<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 00:04:58 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Two Girls For Mama</title><description></description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>241</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-8574036276733980578</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 23:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T15:21:07.179-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Family</category><title>It ain't shorts weather no more</title><description>Last night I attended a school board meeting right after work. My kids attend a private school where they wear uniforms.&amp;nbsp; One&amp;nbsp;of the benefits to kids when their parents attend school meetings is they get free dress the next day. That's huge to uniform kids I'm tellin ya.&amp;nbsp; So I call hubby&amp;nbsp;requesting he inform the girls they get free dress tomorrow and could they please pick out their outfits tonight.&amp;nbsp; Free dress mornings can get quite hectic and I thank gawd all the time I have 2 girls in uniforms.&amp;nbsp; Oh the Drama!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get home last night after they're in bed (hence the phone request)&amp;nbsp;make their lunches, etc and settle in for the night.&amp;nbsp; A &lt;strike&gt;few &lt;/strike&gt;couple of glasses later I hit the hay.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mornings comes way too damn early.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go into small childs room to wake her up and notice she's chosen shorts for her free dress outfit.&amp;nbsp; Um, it's been in the 30's at night and doesn't get out of the 60's during the day.&amp;nbsp; Granted, this child is impervious to the cold, but as a parent who knows only to well how the school staff and other parents will frown on my parenting skills, I must insist she choose pants. I do have a&lt;strike&gt; facade&lt;/strike&gt; reputation to keep up you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think that went over?&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawna cries NO!&amp;nbsp; I want shorts!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't wear shorts Shawna. It's winter time and way too cold for shorts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want shorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm throwing out pants ideas and she ain't buying it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember I purchased some used pants in her size off ebay. I had them in the laundry room to wash before I gave them to her but we had an emergency situation here. I dismissed the fact there might be &lt;strike&gt;invsisible germs&lt;/strike&gt; anything to worry about&amp;nbsp;and ran downstairs to retrieve them. They're cute with flowers or shells down the leg.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawna, do you want to wear these new &lt;strike&gt;used&lt;/strike&gt; jeans I got you?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem averted.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I'm good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036253476200281195-8574036276733980578?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-aint-shorts-weather-no-more.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-3399424317542640840</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 01:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-13T17:23:18.167-08:00</atom:updated><title>Impressions</title><description>I recently left a comment&amp;nbsp;on another bloggers post. This very likable person is being told she's intimidating and not approachable, when she herself feels she's the complete opposite. What makes someone think your one way or another way?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my comment about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it depends on where I am and what's on my mind at the time that gives a person an impression of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband says I carry a "mean mug" on my face. I've known people all my life who said when they first met me they thought I was a bitch. There are times I'm in deep thought or not in the mood to socialize. It must show on my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I am approached ALL the time in places because apparently I look like someone who is willing to help or give guidance or give directions. I'm also very willing and do chat it up with strangers. I will try to make someone who looks uncomfortable, more comfortable by smiling at them and engaging them. Not all the time mind you, just when I'm in that frame of mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am considered by many a social butterfly at work. Very bubbly and silly. I can also be serious and stern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm any one type of person. And I don't know how I could change who I am either. It's just naturally me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036253476200281195-3399424317542640840?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/11/impressions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-7911956230118097131</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 23:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T17:15:48.363-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>camping</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Vacation</category><title>November 2009 Mt. Madonna</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've updated my blog to be able to post bigger pictures. I'm still playing around with the template and formats so it may continue to change. Thanks for being patient. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past weekend my family, friends and I ventured once again to Mount Madonna Park here in N. California. It's near Gilroy (for you garlic lovers). Gilroy is the garlic capital. &lt;em&gt;Yes it is. The air even smells like garlic for miles and miles during harvest months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a travel trailer so we tend to camp year round.&amp;nbsp;This&amp;nbsp;past weekend we&amp;nbsp;lucked out with crisp but clear weather. We had some rain last year but afterall, it is November.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My oldest daughter, Paula, brought along her BFF from school. Our friends, who we often camp with,&amp;nbsp;came along with their 1 daughter. &lt;em&gt;(and a teenage son too but he kept a low profile)&lt;/em&gt; The 4 girls together worked out great. 3 girls tends to lead to arguments. &lt;em&gt;My girls fight over the 3rd child because they want all her attention.&amp;nbsp; It's annoying.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is poor Rosie feeling captive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030440.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 480px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 640px;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The girls found a log for the fire. uh huh.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030424.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 480px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 640px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was the backside of our trailer where most of the "camping" occurred.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;J.D, Haley's dad, is leading them in a dance routine from the MP3 player.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Step to the right (clap clap) Step to the left (clap clap)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030444.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 480px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 640px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 little monkeys sitting in a tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030450.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 480px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 640px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We went on a serious hike. 1.5 miles was down hill but then 1.5 miles was up hill. OMG we were all so tired. Our legs hurt from climbing but it was worth it in the end. Rosie was off leash the entire time and loved being able to run free. &lt;em&gt;(Born free.......can't you hear it?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030456.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 480px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 640px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We saw banana slugs on our hike. They're super fun looking. I held a couple of them.&amp;nbsp; Two of the girls would touch them.&amp;nbsp; Kind of looks like a used condom.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030454.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 480px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 640px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See. Take a look at the slope of this path. STEEP people. I'm the one in the far back.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I wasn't there the entire time.&amp;nbsp; We all sort of rotated.&amp;nbsp; In the end though I was carrying several sweatshirts and a bag Paula's friend brought with a heavy binder full of paper. Because you never know when you'll want to write something amazing on a long hike.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030467.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 640px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 480px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had excitement on our camping trip. Well, I didn't. I was taking a nap. But when Todd and JD went to fetch firewood &lt;em&gt;(because the long log just wasn't gonna work)&lt;/em&gt; they were told the road was closed due to a car fire. Luckily we weren't being evacuated. No one was hurt and thankfully the fire didn't spread to the trees. Todd ran down the path to take pictures. I think the car is totalled.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030484.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 480px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 640px;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The girls get in some hula hoopin' time. And yes, Shawna is digging into her shirt for reasons I don't know. Look how non-chalant Paula is with her arms crossed. &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030489.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 480px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 640px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are White Fallow Deer kept in a pen at the rangers station. I took the girls there &lt;em&gt;(because they were driving us nuts so I wanted them to do something other than drive us all crazy)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt; We fed them grass but then later read the info board and saw we shouldn't feed them. Oops.&amp;nbsp; Below is a beautiful buck posing nicely for me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030492.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 480px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 640px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shawna stands in front of the doe. One licked her hand. She was soo thrilled.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030497.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 480px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 640px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About the deer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030491.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 480px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 640px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My sweet Paula picking grass for the deer. (shhh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Mt%20Madonna%20Nov%202009/P1030499.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 640px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 480px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for looking! I have some fun videos to put on here, but I'm lame so that might take me awhile &lt;em&gt;(years).&lt;/em&gt; Check back because it might be here someday. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036253476200281195-7911956230118097131?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-2009-mt-madonna.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-238933448832433876</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 01:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T17:22:18.002-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Paula</category><title>My oldest has braces</title><description>Today my oldest achieved a major milestone. She got braces and couldn't be happier. I don't know what is up with kids these days. They WANT glasses and WANT braces. As a child I HAD glasses and HAD braces but never wanted either. Of course the color choices back in the stone age didn't measure up to today's wide array of colors. Paula has 2 shades of purple ties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SvDWJAE4w0I/AAAAAAAAAsA/sI_5EXeqd9s/s1600-h/Paula+Braces+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SvDWJAE4w0I/AAAAAAAAAsA/sI_5EXeqd9s/s320/Paula+Braces+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400051403344888642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036253476200281195-238933448832433876?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-oldest-has-braces.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SvDWJAE4w0I/AAAAAAAAAsA/sI_5EXeqd9s/s72-c/Paula+Braces+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-4036930896552306180</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 23:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-30T17:17:04.154-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Giving</category><title>The Starfish Story</title><description>Many years ago I learned of a wonderful organization called &lt;a href="http://www.familygivingtree.org/"&gt;The Family Giving Tree&lt;/a&gt;. Their mission "is to provide the exact holiday wish, or a backpack filled with school supplies, to those children in the most need in our communities while striving to inspire the values of kindness, philanthropy and volunteerism. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us may not realize how many children go to school without even a pencil. How fun do you think kindergarten would be without crayons? A kindergarten teacher working in a low income school knows what it's like not to have crayons. She literally cried when receiving backpacks for her kids because she could now plan activities using crayons. I was surprised when I heard that. I mean, I've been working with this organization for years. Certainly a school has a way to fund crayons? Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of a story I've heard a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Starfish Story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once a man was walking along a beach. The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day. Off in the distance he could see a person going back and forth between the surf's edge and and the beach. Back and forth this person went. As the man approached he could see that there were hundreds of starfish stranded on the sand as the result of the natural action of the tide. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The man was stuck by the the apparent futility of the task. There were far too many starfish. Many of them were sure to perish. As he approached the person continued the task of picking up starfish one by one and throwing them into the surf. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As he came up to the person he said, "You must be crazy. There are thousands of miles of beach covered with starfish. You can't possibly make a difference." The person looked at the man. He then stooped down and pick up one more starfish and threw it back into the ocean. He turned back to the man and said, "It sure made a difference to that one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post some touching letters this organization put on their Facebook page. These letters are from the children who received brand new backpacks with brand new supplies. It made a different to that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/Sut8fgQKIWI/AAAAAAAAAr4/IZkfYeMj4Ds/s1600-h/backpack+letter+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398545459009167714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/Sut8fgQKIWI/AAAAAAAAAr4/IZkfYeMj4Ds/s320/backpack+letter+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/Sut8fbU5s1I/AAAAAAAAArw/IyrrFuFHj2I/s1600-h/backpack+letter+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398545457686885202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/Sut8fbU5s1I/AAAAAAAAArw/IyrrFuFHj2I/s320/backpack+letter+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/Sut8fLMjAkI/AAAAAAAAAro/o63zxyM50o0/s1600-h/Backpack+letter+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398545453356876354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/Sut8fLMjAkI/AAAAAAAAAro/o63zxyM50o0/s320/Backpack+letter+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.familygivingtree.org/ &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/9036253476200281195-4036930896552306180?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/10/starfish-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/Sut8fgQKIWI/AAAAAAAAAr4/IZkfYeMj4Ds/s72-c/backpack+letter+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-639912967377799330</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 22:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T10:06:18.474-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Friends</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>cabo</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Vacation</category><title>Vignettes of Cabo ~ October 2009</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My friend of over 15 years and I went on a week long trip to Baja California also known as Cabo. We had a fabulous time together. I've attached some pictures down below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vignettes of Cabo ~ October 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. While casually walking back to the resort swinging her hands, the water bottle Sandra held flies out of her hand, thru the air landing in a ditch in the street. The width of the ditch was so narrow, you couldn't have made the shot if you tried. Since it is pitch black in the ditch Sandra yells for help. HELP. A strange man appears. However, she chooses to get the bottle herself. Sandra removes her shoes to wade thru the mud to retrieve the worlds smallest bottle of water. All the while, Kim stands on the sidelines laughing hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. While in town visiting a popular destination known as Cabo Wabo, Kim and Sandra are approached by a cute blue eyed guy who calls himself Tom. Tom is smitten by Kim so he proceeds to buy them drinks to keep them there. They oblige. A set of cute guys sit behind them. The tall skinny guy who turned 40 invites them back to their resort that night, but they don't take them up on their offer. Instead, they head back to their own resort where Kim starts working on #3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kim takes a serious approach to getting out of timeshare spiels by concocting a never before had condition, known only to others, and gets a ride via ambulance in a major tropical storm to the Mexican hospital where mystery meds are put into her body. She spends the entire day resting (stoned) on drugs. She is on vacation after all. She receives a $4000 bill, more drugs and slippers for her trouble but still had to go to timeshare presentation. They are ruthless people after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Brewhoe the horse trots quickly in an attempt to take first position over the other horse ridden by Kim named Toy Story, and his master Martin (pronounced Marteen). "I know the way!" Sadly, Brewhoe is squeezed back into his pre-determined position by his master. Can't blame him for trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Playa Grande Resort thought long and hard about how to confuse their patrons. We prefer to think of it that way rather than the patrons just being confused. Elevators at the Ridge, a private section of the resort, are a never-ending sense of amusement. 2 is really 1 and 4 is out. Sometimes 3 is the required number to get out but yet again, sometimes 2 gets you out. It all depends on which elevator you choose. In addition, they created walkways that lead to no where. Ceilings go lower and lower like a fun house taking you to a dead end. Take the 2nd floor elevator from the lobby to the 3rd floor. Walk 1/4 mile down one hill and up another hill to yet another elevator on the 4th floor. Walk down the breezeway to another elevator where you can get to the main lobby on the 2nd floor that cannot be accessed any other way. Getting out of the resort on our first try will forever be our goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you want to fly to and from Cabo and choose American Airlines, you'll be happy to know that not only do you get to visit Cabo, but you'll visit Dallas and L.A. as well. On the brighter side, you get a lot of extra miles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When you observe a group of people sitting around the outside of a Jacuzzi instead of enjoying the warmth inside of it, one might reconsider the action of walking directly into the said Jacuzzi since the temperature might be 109 degrees. Don’t mind the skin hanging from her body as she exits the water at lightening speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bar menu at Cabo Wabo, owned by Sammy Hagar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St407UBDXVI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Cd1knQBl_QA/s1600-h/P1030262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394807597226483026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St407UBDXVI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Cd1knQBl_QA/s320/P1030262.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sandra trying to get a picture with Cabo Wabo in the background. Kim found this very amusing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394807610317785426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St408EyQyVI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Jy8jDzn3HCY/s320/P1030264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone else took our picture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St5A9NxqmkI/AAAAAAAAAqM/GrPt3pvivz0/s1600-h/P1030265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394820824050604610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St5A9NxqmkI/AAAAAAAAAqM/GrPt3pvivz0/s320/P1030265.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim has chest pains so she gets a ride in an ambulance to a Mexican hospital. Here she is being pampered by the paramedics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SunLBM4jVzI/AAAAAAAAAq4/8JHcc-1VvpU/s1600-h/cabo+kim+hospital+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398068849878980402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SunLBM4jVzI/AAAAAAAAAq4/8JHcc-1VvpU/s320/cabo+kim+hospital+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sandra following Kim who is on the gourney.  Smile!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SunLAzxuxNI/AAAAAAAAAqw/KWmuoOQTB6k/s1600-h/Cabo+Kim+hospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398068843139482834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SunLAzxuxNI/AAAAAAAAAqw/KWmuoOQTB6k/s320/Cabo+Kim+hospital.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 3 day tropical storm was amazing. 90 degree weather and tons of rain. This is one of the clouds about to unleash itself on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394807636021082802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St409kiZ-rI/AAAAAAAAAnk/8Q7aaFWYyE4/s320/P1030270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apple tart dessert at Galeons Italian restaurant in Cabo. Delic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St40-aPlghI/AAAAAAAAAns/p8y4uiCQKFE/s1600-h/P1030273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394807650437661202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St40-aPlghI/AAAAAAAAAns/p8y4uiCQKFE/s320/P1030273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sandra and Kim at Galeons. I left feeling like a weeble wobble. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394807984548852994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St41R255tQI/AAAAAAAAAn0/GsRLtAimFp8/s320/P1030279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;City lights from our balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St4_bHg15kI/AAAAAAAAAqE/RjshpTlEyME/s1600-h/P1030284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394819138742249026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St4_bHg15kI/AAAAAAAAAqE/RjshpTlEyME/s320/P1030284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim rides Toy Story, I ride Brewhoe. (spelled differently I'm sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St41UEI27TI/AAAAAAAAAoM/AqE2lgf1P4k/s1600-h/P1030301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394808022460984626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St41UEI27TI/AAAAAAAAAoM/AqE2lgf1P4k/s320/P1030301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394808036940745250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St41U6FGiiI/AAAAAAAAAoU/35J9mFzW6Z4/s320/P1030307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This one one helluva large cacti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394808436223712498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St41sJhlHPI/AAAAAAAAAok/vYTXZ71Xge8/s320/P1030323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mexican saddle horns are huge. Had to take a picture of it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394808456098768306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St41tTkKZbI/AAAAAAAAAo0/uqXmoma20N0/s320/P1030327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desert sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394808424225056962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St41rc04KMI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ypY5bxiqyws/s320/P1030309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looks like a good place for tires&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St41sqMnNJI/AAAAAAAAAos/0S7iSVJ0SZ8/s1600-h/P1030324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394808444994139282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St41sqMnNJI/AAAAAAAAAos/0S7iSVJ0SZ8/s320/P1030324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More cactus&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394808469491283730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St41uFdL9xI/AAAAAAAAAo8/R10glT7fhdc/s320/P1030328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We zip lined. Fun Fun fun!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St49vYZaSFI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Zsh1FaYLyTA/s1600-h/P1030331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394817287848609874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St49vYZaSFI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Zsh1FaYLyTA/s320/P1030331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St4-ZhAvvQI/AAAAAAAAAp8/YWvepSDeBj8/s1600-h/P1030330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394818011715583234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St4-ZhAvvQI/AAAAAAAAAp8/YWvepSDeBj8/s320/P1030330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St42FOOf4NI/AAAAAAAAApE/VfhTGCL652w/s1600-h/P1030330.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 days of tropical storms caused the desert to turn a beautiful green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St42G7tGQII/AAAAAAAAApU/exLRuFmhmwE/s1600-h/P1030334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394808896370393218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St42G7tGQII/AAAAAAAAApU/exLRuFmhmwE/s320/P1030334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday night a Mexican rodeo group came to our resort for a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St42HpA0wOI/AAAAAAAAApc/pDAuWWRqXas/s1600-h/P1030348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394808908532728034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St42HpA0wOI/AAAAAAAAApc/pDAuWWRqXas/s320/P1030348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I returned home my kids were of course thrilled to see me. I opened a package I received and Shawna promptly turned the box into a toy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St42IOGsWkI/AAAAAAAAApk/u3DM4k9Zwzk/s1600-h/P1030349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394808918489455170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St42IOGsWkI/AAAAAAAAApk/u3DM4k9Zwzk/s320/P1030349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These flowers were delivered to my work as a thank you gift from Kim. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Thank you for the trip man!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St42RHQMgYI/AAAAAAAAAps/7vmMXSbOHB8/s1600-h/P1030352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394809071269085570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St42RHQMgYI/AAAAAAAAAps/7vmMXSbOHB8/s320/P1030352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036253476200281195-639912967377799330?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type='video/mp4' url='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fc46eea18914405e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/10/vignettes-of-cabo-october-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/St407UBDXVI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Cd1knQBl_QA/s72-c/P1030262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-7449394148015082528</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 21:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-28T14:16:55.065-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Family</category><title>Interesting Family Cont~</title><description>Awhile back I wrote a post about my &lt;a href="http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2008/12/interesting-family-members.html"&gt;cousin who is in prison&lt;/a&gt;. He was wrongfully accused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently learned that some very famous people wanted to do a movie on his story. I don't know why, but my cousin turned them down. According to his sister, in 1994 Robert DiNiro, Al Pacino and Val Kilmer all went to see him along with Michael Mann the producer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SsEmWGhSKpI/AAAAAAAAAmc/psntzkI9eEI/s1600-h/Tommy+&amp;amp;+Robert+DiNero+1994.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SsEmWGhSKpI/AAAAAAAAAmc/psntzkI9eEI/s1600-h/Tommy+&amp;amp;+Robert+DiNero+1994.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386628790461016722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SsEmWGhSKpI/AAAAAAAAAmc/psntzkI9eEI/s400/Tommy+%26+Robert+DiNero+1994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How cool is that?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036253476200281195-7449394148015082528?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/09/interesting-family-cont.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SsEmWGhSKpI/AAAAAAAAAmc/psntzkI9eEI/s72-c/Tommy+%26+Robert+DiNero+1994.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-7882030515568954991</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 21:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-23T14:21:48.863-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>sucky</category><title>Sucky</title><description>Today approximately 30 employees were layed off from my company from our IT group.  One of them is someone I really like very much.  She's a wealth of information, friendly, funny, has the greatest laugh ever, helps me A LOT and has been here 14 years.   I've been here 10 years. We've known each other a long time.  She scrapbooks her vacations. She's a very good scrapbooker. She brings her new scrapbooks around to show us what she's done and the trip she took.  She just invited me to a scrapbook convention thingy taking place in Sacramento, but it's the weekend I leave for Cabo so I can't go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been crying pretty much ever since she found out this morning.  She admits she had a feeling it could happen but she was still surprised and unprepared.  She gets 21 weeks of severance.  Even that may not be enough time to find a new job here in Silicon Valley.  It's a mess out there.  Just a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really going to miss her.  :0(    This is so sucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top that off, my other friend here who'se been at this company 7 years is leaving for a new job she found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna suck around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036253476200281195-7882030515568954991?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/09/sucky.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-3194472787985053857</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 21:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-21T14:31:32.795-07:00</atom:updated><title>Stained Glass Artistry</title><description>&lt;div&gt;My uncle is a stained glass artist. He's been doing it for 30 years or more. How cool is it to have talent in some artistic form. This is a photo of one of his pieces.  Ain't it rockin?!  &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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SrfwcTljkTI/AAAAAAAAAl8/0NLkYgLMU6o/s1600-h/demartinifishfina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384036248629514546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SrfwcTljkTI/AAAAAAAAAl8/0NLkYgLMU6o/s400/demartinifishfina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036253476200281195-3194472787985053857?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/09/stained-glass-artistry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SrfwcTljkTI/AAAAAAAAAl8/0NLkYgLMU6o/s72-c/demartinifishfina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-7663902279014296347</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 22:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-18T16:07:50.894-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bullet points are my life lately</title><description>I have so many things going on right now that bullet points have become my life.  Below are things I'm doing, thinking about, worrying about, or need to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm not a millionaire.  Damn it.  The 24 super lotto tickets we purchased last week didn't even win $1.  So much for 9/9/09 being lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  After school activities may cause my hair to fall out.  Oh wait, my hair is already falling out. &lt;br /&gt;I have Small child in Daisy's one a month and now cheerleading twice a week.  Older child wants to do &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;.  Piano, basketball, volleyball, choir. &lt;br /&gt;I have signed her up for church choir every Monday and now volleyball, which we don't really know the schedule yet.  Once volleyball ends basketball begins. Piano is out. We don't even &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;a piano.  Then she suggested guitar.  I gave her a blank stare.  Todd is worried because even in 3rd grade homework is taking longer.  It should only take 30-45 minutes but he likes to separate the kids because they concentrate better alone so it's more like an hour or more.  I'm not even home from work until after homework is done (smart ain't I?) so I can't help out much.  We'll play this by ear and see how sports/activities impact school work, or more to the point, my marriage.  Live and learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I lost another 2.5 lbs this week. I'm down in the 146 zone now.  Woohoo!  That's huge for me.&lt;br /&gt;4 weeks until Cabo.  I have got to drop another 5lbs or more.  My friend who I'm going with is really pretty and skinny.  It sucks to be around pretty &amp;amp; skinny people when you feel like a blob.  Women, you know what I'm talkin' about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.   I have a classmate from high school who is deathly ill. I'm not close to her but she's on my Facebook so I see her progress.  I feel so bad for her.  I really hope she recovers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  On Tuesday I participated on my first school board. I'm the new Secretary on our board. I had to type minutes like a mad woman.  It was a little hairy at first but I found my groove.  I had to go onto the Internet the next day to clarify some things I heard but didn't know how to spell. Gotta luv that Internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My husband, daughter's and my Oldest's BFF are camping right now. They had an in-service day so Todd took off work.  I'll be meeting them up there after work.  Traffic will SUCK.  We're camping at a new campground (new to us) in the redwoods near Scotts Valley, CA. It's supposed to be a hot weekend so I'm hoping the trees and swimming pool work to our advantage.  Also, this is the first time BFF has ever been camping in her whole life. I'm excited for her to be able to experience something so fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  My cars brakes still need to be done.  Where are the fix it gremlins when you need them? What was that movie with Jessica Lang where the little alien flying things fixed everything? I need them.  Short Circuit I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I know so many people with birthday's today.  New year's eve babies I think yes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I wrote an anonymous letter to my neighbors about their barking little dog.  It barks constantly in the AM when they leave for work.  It's even woken us up.  I wrote a nice letter so hopefully they take care of it.  I can see into their backyard from my upstairs window. The dog runs around barking for no reason other than it's retarded.  No offense to the really retarded people.  Their yard is full of crap that it's like a dump back there.  Some of my neighbors are totol pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done.  Have a fantastic weekend everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036253476200281195-7663902279014296347?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/09/bullet-points-are-my-life-lately.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-5084575607794562445</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-09T18:10:17.082-07:00</atom:updated><title>A quick list of my life lately</title><description>So what is going on in my life lately? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Rental dogs will finally be separated.  The Pres of the rescue has decided that the poodle/bichon mix can go stay somewhere else.  That will help me tremendously.  The two rental dogs together are a team to be reckoned with.  Rosie, my dog, plays with Rental dog rat terrier so we'll keep her. Only, she's the hyper one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I have a Daisy meeting tonight for just the adults.  Daisy's are Jr. Girl Scouts.  I hope they have wine.  I'm a leader on paper for the 1st grade troop. I was sort of horn-swaggled into agreeing to be a leader. I suck at that stuff.  I didn't attend one meeting last year.  But, if I wanted my youngest child to be a Daisy someone needed to be a leader of her troop. Thankfully the cadet troop is running the program so really, all I have to do is provide forms and crap.  I can sort of do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   23 employees and myself all put in $1 for the Super Lotto Plus lottery here in CA so I got 24 quick picks today.  It's up to $23M.  I figured since it's 09/09/09 that maybe that brings a bit of luck.  If we win the entire finance group (well, not all) will be missing tomorrow.  Sweet!  I hope it happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  My car desperately needs the brake drums turned. They grind and the car shakes at stops.  It's a Honda Odyssey and every 40K miles this happens.  I already had this done once. My old boss had a Honda Pilot. They use the same chassis as the Odyssey and he had the same problem.  The van now has 80k plus miles. I'm stalling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Shawna went to the dentist yesterday and got a clean bill of teeth.  Her lower center tooth is wiggly. Her first loose tooth!!!  She can't wait for it to fall out. She even requested corn on the cob. Too funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I really need to pee right now so I'm going to end this post.  Have a great one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036253476200281195-5084575607794562445?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/09/quick-list-of-my-life-lately.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-3243222830307263799</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 01:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-08T19:10:56.925-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>camping</category><title>Labor Day Weekend Camping</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know how much my regular readers (all 1 of you) enjoy my camping stories. This past weekend my family and I went to Santa Cruz to a KOA campground. For those of you non-camping folks, KOA's are campgrounds which are usually pet friendly and located all over the Unites States. They boast about clean bathrooms, pizza delivered to your campsite, activities for kids and other fun things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we had to bring Rental Dogs with us. We have 2 foster dogs living with us besides our own dog. Rental dogs barked and whined a hell of a lot so they spent a good amount of their time crated in the trailer. Hmmmmph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest went on a mechanical bull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/LaborDayPaulabull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/LaborDayPaulabull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest rock climbed. Yes in her bathing suit. What do you rock climb in?? &lt;a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/LaborDayShawnarock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/LaborDayShawnarock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some Dead Man's Diving going on at the pool area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/LaborDayShawnawater-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 479px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 639px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/LaborDayShawnawater-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed many hours inside the dog corral because as my husband referred to me, I was the Dog Whisperer. They were only quiet (and then not even) if I sat in there with them. A few men came by joking, wondering if I was in a time out or was my husband going to let me out. &lt;a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/LABORDAYSANDRAROSIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/LABORDAYSANDRAROSIE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula and I also rode banana bikes together. For $5 you can rent them for 30 minutes or $8 for an hour. Thank Gawd we only rented them for 30 minutes. See her, not even sweating?! Yeah, that was NOT me. I could barely go down the stairs of the trailer after I was done. #suckstogetold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/LABORDAYPAULABANANABIKE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/LABORDAYPAULABANANABIKE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We met some fun new friends&lt;a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/LaborDaytrailer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/LaborDaytrailer.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly there was Rental Dog.  He's one of two.  This is one happy camper. Too bad he's not going camping with us again. In two weeks when we go camping again, he and his partner in crime are going to doggy daycare for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/LABORDAYMARLON.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 640px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/LABORDAYMARLON.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&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/9036253476200281195-3243222830307263799?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-weekend-camping.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-3577985844382898044</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 22:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T15:39:18.714-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>concert</category><title>Def Leppard ROCKS!</title><description>Yesterday I attended a Def Leppard concert. For those of you who are either too young, too old, or just live under a rock they're an 80's rock band.  A Kick ass 80's rock band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mid to late 80's I was 16.  I had a power blue '66 Mustang with a kick ASS stereo system and gold Enkie rims.  Guys asked me if the mustang belonged to my boyfriend. HA!  I loved to play Def Leppard and blast it to annoy all the cars around me. The base in their songs is hard and so awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I rocked OUT.  There was a small bummer because the lead singer had laryngitis.  You could still hear him but his voice sounded raw.  I was just thrilled he didn't cancel on us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, too all you Def Leppard fans I say this... Gunter glieben glauten globen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036253476200281195-3577985844382898044?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/09/def-leppard-rocks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-7291633763911885761</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 00:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-21T17:38:15.178-07:00</atom:updated><title>Back to school shopping</title><description>Last night I ran to Walmart to tackle the 2009-2010 School Supply List I've had since June. &lt;em&gt;(like any of you shopped in June for your kids school supplies.  heh)&lt;/em&gt;  My school had a pre-order your kids school supplies form before school ended.  I didn't sign up. I'm sure I had a great reason at the time.  Wish I knew because next June I'm signing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Walmart. Many of the hot items are gone.  Big Pink erasers. Gone.  70 sheet spiral notebooks. gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, my kids school has teachers who prefer Prang watercolors over Crayola (what every friggin store carries!) so I called Aaron Brothers Art and Framing store and Mike (my new love) has several. I told him to put them aside and I'll be there tonight for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else couldn't I find? Well, since you asked, I couldn't find flash cards. Paula needs division and multiplication flash cards this year for 3rd grade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out again tonight with all the other last minute shoppers.  It's like Christmas Eve out there right now.  School isles are packed.  It's ugly. Don't go out there if you can help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036253476200281195-7291633763911885761?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-school-shopping.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-2055915405954877090</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 20:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-14T14:01:47.759-07:00</atom:updated><title>homemade tampons</title><description>&lt;div&gt;I have a friend who is very Martha Stuart-y. She pickles and jars food. She sews stuff. To me that is very MS-y since I don't do any of that. Her latest craze is sewing handmade reusable menstrual pads.  They're really nice actually. She's got all sorts of fabric with different patterns. She has a wildlife theme, french country and even a chamo one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aren't these cute?? Okay, maybe not cute, but you get what I'm saying. &lt;em&gt;(just nod and agree with me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SoXPYbQbMBI/AAAAAAAAAlU/hFwvSNyYZ4w/s1600-h/handmade+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369926149249642514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SoXPYbQbMBI/AAAAAAAAAlU/hFwvSNyYZ4w/s400/handmade+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SoXPY7xN-tI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wu_htHEEsOc/s1600-h/handmade+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369926157977123538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SoXPY7xN-tI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wu_htHEEsOc/s400/handmade+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SoXPXwf9B4I/AAAAAAAAAlM/qxx8e3WAFFc/s1600-h/handmade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369926137772050306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SoXPXwf9B4I/AAAAAAAAAlM/qxx8e3WAFFc/s400/handmade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What kinda gives me the heeeby jeebies is something else she found on Etsy.com that she may embark on. Reusable washable tampons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swear to Gawd.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look here &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=29249092&amp;amp;ref=sr_gallery_20&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=tampon+&amp;amp;ga_search_type=handmade&amp;amp;ga_page=&amp;amp;order=date_desc&amp;amp;includes%5b%5d=tags&amp;amp;includes%5b%5d=title"&gt;Cotton and bamboo tampons&lt;/a&gt; and even here &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=29095311&amp;amp;ref=sr_gallery_4&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=tampon+&amp;amp;ga_search_type=handmade&amp;amp;ga_page=3&amp;amp;order=date_desc&amp;amp;includes%5b%5d=tags&amp;amp;includes%5b%5d=title"&gt;washable tampons&lt;/a&gt; if you don't believe me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I did cloth diapers for my kids (part-time) and had to wash out poop and pee myself &lt;em&gt;(okay, the washing machine did it but I had to put it in there)&lt;/em&gt;  I'm also concerned about the environment too, so I can appreciate someones desire to make something environmentally friendly, however, inserting &lt;strong&gt;fabric&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;into &lt;/strong&gt;my hoohaa and leaving it there for a few hours doesn't sit well with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I weird?? Is it just me??  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you or do you use one of these??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/9036253476200281195-2055915405954877090?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/08/homemade-tampons.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SoXPYbQbMBI/AAAAAAAAAlU/hFwvSNyYZ4w/s72-c/handmade+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-7474770195701190292</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 18:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-04T12:10:20.287-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>funny</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>cows</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>neighborhood</category><title>I Heard a herd of cows</title><description>Today the rancher, who owns the cows on our hills, decide to move the cows to a new location.  Normally the cows are very quiet.  You'll hear an occasional Moo of course, but today those cows wanted to be heard!  It was non-stop mooing for a full hour at least as they made their way across the hill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one time several years ago that a cow behind our house became stuck.  He must have fallen into a ravine and literally couldn't get unstuck.  He was so noisy.  Finally a helicopter actually came to get him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we moved into our house in 2004, there was a house across our street that I refer to as the "Ugly Brown House".  A year or more ago she finally put some money into a new roof and removed the horrible brown siding.  She also has a pool that I'm told the city brought her fish that eat mosquito's because she refused to properly care for the pool.  We've joked that a bull or cow is drowned in her pool and you'll never know it because of how nasty it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her backyard opens up to one of the hills where the cows roam.  (I have hills on 3 sides of me.)  Next to her house lives our other neighbor who I'll call House is Never Done. House is Never Done has spent a fortune for the past several years to turn his plain house into a french cottage. I must admit, it's very nice, inside and out. I certainly appreciate the work he's had contractors put into it, but it seems as if he's never satisfied and it may never be finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one day several years ago, Todd was at House is Never Done's house with Paula when they realized there was a cow in the Ugly Brown House backyard.  Todd lifted Paula up over the fence and she was staring straight into the face of a black Angus bull.  Holy Cow!  (pun intended!)  Ugly Brown House may have closed in her fence by now.  She's an odd duck that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with the below joke I found online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady from the city and her traveling companion were riding the train through Vermont when she noticed some cows.&lt;br /&gt;"What a cute bunch of cows!" she remarked.&lt;br /&gt;"Not a bunch, herd", her friend replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Heard of what?"&lt;br /&gt;"Herd of cows."&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I've heard of cows."&lt;br /&gt;"No, a cow herd."&lt;br /&gt;"What do I care what a cow heard. I have no secrets to keep from a cow!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036253476200281195-7474770195701190292?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-heard-herd-of-cows.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-8759256665996916494</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 17:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-03T11:19:41.757-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>animals</category><title>Ace Ventura lives at my house</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My husband has an uncanny ability to find what I consider unwanted critters. I realize that I live in the hills and am therefore, closer to God's creatures. That doesn't mean I have to like it. I don't mind the cows, deer or wild turkeys that frequent my neighborhood. I can even live with the skunks if they stay upwind. It's the creepier creatures that bother me. Thank goodness it's rarely me who comes across them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a gopher snake named Snake. Snake was in my backyard near our BBQ when my husband saw him. Todd grew up with snakes so you can imagine his joy. We feed the snake, house the snake in a glass aquarium and pay electricity for Snake so he can be snuggly warm. (rolling eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago my husband came across a tarantula in our backyard. It was a big one too. He put it in a nice show and tell container (one of my favorite Tupperware!) and Paula brought him to preschool the next day for their science table. We have an abundance of Black Widows in my backyard too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have raccoons that come frequent our backyard at night scavenging for food. Last night, Todd turned on our BBQ to cook chicken and out flew a scorched rat! That's a first and I hope a last.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a just few pictures I have so you can get an idea of what I'm talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A moth Todd got to land on his shorts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/MauiMoth.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snake &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/DecSnake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/DecSnake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our industrial strength bug zapper. It goes off non-stop.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/P1010036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/P1010036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the cows on our hills&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;across the street from my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Febuary2007019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e294/sraeside/Febuary2007019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turkeys behind our house on the hill in February 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/Snco9s-D_qI/AAAAAAAAAk8/d6nM9vcmNeM/s1600-h/TurkeysFeb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365802521543835298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/Snco9s-D_qI/AAAAAAAAAk8/d6nM9vcmNeM/s400/TurkeysFeb.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE tarantula in our backyard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/Snco9KQhZVI/AAAAAAAAAkk/20VOvbvIito/s1600-h/critter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365802512226018642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/Snco9KQhZVI/AAAAAAAAAkk/20VOvbvIito/s400/critter1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This snake Todd did not bring home and was further down our hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/Snco99THdCI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Tdhq0zsv778/s1600-h/snake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365802525927109666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/Snco99THdCI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Tdhq0zsv778/s400/snake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two ducks who want inside my house for some reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/Snco9a2-acI/AAAAAAAAAks/tZsuB2R9hqs/s1600-h/duck1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365802516682271170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/Snco9a2-acI/AAAAAAAAAks/tZsuB2R9hqs/s400/duck1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/9036253476200281195-8759256665996916494?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/08/ace-ventura-lives-at-my-house.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/Snco9s-D_qI/AAAAAAAAAk8/d6nM9vcmNeM/s72-c/TurkeysFeb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-5121827251851029492</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2009 01:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-31T18:27:17.456-07:00</atom:updated><title>Welding mask or sun visor?</title><description>&lt;div&gt;Here in my neck of the woods it would appear a memo has gone out to a certain ethnic group, which will remain nameless, that wearing regular size sunglasses are so &lt;em&gt;yesterday&lt;/em&gt;.  Here in Northern California many folks have kicked it up a notch.  Today,  a sun visor that resembles a welding helmet is the preferred method of keeping sun off your face.  These over sized sun visors are all the rage here in Silicon Valley.  In case you haven't seen one I've included a couple here for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can sport your favorite country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SnOXU5i8H0I/AAAAAAAAAkc/C-fMJHFIeIk/s1600-h/fobvisor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364797966428938050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SnOXU5i8H0I/AAAAAAAAAkc/C-fMJHFIeIk/s400/fobvisor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SnOXUpQ-89I/AAAAAAAAAkU/IP2NY1cRTdU/s1600-h/asian_lady_visor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364797962058658770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SnOXUpQ-89I/AAAAAAAAAkU/IP2NY1cRTdU/s400/asian_lady_visor2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't you want one?  Admit it.  You know you do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036253476200281195-5121827251851029492?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/07/welding-mask-or-sun-visor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SnOXU5i8H0I/AAAAAAAAAkc/C-fMJHFIeIk/s72-c/fobvisor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-3772400791565684604</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 17:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-30T10:33:56.061-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Family</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Shawna</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>funny</category><title>Saw something shiny</title><description>My youngest child, Shawna, is 6.5 years old. My oldest child, Paula, is 8 years old. Paula is very organized and methodical. Her room is usually tidy and she can usually find her things even if under clutter. She does get distracted but not like her younger sibling. When you tell Paula to do something she will complete the said act in a reasonable amount of time. When you tell Shawna to do something, more than likely it won't get done. Shawna starts out with the intention to do said act, but she easily gets distracted. We joke that she'll see something shiny that takes her attention away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, for example, I helped her get dressed (because if I don't it doesn't happen) and walked her into the bathroom where all she had to do is brush her teeth. I go back into my room to fix my hair that is not cooperating at all. 5 minutes later she still hasn't brushed her teeth. I remind her again to hurry up and brush her teeth. I go downstairs to pop their breakfast of a chocolate chip waffle into the toaster oven, &lt;em&gt;because I'm very Martha Stewart that way&lt;/em&gt;, and 5 more minutes go by. Still no Shawna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawna! Hurry up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a small mouth people. She hasn't lost 1 single baby tooth. What is she doing up there?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she comes down. Now we have to get her shoes on. Where are her shoes? They're not in the shoe room next to the kitchen like they're supposed to be. They're upstairs. &lt;em&gt;Gah!&lt;/em&gt; So she runs upstairs to get them. 2 minutes pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawna! Hurry up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brings down the shoes but now we're so late she has to put them on in the car. This is a typical morning in my house. If you do not shuffle behind Shawna ensuring that each task gets accomplished, minutes turn into hours and the act does not get completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a child like this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I shared pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula on 4th of July for the bike parade. She came in 1st place for her age group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SnHYpm5htMI/AAAAAAAAAkM/QSjAFMTG6AY/s1600-h/july+4th+2009+paula.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364306840503039170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SnHYpm5htMI/AAAAAAAAAkM/QSjAFMTG6AY/s400/july+4th+2009+paula.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Shawna. She too came in 1st place for her age group. Their dad does a fine job of decorating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SnHYpf0aI4I/AAAAAAAAAkE/l7vSwSNX0Rs/s1600-h/july+4th+2009+shawna.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364306838602523522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SnHYpf0aI4I/AAAAAAAAAkE/l7vSwSNX0Rs/s400/july+4th+2009+shawna.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036253476200281195-3772400791565684604?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/07/saw-something-shiny.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKy6JJzqw-U/SnHYpm5htMI/AAAAAAAAAkM/QSjAFMTG6AY/s72-c/july+4th+2009+paula.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-5714336846296968085</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 23:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T17:10:22.388-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>save a broken heart</category><title>Save a Broken Heart</title><description>&lt;em&gt;In my mid 20's I lived with a gal named Michelle for a few years.  Michelle is a kick. She and I laughed non-stop when we first met.  My mom and I picked her up to go the airport where we headed for Richmond VA for my friends wedding.  I was BF with the bride and she was BF with the brides brother.  We worked down the street from each other and lived not too far from each other growing up, but it took my friend Jenny to bring us together.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today Michelle posted something on her Facebook that I feel I need to put out to our wonderful blogspere.  Michelle's dear friend and co-worker, whose name is Elizabeth, is the mother of a 4 year old child who needs a heart transplant.  They're insurance has reached its cap. If you or anyone you know would be willing to help them out they'd really appreciate it. Here is the link to their site and it tells Aaron's story.  I've also included her last post below.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://saveabrokenheart.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://saveabrokenheart.com/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Elizabeth Tanner's story: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Elizabeth Tanner and I am mom to 4 wonderful boys Nicholas 14, Noah 9, Ethan would be 6 and Aaron whom this blog is for is 4 years old. Aaron was born 4 years ago with a congenital heart defect called Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrom. It is a very major heart defect that only the left side of your heart works. He has had three open heart surgeries amongst others and as of May 30th he is in renal failure and now is going to need a kidney transplant. I was just informed today that his heart is not handleing the stress and is suffering he is going to need a heart transplant at the same time makeing him one of a very few that need a multiple organ transplant. I am beside myself I truly do not know how much more I can handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years ago 6 weeks after Aaron was born we lost our then 27 month old son Ethan to what is called hypotropic cardiomyopathy. It was devastating to our family he was never diagnosed so it happened very suddenly. Through our family and friends and there emotional support and love we have made it this farr. I am starting this blog because I realy want to share Aarons story with many he is a miracle and the biggest fighter you have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has a reason for all things in this life we do not know what it holds for us. Aaron is here for a purpose I have been told that by many so I have to share with the world what is happening. Ethan was here on this earth with us for such a short time but he was here long enough for Aaron to be born. We have suffered emensly for loosing him my grief and the grief of my family I cannot even put into words. I keep trying to put aside my grief to take care of my son Aaron. We are truly going to need help from the outside. We have to start fundraising the transplant will take place in UCLA . He will have to wait until one is available I dont know much about the process but I will learn all I can in whatever time frame that is given to me. It is going to cost more than our Insurance covers us for we have a lifetime maximum of 350,000 and we are already very close his antirejection medication after surgery alone is more than $7,000 a month. We need help. my number is 925-899-1010 I am in the process of trying to set something on the blog to donate but you can just contact me in the meantime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036253476200281195-5714336846296968085?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/07/save-broken-heart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-2293985892982048694</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Jul 2009 19:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-23T13:02:37.928-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>weight</category><title>WW Update Week 3</title><description>Yay! I weighed in today at 148 so I'm down -1.2 lbs for a total lost of -&lt;strong&gt;5.2 lbs&lt;/strong&gt;. Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week this my appetite was better. I wasn't as hungry, although I did have one night where I caved and ate a bunch of Wheat Thins and sharp cheddar cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Below is what I generally ate everyday. It totals to about 22 pts give or take. I'm supposed to eat 20 points daily, and then there are 35 extra points for the week that I can divide how I want. I'm using mine for wine. =) Throughout the week I upped my water intake, although I'm still not at 64 oz like they suggest. I can't be running to the bathroom all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did a good 1 hour hike on Sunday with Dina &amp;amp; Susanne (neighbor friends) in our hills that included some huffing and puffing. I'm parking at the end of my work parking lot too. Just little things but it all adds up. My friend/co-worker Tina also lots 1.2 pounds this week. We ROCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breakfast:&lt;/strong&gt; 1 pouch of blueberry oatmeal from Trader Joe's - (3pts)&lt;br /&gt;Coffee w/non-fat milk (2pt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch:&lt;/strong&gt; 2 hard boiled eggs (4pt) [or Lite Progressive soup which is 3 pts]&lt;br /&gt;Diet caffeine free root beer (0 pt) non-fat fruit yogurt (2pt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snack:&lt;/strong&gt; String cheese (2) [or fruit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner:&lt;/strong&gt; 2 egg omelet with tomatoes (4pt), 2 glasses of wine (4pts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dessert:&lt;/strong&gt; WW Giant Fudge Bar (1pt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I keep up this momentum I should be in bathing suit condition in 3 weeks for our camping/boating trip and even better for my Cabo trip in October with my skinny cute friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036253476200281195-2293985892982048694?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/07/ww-update-week-3.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-7869984095903868837</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 20:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-16T14:05:43.474-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>weight</category><title>WW update</title><description>Today is week 2 of my weight watchers plan.  Last week my coworker/friend Tina and I started back on WW.  In 2006 we were on it and I lost 22 lbs in 5 months.  I reached Lifetime in 2007 which is when you stay at goal for 6 months.   I did really well for almost 2 years total, then started letting my bad habits take over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I weighed the same amount I did in 2006 when she and I started.  149.  Last week I weighed 153!!!! I almost freaked when I saw that. But the good news is I lost 4 pounds!  I knew I'd lost a pound in a week but I didn't think it was 4 pounds.  I think most of it the weight was water weight from being bloated on the steroid Prednisone.  Either way I'm thrilled.  I'm only 5'3" so I can't afford to be that heavy.  I've been told by doctors that I have a 100% chance of getting adult onset diabetes.  I had gestational diabetes with both my pregnancies and in fact was on insulin w/my 2nd pregnancy where I had to give myself a shot 4 times a day.  Not only that, but my brother is type 1 diabetic.  They say the only thing I can do is stay healthy to prolong the disease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the plan is continue losing.  I'm going to Cabo in October with my really cute friend Kim and it's imperative that I look good. If the men just check &amp;amp; seek her out and ignore me I'm going to be devastated.  It doesn't matter that I'm married and therefore not going to pursue them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I sharing my weight on a public blog? To stay accountable to myself and you.  Every week on Thursday I'll post how I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then. I'm off to have some birthday cake for a co-worker.  Just kidding!!!  I won't eat the cake.  I'll just look at it longingly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036253476200281195-7869984095903868837?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/07/ww-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-3768748837994896034</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2009 18:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-15T12:01:17.284-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Today is another hot day in Silicon Valley.  We'll reach 95+ again in my neighborhood.  I don't mind the heat, especially since I spend most of my time in the office with the A/C on.  Normally we're spoiled and at night the temps cool off to where you can open all the windows and get a nice breeze through the house.  Last night...not so much.   Last night it was still 80 degrees when I went to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I'm taking care of my friends/neighbors house this week while they're camping.  They have a crap load of potted plants that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sprinkler&lt;/span&gt; system doesn't hit.  After work I go over there to spend some time with their 2 cats and water their yard.  I'm alternating days between the backyard and front yard.  Normally when I watch their house I don't have to water anything but with this heat their plants will not survive more than a couple days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else do we deal with here in California? Black Widow spiders.  On Sunday I got a hair up my butt to clean the side yard where Todd dumps a bunch of things.  Our neighbors planted a row of bamboo next to their fence to block our view from gazing down at them from our upstairs windows. They work great. They give us shade on that side of the house too which is nice. Well, the bamboo leaves fall into that side yard making it a huge mess.  While organizing before we could clean I picked up an upside down planter pot and inside was a black widow spider.  I stepped on it.  Not only that but there were 3 more black widows plus at least 2 egg sacs underneath the dog igloo we have outside.  The igloo has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cris-&lt;/span&gt;cross pattern underneath that makes little boxes for them to web and attach to.  Rosie, the dog, doesn't use the igloo,  but we use it to block the BBQ pan (where the grease drips) to prevent her from licking the pan.  Live and learn people. Nothing is more fun than having your white soft furry Lhasa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Apso&lt;/span&gt; come inside with half her face covered in black grease.   She had to tip her head to one side to reach the pan, hence why only half her face was filthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then, that's some of my exciting life. I'm off to a work meeting where they feed me lunch.  Score!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036253476200281195-3768748837994896034?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-is-another-hot-day-in-silicon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-8232266235131350558</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2009 20:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-14T13:40:39.853-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>hives</category><title>I'm itchy!</title><description>So, I thought I'd explained my previous hives experience but apparently not. That's what happens when you don't blog often enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, June 23rd I woke up with a crazy bad case of hives. I thought they were poison oak.  (I'm not all that smart okay). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's back up a bit more.  Two weekends prior  to June 23rd I'd done some major clean up on the upper portion of my yard.  We have a retaining wall which isn't easy to get up to and it collects leaves and has ivy running along the fence line,  thanks to my backdoor neighbor Bill who has a small forest in his backyard.  I was pulling and tugging at the ivy, gathering up the dead leaves with my forearms.  I did in fact get a rash on my forearms that same day but it went away by night time.  That night a bug the size of a Japanese horror film monster sucked or bit the heck out of my arm because I woke up with 4 (count them people!) four bug bites that itched like crazy.  Throughout the week I put cortisone cream on them but not much helped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We camped over the following weekend at Mt. Madonna, where I didn't really have too much of a problem with the bites other than the occasional itch.  I also picked and broke open a couple of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're at Monday June 22nd where I went to work like normal.  For whatever reason Monday night the arm with the bites broke out in small red bumps.  Being smart like I am (not) I thought, omg, those weren't bites, they must have been poison oak and I picked at them and the stuff oozed out and now I have poison oak all over my arm.  I told you I'm smart (not).&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I called in sick. I was itchy and now I had bumps on both arms. Damn this poison oak is spreading fast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By mid-day it's moved down to my legs where now I'm thinking it's not poison oak but something else. I was also MAJORLY ITCHY!!!  It was awful.  I call my dermatologist office claiming urgency so they squeeze me in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked so bad that even the Dr. said "wow, I'm just itchy looking at you."  She diagnosed me with hives and gave me a bunch of sample cortisone tubes. She also prescribed Prednisone steroid pills.  I had to take it in succession like this:  6 pills for 3 days; 5 pills for 3 days; 4 pills for 3 days; 3 pills etc. down to 1 pill for 3 days.  It took a week for the hives to go away but the itching did feel better after day two.  I was told to take all the pills or the hives could come back.  In all honestly I did not take the last two 1 day pills.  I gained 5+ lbs during that time  People, you are starving on Prednisone.  I over ate and couldn't stop.  I was starving.  I had to get off that stuff as fast as possible so I only didn't take 2 pills.  Could that really have screwed me up? I do not want to take Prednisone again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to this weekend when on Saturday I'm sitting in my backyard watching the hives slowly reappear on my arms.  I checked often.  By Sunday they're all over my legs too.  Luckily they didn't itch but for some reason today they're really itchy. Yesterday I took Zyrtec but it made me sleepy so today I took another brand and it's not as good w/the itching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did call an allergist and have an appt on Friday this week to have an allergy panel of testing done to see what I'm allergic to, but for the test to be accurate I can't have antihistamines in my system for 3 days.  3 days of being itchy!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's where I'm at. All I can think of is my arms since they itch the most.  My upper arms in fact.  Please send non-itchy vibes my way.  I really need them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036253476200281195-8232266235131350558?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-itchy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036253476200281195.post-407993415021027323</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2009 00:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-13T17:26:12.980-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>hives</category><title>Just call me Spot</title><description>Well, my birthday is long gone. We had a fun time at my parents house for the 4th of July weekend. The girls both came in 1st place for their bike parade which made the day go well since we didn't have to hear Paula complain again this year that she lost and Shawna won. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top story here today is that I have hives. Again.  This time they're not itchy (yet) but I'm stumped and frustrated as to why all of a sudden I have chronic hives. I gained a crap load of weight on Prednisone so I do NOT want to take that again.  The hives are all down my arms and legs. I don't have any on my chest, torso or face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My SIL suggested I get an allergy screening done. I must be newly allergic to something I've eaten forever since I am a creature of habit. I eat the same foods, use the same products etc so to all of a sudden have this reaction is buggin'. Speaking of which, the bug bites are gone. Maybe the first hives weren't from the bites at all. Who the hell knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way just call me Spot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036253476200281195-407993415021027323?l=twogirlsformama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://twogirlsformama.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-call-me-spot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>