt;Salt&lt;br /&gt;Pepper&lt;br /&gt;Italian Seasoning (McCormick Grinder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions&lt;br /&gt;Heat sauce in a pan.&lt;br /&gt;Saute onions while steaming frozen peas in the microwave. Grill chicken breast until done. Throw onions and peas into sauce while pasta boils.&lt;br /&gt;Cut up chicken breast after it's grilled to perfection. Drain pasta and toss with sauce...tada....Rachel's Home Made Chicken Vodka Penne...with the help of above sponsors of course...end result...wow I can cook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-3859638437858351474?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/3859638437858351474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=3859638437858351474&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/3859638437858351474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/3859638437858351474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cookedand-it-was-good.html' title='I cooked...and it was good...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-1212683914067443455</id><published>2008-10-20T12:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:25:49.548-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I got a new attitude plain and simple'/><title type='text'>Transitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am going through some transitions now. I have mentioned here before about my OCD...but frankly I had other habits I wanted to kick...not to bore you all here but this weekend was all about "transitions". Here is the definition from www.Merriam-Webster.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1tran·si·tion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="audio" href="javascript:popWin(" wav="transition')&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pronunciation:&lt;br /&gt;\tran(t)-ˈsi-shən, tran-ˈzi-, chiefly British tran(t)-ˈsi-zhən\&lt;br /&gt;Function:&lt;br /&gt;noun&lt;br /&gt;Etymology:&lt;br /&gt;Latin transition-, transitio, from transire&lt;br /&gt;Date:&lt;br /&gt;1551&lt;br /&gt;1 a: passage from one state, stage, subject, or place to another : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="lookup" href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/change"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; b: a movement, development, or evolution from one form, stage, or style to another2 a: a musical modulation b: a musical passage leading from one section of a piece to another3: an abrupt change in energy state or level (as of an atomic nucleus or a molecule) usually accompanied by loss or gain of a single quantum of energy&lt;br /&gt;— tran·si·tion·al &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="audio" href="javascript:popWin(" wav="transitional')&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;\-ˈsish-nəl, -ˈsizh-, -ˈzish-; -ˈsi-shə-nəl, -ˈzi-, -zhə-\ adjective&lt;br /&gt;— tran·si·tion·al·ly adverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I quit smoking...yes I said it...I'm done and now it's in PRINT. It was my downfall, my crutch but I am stronger and no longer want to mistreat my body. I have quit smoking with each of my pregnancies so my husband always thought he had to "knock me up" to get me to be healthy...but not this time...I'm not pregnant and I'm living a healthy lifestyle. I'm turning 31 next Monday and by golly I will be a changed woman!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was the first week of my diet or shall I say lifestyle change. And it only took me seeing severely obese people eating to turn my stomach and shut my mouth &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not to stop talking...who we kidding I haven't been able to do that even in Kindergarten...to stop stuffing my face silly geese)&lt;/span&gt;. I am allowing myself one day to relish in the moment...which is Sunday for Football because who can watch football without eating wings and chili &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(especially if you have had my hubby's chili)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really doing it this time...kicking all my bad habits...and setting a great example for myself &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(because we should be our own role models)&lt;/span&gt;, my hubby, my children and you my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So like the Patti LaBelle song "I Got A New Attitude"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AB-ddBVoSE4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AB-ddBVoSE4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-1212683914067443455?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/1212683914067443455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=1212683914067443455&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/1212683914067443455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/1212683914067443455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/10/transitions.html' title='Transitions'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-79187757401192515</id><published>2008-10-17T11:44:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:30:47.094-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bull dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brutus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston Terriers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>Oh Bru Bru...(my competition for my hubby's Best Friend)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPizA3B7pjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1hssTEm7b_M/s1600-h/bru+pup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258149392308479538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPizA3B7pjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1hssTEm7b_M/s320/bru+pup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is Brutus Beefcake when he was just a puppy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPizAwuq55I/AAAAAAAAAJk/ljODfmeWYfU/s1600-h/bru+puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258149390617077650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPizAwuq55I/AAAAAAAAAJk/ljODfmeWYfU/s320/bru+puppy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Here he is again...going potty...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; or smelling something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPizBAMMejI/AAAAAAAAAJs/T7mQVzapZkA/s1600-h/Bru+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258149394767444530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPizBAMMejI/AAAAAAAAAJs/T7mQVzapZkA/s320/Bru+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; This is Brutus today...not quite full grown but in his glory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPizBLUuyyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/QrfQWTwoNfw/s1600-h/bru+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258149397756037922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPizBLUuyyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/QrfQWTwoNfw/s320/bru+2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A close up...see he just likes to rest his fat cheeks on his ball. He wants you to throw it but he won't drop it so you can throw it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPizBmK1w8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nALjpPH4_pM/s1600-h/bru+sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258149404962309058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPizBmK1w8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nALjpPH4_pM/s320/bru+sleep.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And here he is in all his cuteness and the reason Bull Dogs are the "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bestest&lt;/span&gt; Dog in the hole wide &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;werld&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(as Love would say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My hubby has always wanted a Bull Dog. He had 2 Boston Terriers when I met him. His buddy "Buster" died right before Love was born. She says all the time "Oh I miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Busta&lt;/span&gt;"...and I reply "but you didn't know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Busta&lt;/span&gt;, you were still in my tummy" to that she says "oh yea I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; a little baby...I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; cute".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So when Buster passed away of an enlarged heart, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(no wonder he was the best dog and had the biggest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; heart a dog could have) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we got Rascal...another Boston Terrier...and we looked and looked before we found him. Kahlua &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(our other dog who was also a Boston) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;needed a friend...she didn't know what to do without Buster. So after many trips to different breeders we found Rascal. You see my hubby wanted a certain type of Boston Terrier...he loved Buster because he possessed a lot of the Bull Dog traits more so than the Terrier traits. Buster would follow hubby everywhere and nestle with him constantly...he was right there with him watching football, walking into the kitchen...you name it. Both him and Kahlua would sleep under the covers at the bottom of the bed and if he was sick in bed; Buster would hold his pee until hubby got up...they were that close. So as you can imagine it was a sad time when he passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rascal was no Buster...but we fell in love with him and his crazy antics. He did grow into his name though that is for sure! But sadly God had better plans for him...and again my husband was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt;. I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt; for the loss and to see my hubby in so much pain. He swore off dogs...decided that was it...Kahlua was going to be passing soon &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(she was 13) &lt;/span&gt;and we would just have our family...but that is not my hubby. He is meant to have a dog as his buddy...he needs it. So I researched and found a local breeder who was selling Bull Dogs...I wanted to surprise him but with the cost of the second mortgage to buy one I couldn't spend that much and not tell him. So I told him the news and he replied..."no more dogs" and I said "baby you need one...and it's a Bull Dog". Immediately he was online looking at pics and said "I want one...I really want one and we can get one" just like a little kid who was getting his first dog &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(best friend).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; So off we were to pick him out...I went first...he had some type of meeting but I couldn't be the deciding factor...I wanted them to meet and pick out each other...which they did and it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Brutus is the best dog...he truly is...He is not a replacement by any means but he sure makes it a little easier. I swear he has Buster's soul...that he some how knew my hubby couldn't go on with out him in his life...so he sent Brutus Beefcake as a constant reminder. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Can you believe I have tears welling up in my eyes as I type this...good grief...someone get a girl a tissue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So in short &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(or long as this post is)&lt;/span&gt; this Post is for Brutus. Because he completes our family. He sometimes sleeps right next to our kids when they are sleeping on the floor &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(they love to sleep with each other and the floor is just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, or laying right next to my hubby's feet, follows us when we walk into the kitchen, gives us a shake when we tell him to sit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(because the first step was sit and then shake if he wanted a cookie...now he does it like clock work)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, or just looks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; damn cute when he is lying flat out on the tile floor with his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; out of his mouth flat on the floor...He is Brutus Beefcake!!!&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/6422184319176370977-79187757401192515?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/79187757401192515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=79187757401192515&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/79187757401192515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/79187757401192515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-bru-brumy-competition-for-my-hubbys.html' title='Oh Bru Bru...(my competition for my hubby&apos;s Best Friend)'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPizA3B7pjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1hssTEm7b_M/s72-c/bru+pup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-5391485737925566254</id><published>2008-10-16T09:24:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:49:41.263-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reese Witherspoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blondes have More Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makeover'/><title type='text'>To Cut My Hair Short or Not to Cut My Hair Short...that is the question?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPdBUGzoo0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/Px0npL6OirU/s1600-h/reese-vogue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257742903658718018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPdBUGzoo0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/Px0npL6OirU/s320/reese-vogue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I definately need a hair makeover!!! So I have decided to go short...or have I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always struggle with this...I always want to have long locks but get impatient and can't wait for it to grow. Right now I just feel my hair just hangs there...you know; maybe a short cut to focus more on my face and green eyes!!! What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love this color; I am a natural blond anyway. I am more of a "dirty blonde" color naturally and always go lighter...but I love this color on Reese Witherspoon. It's just so fresh and vibrant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago I went a little darker and did some red highlights too; it was kind of funky and I loved it but I am a blond at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...what do you think, go short or stick it out and go long? What about the color...do you like it? If not do you have any other suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Photo Credit UsMagazine.com and Vogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-5391485737925566254?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/5391485737925566254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=5391485737925566254&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/5391485737925566254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/5391485737925566254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-cut-my-hair-short-or-not-to-cut-my.html' title='To Cut My Hair Short or Not to Cut My Hair Short...that is the question?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPdBUGzoo0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/Px0npL6OirU/s72-c/reese-vogue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-5744771820999335161</id><published>2008-10-14T19:01:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:05:04.586-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do I need to take my Welbutrin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m in a funk'/><title type='text'>Who's Got the Funk...Rachel has the Funk...literally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPVBjgrUn-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/i9qwmPvfZDc/s1600-h/funk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPVBjgrUn-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/i9qwmPvfZDc/s320/funk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257180218347790306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yup I'm in a funk. I woke up this morning crying because I didn't have anything to wear...I have a bad habit of buying the wrong clothes...you know clothes to wear going out or for the weekend and not enough for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I started my day off crying, then had a physical therapy appointment. Can you believe when I was filling out the forms I couldn't remember my own phone number! Seriously, I had to call it from my cell phone and my voicemail picked up so I guess I got it right after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then I got into work about 10:30 and worked through my lunch to make up for being late, not to mention I have a doctor appointment tomorrow and then I have to leave early on Thursday and 3 days next week for more physical therapy...so after not feeling pretty because of my outfit and then not being able to take a lunch I was feeling bummed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then as the day went on, daily life struggles etc I felt like I needed a good cry. You know the feeling for no reason just wanna let it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have been a little overwhelmed the past few days...stressing about the party and wanting my hubby to have a good time. Not to mention cooking the food because I'm no cook and meanwhile Hubby is critiquing so I am feeling more pressure. I just want it to be great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then he has his friends in town so I of course take the back seat...I love his attention but I am really glad his friends are here but just kinda felt left out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So with that feeling on Monday I let it all out and of course he thought I was crazy. I don't like ruts...we haven't kept up with our weekly happy hours and going out twice a month. I haven't gotten my hair done and it's way way way (did I say way?) overdue, I haven't gotten a pedicure...I haven't shopped in I don't know how long because I am really trying hard not to be selfish...the economy is in the crapper and I am right smack in the middle of it with my job and pardon my french...It sucks! And I don't feel pretty so I cried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Zman called me on my way home and asked if I could pick up pizza for dinner; it was going to be me and the kids because Hubby was going out tonight with his friend who leaves tomorrow and I guess I sounded down in the dumps to Zman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I called back to let him know I would get pizza after my first instinct was "you want me to stop" and hubby answered. He could tell something was wrong and I just cried...I let him know why because he kept asking and frankly I couldn't hide it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He is my best friend and always knows when something is bothering me. He offered to spend tomorrow night going shopping and taking me to get a pedicure...but I still feel guilty about spending the money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Has anyone else experienced this or should I just get my Welbutrin filled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-5744771820999335161?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/5744771820999335161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=5744771820999335161&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/5744771820999335161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/5744771820999335161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/10/whos-got-funkrachel-has-funkliterally.html' title='Who&apos;s Got the Funk...Rachel has the Funk...literally'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPVBjgrUn-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/i9qwmPvfZDc/s72-c/funk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-6798136244400700289</id><published>2008-10-14T11:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:33:50.839-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel The World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Oh Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPS5LS3bZWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pR7B3oqetR4/s1600-h/Zachary+and+Hannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257030268742231394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPS5LS3bZWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pR7B3oqetR4/s320/Zachary+and+Hannah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPS5LkHfDaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pp-aPaQqb0g/s1600-h/Hannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257030273372982690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPS5LkHfDaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pp-aPaQqb0g/s320/Hannah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Mom what time is gamma coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-8 o'clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love- In 5 minutes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-No 8 o'clock baby...later tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Oh...what times now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-10 o'clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-but I wanna wear my MINNIE DRESS &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(excitedly)&lt;/span&gt; pwease!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-I know your going to look so beautiful!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Jus wike a pincess wight mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-O I soooo excited....you want some of those special kisses mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Do I? Of course I LOVE THEM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; I wuv you mom, you da bestest mom in the hole wide werld!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And Zman...he is the bestest broder in the hole wide werld...as Love would say. I don't know what I would do without this amazing boy...he is the greatest...always helping me with stuff around the house, taking care of his sister, giving her a bath or a shower, cleaning up after her and not to mention one of the BEST Rock Band singers EVER all while getting straight A's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We keep instilling the importance of getting a good education as it can take you where ever you want to go. Zman said he thinks he was born to travel the world...I better start saving!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-6798136244400700289?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/6798136244400700289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=6798136244400700289&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/6798136244400700289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/6798136244400700289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-love.html' title='Oh Love'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPS5LS3bZWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pR7B3oqetR4/s72-c/Zachary+and+Hannah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-347330054983438142</id><published>2008-10-12T13:22:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:23:28.205-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday'/><title type='text'>Party Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI5AJ0G_FI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UZTE9cezYeI/s1600-h/Party+a+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256326389892054098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI5AJ0G_FI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UZTE9cezYeI/s320/Party+a+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI5AikNcOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7y-pv49Dv18/s1600-h/Party+a+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256326396536254690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI5AikNcOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7y-pv49Dv18/s320/Party+a+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI5A-D0lHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5ER7BrbcW6o/s1600-h/Party+a+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256326403916600434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI5A-D0lHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5ER7BrbcW6o/s320/Party+a+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI5BP-adiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vvMnchQvIf4/s1600-h/Party+a+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256326408725755426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI5BP-adiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vvMnchQvIf4/s320/Party+a+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI5BUfmwiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/WhLBXG0N9Cg/s1600-h/Party+a+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256326409938715170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI5BUfmwiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/WhLBXG0N9Cg/s320/Party+a+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI3jPg0KqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/tG3rfu2kPdo/s1600-h/Party+a+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256324793693907618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI3jPg0KqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/tG3rfu2kPdo/s320/Party+a+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI3jThYSEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sjMVUb774F0/s1600-h/Party+a+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256324794770016322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI3jThYSEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sjMVUb774F0/s320/Party+a+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI3jmwrg4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/T-HPQpT_5cs/s1600-h/Party+a+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256324799934464898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI3jmwrg4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/T-HPQpT_5cs/s320/Party+a+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI3jkAVQUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qyL4Q0mYKuM/s1600-h/Party+a+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256324799194808642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI3jkAVQUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qyL4Q0mYKuM/s320/Party+a+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI3kA6jJKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/KLzD-Xv2GH8/s1600-h/Party+a+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256324806955181218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI3kA6jJKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/KLzD-Xv2GH8/s320/Party+a+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI121X68DI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VtdpLbuqhVk/s1600-h/Party+a+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256322931251408946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI121X68DI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VtdpLbuqhVk/s320/Party+a+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI13H-PcqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/16tGnc12seQ/s1600-h/Party+a+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256322936243974818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI13H-PcqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/16tGnc12seQ/s320/Party+a+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI13CxSZbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/olapOmGle4A/s1600-h/Party+a+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256322934847464882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI13CxSZbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/olapOmGle4A/s320/Party+a+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI13Q78p9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/POIfpLYe1Mw/s1600-h/Party+a+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256322938650273746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI13Q78p9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/POIfpLYe1Mw/s320/Party+a+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI13ip5NwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mLs7Xnb2pSM/s1600-h/Party+a+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256322943406388994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI13ip5NwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mLs7Xnb2pSM/s320/Party+a+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI0hryM4DI/AAAAAAAAAGc/rNKzwjYrLi8/s1600-h/Party+a+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256321468388401202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI0hryM4DI/AAAAAAAAAGc/rNKzwjYrLi8/s320/Party+a+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI0is_5l5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/_Bu9nGyE9QA/s1600-h/Party+a+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256321485894162322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI0is_5l5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/_Bu9nGyE9QA/s320/Party+a+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI0i7sEooI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gXdY0Rw7NCI/s1600-h/Party+a+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256321489837531778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI0i7sEooI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gXdY0Rw7NCI/s320/Party+a+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI0jB9K72I/AAAAAAAAAG8/GYPSYc3me6w/s1600-h/Party+a+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256321491519860578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI0jB9K72I/AAAAAAAAAG8/GYPSYc3me6w/s320/Party+a+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPIzZ2KgoVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/21vkZOufXok/s1600-h/Party+a+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256320234224132434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPIzZ2KgoVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/21vkZOufXok/s320/Party+a+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPIzaMJh4hI/AAAAAAAAAF8/lxQ3Wt6jV2s/s1600-h/Party+a+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256320240125600274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPIzaMJh4hI/AAAAAAAAAF8/lxQ3Wt6jV2s/s320/Party+a+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPIzaQSDysI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DUaTQGh16dk/s1600-h/Party+a+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256320241235118786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPIzaQSDysI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DUaTQGh16dk/s320/Party+a+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPIzaT0roWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PrbnSqn_12A/s1600-h/Party+a+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256320242185642338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPIzaT0roWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PrbnSqn_12A/s320/Party+a+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPIzbBQtVPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TrpKH_F5cOs/s1600-h/Party+a+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256320254382789874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPIzbBQtVPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TrpKH_F5cOs/s320/Party+a+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official...hubby turned 40 and he doesn't look a day over 29!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fire pit outside...that is where all the beer was!!! Rock Band was going on in the Family Room, the food was set up in the Dining Room (I can't believe I didn't take a picture of it) and Love was all over the place. I finally put her down at 10 so I could relax a little bit...at one point I couldn't find her because she was outside with her grandparents swinging in the dark on the swings and then she ran inside...I was asking "where is Love", my mom said "I think she is in the room with the food" and then I don't see her so I am yelling "Love where are you"...and she is under the table..."I wight here mom"...I reply "you scared me!!!...time for bed baby..." and she was sooo loving, giving everyone hugs and kisses and she didn't have cake...it was going to be a little bit before we cut it so I promised her a big piece the next day...which she happily ate and thought it was the best cake eva!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zman was awesome at Rock Band...this kid can sing and play bass at the same time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby seemed to be having a great time; I didn't see much of him except for singing "Happy Birthday" and cutting the cake as the older crowd wanted to turn in for the night so I had to take charge and get this part done...no speech given by Hubby...and he didn't want to open presents in front of everyone...he made this known before the party!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all it was a great time! And I am still tired!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-347330054983438142?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/347330054983438142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=347330054983438142&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/347330054983438142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/347330054983438142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/10/party-time.html' title='Party Time!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SPI5AJ0G_FI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UZTE9cezYeI/s72-c/Party+a+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-1879189981349231580</id><published>2008-10-09T21:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:42:18.088-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel doesn&apos;t cook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stop and smell the roses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Sorry Peeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I took today and tomorrow as vacation days to Relish in the Moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting ready for Hubby's 40th Birthday this weekend. I'm prepared I think...keep in mind I am doing all the cooking and as you know I'm know Rachael Ray...partly because I spell my name R A C H E L and no A and secondly because "who we kiddin" I don't cook...I wear great shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am taking today and tomorrow to be in the moment...to relax and be with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for some great pics and video of our WILD Saturday night party! Hopefully nobody gets sick...not the alcohol...my cooking...KNOCK ON WOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-1879189981349231580?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/1879189981349231580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=1879189981349231580&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/1879189981349231580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/1879189981349231580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry-peeps.html' title='Sorry Peeps'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-7835376535569963008</id><published>2008-10-07T13:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:47:48.326-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t settle for less than you deserve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Baby!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SOyrJqX3ztI/AAAAAAAAAFs/z3jzenyHFfE/s1600-h/te+quedo+mucho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SOyrJqX3ztI/AAAAAAAAAFs/z3jzenyHFfE/s320/te+quedo+mucho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254763047716114130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In light of my 9 year anniversary to my Hubby; 20 reasons why I love him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. He always makes me feel beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. We have so much fun together no matter what...we could be watching paint dry and we would have a good time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. He is the best father to our kids...emotionally and physically connected to them. I love seeing him interacting with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. He is hysterically funny! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5. He is very smart...he knows about a lot of shit...seriously if I have a question I just ask him. He says it was all the research he did while being a kid; he never took something for face value he would look it up to find the answer and not just believe it because someone told him so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(You would think I would do this...nope I just ask him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6. He is very sexy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7. He always wants to make me happy! His motto "if mom ain't happy, nobody is happy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8. He is selfless; he always puts others before himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9. He is a very forgiving person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10. He overlooks all my faults...even my cooking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;11. I love the way he makes love to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;12. He always helps me when I say "baby I need your help". Even if he just sat down or just got comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;13. He always encourages me to have "Girl Time". He is not the jealous type rather feels flattered when men try to flirt with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;14. He is always surprising me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;15. He is an awesome cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;16. He never turns me down when I ask for a rub or a massage...despite the fact he hasn't received one in months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;17. He is always eager to help others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;18. I love it when he calls me "Baby girl" or "Sexy Baby".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;19. He is very determined and never gives up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;20. Most of all, he is my best friend!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-7835376535569963008?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/7835376535569963008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=7835376535569963008&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/7835376535569963008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/7835376535569963008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-anniversary-baby.html' title='Happy Anniversary Baby!!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SOyrJqX3ztI/AAAAAAAAAFs/z3jzenyHFfE/s72-c/te+quedo+mucho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-536096673445044408</id><published>2008-10-07T10:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:39:46.682-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last night I came home from work to find my husband deep cleaning our house. Cleaning the couches, deep cleaning the carpets, cleaning the showers. We are getting ready for a lot of company this week. His 40th Birthday Party is Saturday and I can't wait...and feeling a little overwhelmed because I am doing all the cooking. And if you have been around my blog for a while you must know by now that I don't cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was so thankful and feeling so blessed that I have such a selfless husband. I mean it's his Birthday party and he is helping me do all the cleaning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After he cleaned out the refrigerator he noticed there was some sort of orange stuff spilled all over the bottom of the refrigerator. He said he didn't get to it but would do it today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I decided to venture into the fridge to find out what is was...after 30 minutes of trying to clean it up I discovered it was spilled orange juice all over the refrigerator. It ran down from the very top shelf all the way down to the bottom and it formed what looked like orange wax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Zman can you get me the antibacterial windex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(Pausing his game)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Zman-Sure where is it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me-On the counter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Zman-Here you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Can you help me; get me a bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Zman-What are you doing? What is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me-It looks like someone spilled OJ all over the fridge and never told anyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Did you do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Zman-hmmmm I don't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Oh well...can you get me more paper towels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Zman-Here you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(Then back to his game)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Where did my helper go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Zman-Oh sorry mom what do you need me to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me-I'm sorry Zman I have you running ragged always helping me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Zman-Mom it's no problem...really. I mean you just bought me the greatest game in the world. Even though I had to spend some of my savings to get it but I know I will earn more money over the next few weeks doing all these chores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Awww...give me a big HUG....I am sooo glad God gave you to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Zman-You always say that mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(So I am almost done cleaning the refrigerator)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Zman can you do me one more favor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Zman-Sure what is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Can you switch out the clothes in the washer and dryer and bring this upstairs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Zman-That's it? No problem mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He is the best kid in the entire world and I am not being biased...he is a straight A student in school, he is sooo loving, so inquisitive and always helping around house. Don't get me wrong he is 9 and sometimes gripes about it but always apologizes after the fact. I love this boy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And then Love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Cav a snack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Yes... you want Rainbow Goldfish Crackers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Yesssssssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Can I eat em in the oder room and watch my show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(She wants to eat them in the spare bedroom that we have gotten set up for some of our guests).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Yes but don't you dare get crumbs all over the place or you'll get a big spankin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(I was not going to spank her but you have to talk tough to this tough little girl and be overly dramatic...I mean she seriously has the mind of a 15 year old)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Love-I pomise mom...pomise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So I go upstairs to check on her and what do I find...crumbs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Love what did I tell you about those crumbs!!!...clean those up right this minute or you are getting a spankin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Love-No spankin mom...i cwean em up K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Right now let's go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Love-No spankin mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(I don't say anything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Mom I don't wanna spankin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me-I'm not going to spank you just please clean it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love-Oh tank you mom tank you sooo much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(giving me a hug)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Love-You want some of dem special kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me-of course I love those special kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She proceeds to gently kiss me on the cheek in the same spot about 3 times...melts my heart every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And then this morning as I leave for work everyone is sleeping and I am about to walk down stairs and Love comes out of her room no shirt on only her pull up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Good mornin Sunshine!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Oh baby...good morning...(giving her the biggest hug) Have a great day today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Ok....Zman Zman Zman time to get up and wets go way in moms bed...come on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And then I leave for work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-536096673445044408?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/536096673445044408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=536096673445044408&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/536096673445044408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/536096673445044408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/10/conversations.html' title='Conversations'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-216939335442329234</id><published>2008-10-06T11:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:29:55.132-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Diego Chargers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret shopper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well this weekend was a R &amp;amp; R weekend. My neighbor and friend who I have mentioned before works for a National Hotel Chain and needed me to be a "Secret Shopper" again. This time I didn't have to shop all my encounters at the hotel rather only room service and the restaurant for breakfast. She did get us set up in a huge room. It was like two rooms together that they made into one room. It had a wet bar, separate couch and living area as well as a King size bed for hubby and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby and Zman did Pitch and Put golf while Love and I relaxed at the poor. Then it started to drizzle so we headed back to the room for a nap. Hubby and Zman went to play video games and Love had ants in her pants so when they came back we all ventured outside. Hubby, Zman and Hannah attempted to ride this 3 person bike which reminded me of a man selling ice cream while riding in this contraption.  Hubby actually lost control and crashed into some rocks...nobody was hurt but it was quite funny. Love just wanted the heck out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We then relaxed in a hot tub which had a warm waterfall running into it...so relaxing. However we couldn't relax because all Love could concentrate on was this little basketball she saw in the pool below. She had asked the pool attendant for one and they were out so when she saw this basketball she had to hab it &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(as Love would say)&lt;/span&gt;...what is it with kids and balls?  She even dared to go up to the lady "mom i go talk to dat lady"  I reply "for what?"..."come wit me"  "No you go, I will watch you". Well she wanted to ask the lady if she could bring the basketball home with her...too cute but she said no...could you believe she turned down my cute, courteous little girl...I mean she said Please!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So then we decided to go upstairs and order room service...$165 dollars later and all FREE we had full tummies and just relaxed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The next morning we got up and had a nice breakfast...again all FREE and then came home to watch our Chargers get their butts kicked by the Dolphins...couldn't believe it...well that is what happens when your team doesn't show up to play...what were they doing???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Zman had some friends over to play some video games and Love had to join in on the fun...but she settled and played dress up in her Cinderella dress and crown "I such a pwetty pincess mom". &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(It sill boggles my mind that my 3 year old comes me Mom...not mommy but mom...or sometimes Mamasita!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After that my fabulous hubby made us Chicken Parmesean for dinner and it was soooo good! I have left overs for my lunch today!  I then ventured upstairs to watch reruns of Sex and The City on Tivo while Hubby and Zman rocked out on Rock Band to unlock more songs...he has his 40th Birthday party this weekend so he is on a roll to have lot's of choices for us to rock out to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Meanwhile I have to get Love in her bed...it's a fight; "i sweep in the extwa room" "No baby in your bed" "please mom just a cuckle minutes". "No Love in your room" "Awww please just a wittle wile?" "No love...now let's brush your teeth"  "and go potty right mom". Then after that she has to ask me another 4 times to sleep in the other room or her brothers room.  I proceed to put her in her bed and I am going to read "Where the Wild Things Are".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-I dont wike that book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me- Yes you do; besides I am reading it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-I wanna read this book &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(pointing to a Clifford book which you really can't read)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Love let's just read this book ok? or no book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;So I read the book, and turn on her night light and then tuck her in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Mom turn off the wights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Will you way by me for a cuckle minutes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(I have to hold myself back from laughing each time she says cuckle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-tickle my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(rubbing her back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-tickle my nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(rubbing her nose)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-tickle my arrrms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(rubbing her arms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-tickle my legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(rubbing her legs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Ok baby it's time for bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Rub my nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-I just did Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-no you did not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Love time for bed, I love you...good night...don't let the bed bugs bite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Good night sunshine!  Mom keep my light on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-No light...close your eyes and go to sleep. You have your night light on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-I give daddy a hug...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Love you gave him one already good night!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-216939335442329234?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/216939335442329234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=216939335442329234&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/216939335442329234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/216939335442329234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-4268501461494080148</id><published>2008-10-03T20:51:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:16:22.549-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handbags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paying It Forward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nahui Ollin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Giving Thanks-Pay It Forward Winner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253095233549072386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SOa-SGb9eAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/weEnibJyp5k/s200/Giveaway1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253095455465572050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SOa-fBI-htI/AAAAAAAAAFE/j4GNsPHbSDA/s200/Giveaway2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And the winner is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253096111642422626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SOa_FNlurWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4hTztl666Uc/s200/giveaway3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Weeksie50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253096375159848594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SOa_UjRLfpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UjdbuBoylAE/s200/giveaway4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253096824263480066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SOa_usT1EwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Mh-Vs61OqCQ/s200/giveaway5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Weeksie50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;won a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nahuiollin.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nahui Ollin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hanmade Wristlet. These are made from candy wrappers. I love all their bags and want a bigger size bag for myself. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hint Hint&lt;/span&gt; Hubby if your reading this. They are so funky and so original. You can click on the link above or go to their website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nahuiollin.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.nahuiollin.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. You will love their original bags!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Zman did the drawing and Love got in on the action by posing with it. They kept reminding me "don't forget about your giveaway". With all that is going on how could I let my peeps down; and besides in a time like this we all could use some good Karma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Please email me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:livinandloving@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;livinandloving@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; with your email address so I can get this right out to you. You will love it. And don't forget to Pay It Forward in anyway you want; it doesn't have to be something you can hold or use...just spread the LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6422184319176370977-4268501461494080148?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/4268501461494080148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=4268501461494080148&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/4268501461494080148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/4268501461494080148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/10/giving-thanks-pay-it-forward-winner.html' title='Giving Thanks-Pay It Forward Winner'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SOa-SGb9eAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/weEnibJyp5k/s72-c/Giveaway1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-3452650310478128221</id><published>2008-10-02T19:48:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:03:37.220-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gotta Love Little Debbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cav Anotha Snack?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-I humgry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-You just ate dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-I still humgry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-You can have one snack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;So she brings me the Fall Festive Debbie Cakes and I give her one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Here just one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Why about the oder one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Take it or nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Meanwhile Hubby is sick so he is heating up soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Whatcha got there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Oh I lob soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby-You do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Uh huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;So he gives her a couple of slurps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Meanwhile she sees the other Little Debbie Cake sitting next to me as I am on the couch and haven't put it away yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-Oh I hab that...the oder one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-No you just had a snack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-But I so hungryyyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me-Fine...eat it and get a big tummy ache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love-What...I not get a big tummy ake Mom...I hab a little tummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-3452650310478128221?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/3452650310478128221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=3452650310478128221&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/3452650310478128221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/3452650310478128221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/10/cav-anotha-snack.html' title='Cav Anotha Snack?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-4299662992962702931</id><published>2008-10-01T21:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:56:57.566-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Scared...Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We can't control what happens in life; we can only react and learn from what happens. We ask ourselves what if? What if I waited the additional 10 minutes before I left? What if I didn't leave the office at all? These thoughts run through my head but in the end only God knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I truly believe in all my being that God has a plan for all of us. The joys we experience, the pain we overcome teaches us something in the end. I believe that everything happens for a reason. We don't always know but God does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The strange thing is I had a strong feeling the other day I would be involved in a car accident. I brushed it off thinking maybe it was the commericals on tv I was seeing, reading the news about accidents that have happened in our area or just that I am scared to death of accidents. Your life can change in a split second. When I had the thought it sent chills through my body; but I brushed it off. I felt it was my mind playing tricks on me. It was something I had saw or read which was the reason I was feeling these "preminitions".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Was it God talking to me? What was he saying? Was I to go through this ordeal for some reason? Was I to take something out of it? Was I to lose something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was raised Baptist. I chose to be baptised when I was 13 right around the same time my parents were going through a divorce. My mom during this ordeal was trying to find the "right Church"...we tried several. Through the years I went less and less but always knew God was with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I met my husband who was Catholic but not the "practicing Catholic" I guess you could say. I wanted to learn about new faiths. I didn't quite know the difference between all the religions. What I did know was of a higher being; God. Someone who created this beautiful place we live in. Someone who created us; perfectly developed individuals all unique in our own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know he has a path for me, my husband and my kids...not to mention the people he brings into our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know he will guide me and all I can do is let him take the wheel...but yet I am scared...why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This accident has truly allowed me to "be in the moment". Appreciate what is and not what I want. Everything else will fall into place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-4299662992962702931?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/4299662992962702931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=4299662992962702931&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/4299662992962702931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/4299662992962702931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/10/scaredwhy.html' title='Scared...Why?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-625558784757658917</id><published>2008-10-01T11:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:14:03.065-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banged up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insurance companies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dodge charger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor visits'/><title type='text'>Lil Banged Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was in a car accident yesterday. Some lady decided to bend down to pick up something &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(someone who worked for the fire dept who appeared to be on duty at that...shouldn't she know better???)&lt;/span&gt; while going about 45 mph and rammed into me while I was waiting at a light. I am at home now healing through the pain and going through this grueling process of doctor appointments, insurance companies etc etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I thank God for watching over me as I was able to walk out of the hospital and come home to my family. I am very sore today with some neck pain and my left arm is swollen with some brusing but I won't know the extent of my injuries until my follow up appointment with my doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My spirit is a little saddened and I am really scared to drive right now but I will pull through. God was with me yesterday. Now I am trying to figure out the gift or lesson learned in this ordeal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I will post more later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-625558784757658917?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/625558784757658917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=625558784757658917&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/625558784757658917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/625558784757658917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/10/lil-banged-up.html' title='Lil Banged Up'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-3652319128698593408</id><published>2008-09-29T10:04:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:07:38.786-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SODgoP53dcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/e1Deh5Ms6Jg/s1600-h/Kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251444147582629314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SODgoP53dcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/e1Deh5Ms6Jg/s320/Kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;**ETA below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love my kids...I have the best kids in the whole wide world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(as Love would say "yer the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; mom in the hole wide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;werld&lt;/span&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They color together, they play outside together, the watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; together, they take a bath together when mommy just wants a break! Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zman&lt;/span&gt; for always helping your mom and dad and being a great brother...you are always eager to help and even when you don't feel like it you do. When we want to sleep in a little bit on Sunday morning you offer to make your own breakfast...and eggs at that...you wanted daddy to teach you so you could do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to thankful that no matter what happens or how bad of a day I have or if I am just feeling down; I have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; kids and a greatest sexiest hubby who takes care of us all!!! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wuv&lt;/span&gt; you guys!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PS Also giving Thanks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dearalib.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; sent me cute pair of earrings that I won during a "Pay It Forward Give Away". So in keeping with the theme &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(as I truly believe in Karma)&lt;/span&gt;...post a comment giving reasons why you are thankful and I will have Zman and Love draw a name on Friday! Then once you receive your gift; you will need to pay it forward because we need more love and gratitude during these hard times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Special Note: The gift will not be a gift I made because let's face it folks...I am not crafty nor do I cook...so just be thankful for your present!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also if you post about this "Pay It Forward" giveaway on your blog and leave a comment stating so... well good golly you will get another entry!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;**ETA-My son Zman has a blog; he loves Club Penguin...I just checked out his blog today and you have to read the post about his sister and his dog...gosh I could just eat him up. Check &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://halo85penguin.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; out and show some LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422184319176370977-3652319128698593408?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/3652319128698593408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=3652319128698593408&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/3652319128698593408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422184319176370977/posts/default/3652319128698593408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/2008/09/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789958006196667045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SMF-z3bCFyI/AAAAAAAAACs/fgh29DbWP0A/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SODgoP53dcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/e1Deh5Ms6Jg/s72-c/Kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422184319176370977.post-617674509837431108</id><published>2008-09-26T13:30:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:34:45.149-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sugar Busters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Show and Tell'/><title type='text'>Show and Tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SN0cUKCLuCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5cKN7rjUQho/s1600-h/Sugar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250383873200338978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzE723pB1II/SN0cUKCLuCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5cKN7rjUQho/s320/Sugar.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My husband calls me at work today and informed me that Love has Show and Tell at school and guess what she brought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ofcourse I had no idea considering it could have been anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she brought her Sugar Busters Book...I couldnt' believe it...but so Love. She got this book at my aunt's house about a year ago and won't let me get rid of it. Love is only 3 so she has no idea &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(that I know of)&lt;/span&gt; what it's about but insists it's her book and her aunt gave it to her...she pretends to read it..."you got ta eat healfy foods mom".&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/6422184319176370977-617674509837431108?l=livinandloving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/feeds/617674509837431108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6422184319176370977&amp;postID=617674509837431108&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><
