<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347</id><updated>2012-02-04T22:16:58.758-08:00</updated><category term='pregnancy costume'/><category term='food'/><category term='sweater boots'/><category term='baking'/><category term='DIY'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='saskatoon'/><category term='&quot;'/><category term='music'/><category term='maternity costume'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='musings'/><category term='kids'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>Mother May I Musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>330</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-6489339863710407335</id><published>2012-02-04T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T22:05:38.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds of a Saturday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zXtCL3xp9Nc" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qqXhqaMdi1M" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Eig5zDdy4AU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3Wa9rwyOK5U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-6489339863710407335?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6489339863710407335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=6489339863710407335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/6489339863710407335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/6489339863710407335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2012/02/sounds-of-saturday-night.html' title='Sounds of a Saturday Night'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zXtCL3xp9Nc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-4234951474363418497</id><published>2012-02-04T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T13:15:21.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard From the Back of the Van</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I know what sexy means. It means beautiful. Like a giraffe."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Lukas&lt;/em&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-4234951474363418497?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4234951474363418497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=4234951474363418497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/4234951474363418497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/4234951474363418497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2012/02/overheard-from-back-of-van.html' title='Overheard From the Back of the Van'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-8568107110524734498</id><published>2012-02-02T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T17:45:14.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>We've been listening to an old Michael Jackson tape A LOT in the van lately. Alek found my old cassette tape of Bad in an old 'high school junk trunk' awhile ago and somehow it made it's way into the cassette player in the van. The boys insist on blasting Bad over and over again every time we have to go anywhere. So, if you happen to be walking, or even driving along, and you think you can hear Bad and&amp;nbsp; you start to worry that maybe you are having a stroke - because really, who plays that anymore - don't worry, it just means that the kids are I are close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm, evil thought... next time they are being uber-obnoxious, maybe Michael should take a trip out the window! I wouldn't have to listen to the song again!!! Although with my luck I'd toss it out the window and hit a cop car. So, maybe not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho... Mikah has been asking a lot of questions about "this Michael Jackson guy" lately, and being the awesomely cool mom that I am, I offered to play them a video on YouTube. We just watched the Bad video and these were Mikah's observations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um, who is this girl?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michael Jackson is a girl?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, she's a boy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is the song called Bad? I thought it was because she was dangerous. But she sure doesn't look dangerous - she's wearing a sparkly suit!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why are they dancing like that? Those guys behind her are acrobats right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whens the bad guy going to come?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's shut it off and watch Shark Boy and Lava Girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'm thinking (and hoping) that the spell has been broken for Mikah. Hopefully I've converted one of them to my side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, just because I like to share the joy (I'm sweet like that)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dsUXAEzaC3Q" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-8568107110524734498?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8568107110524734498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=8568107110524734498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/8568107110524734498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/8568107110524734498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2012/02/thoughts-on-michael-jackson.html' title='Thoughts on Michael Jackson'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dsUXAEzaC3Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-3099579381262113660</id><published>2012-01-24T17:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T17:20:55.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard From the Back of the Van</title><content type='html'>&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;em&gt;"I farted, and that means you're it!" ~ Lukas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-3099579381262113660?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3099579381262113660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=3099579381262113660&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/3099579381262113660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/3099579381262113660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2012/01/overheard-from-back-of-van_24.html' title='Overheard From the Back of the Van'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-5451056503177855660</id><published>2012-01-19T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:00:04.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard From the Back of the Van</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h3qJr2l7gE8/TxeLSKerbTI/AAAAAAAAAfY/e6stIKVKm4U/s1600/novemberblog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="335" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h3qJr2l7gE8/TxeLSKerbTI/AAAAAAAAAfY/e6stIKVKm4U/s400/novemberblog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Police and cops are like sisters."&amp;nbsp; ~Lukas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-5451056503177855660?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5451056503177855660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=5451056503177855660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/5451056503177855660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/5451056503177855660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2012/01/overheard-from-back-of-van_19.html' title='Overheard From the Back of the Van'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h3qJr2l7gE8/TxeLSKerbTI/AAAAAAAAAfY/e6stIKVKm4U/s72-c/novemberblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-4966348932627814101</id><published>2012-01-18T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T19:21:24.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard From the Back of the Van</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We had mucho driving to do tonight thanks to the DH's car being temporarily out of commission. And if you know kids, or have spent any amount of time trapped in a vehicle with them right before mealtime - you can imagine what an awesome experience it was. The kids were bickering about anything and everything, and&amp;nbsp;Senior Instigator (please pronounce&amp;nbsp;in a Spanish accent) was busy telling Lukas how adorable he was. As you can imagine, this did not go over well. Apparently&amp;nbsp;Lukas has decided that he is no longer cute, adorable or funny, and being called any of those&amp;nbsp;atrocious names makes him unleash an&amp;nbsp;obscene amount of wailing. After slamming on the brakes and threatening to throw them all out in a snowbank to cool off (and it would have since it's -49C or&amp;nbsp;-56F for my American friends), wonderful silence finally filled the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 2 minutes of&amp;nbsp;calm Lukas pipes up in the most irritated and aggravated tone of voice I've ever heard and says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Seriously, I am NOT adorabubble!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hell hath no fury compared to Lukas after we laughed at how truly "adordabubble" we think he is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrBsoeQs4uY/TxeHyzeHK1I/AAAAAAAAAfI/2_oLJEPkuFs/s1600/august.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrBsoeQs4uY/TxeHyzeHK1I/AAAAAAAAAfI/2_oLJEPkuFs/s640/august.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-4966348932627814101?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4966348932627814101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=4966348932627814101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/4966348932627814101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/4966348932627814101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2012/01/overheard-from-back-of-van.html' title='Overheard From the Back of the Van'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrBsoeQs4uY/TxeHyzeHK1I/AAAAAAAAAfI/2_oLJEPkuFs/s72-c/august.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-8239221465332663406</id><published>2011-11-23T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T16:41:54.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Fricken Cute :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Mr:&lt;em&gt; Lukas how did you get so adorable?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lukas (after pausing to think for a minute): &lt;em&gt;Well, first I was weally cute, and then I just gotted so adordabable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This kid is going to cause us some serious trrouble in about 10-12 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-8239221465332663406?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8239221465332663406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=8239221465332663406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/8239221465332663406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/8239221465332663406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/11/too-fricken-cute.html' title='Too Fricken Cute :)'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-5500840139349287367</id><published>2011-10-27T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T17:23:07.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight's Quoteable Quotes</title><content type='html'>Lukas: &lt;em&gt;"Dad were you still in the army before me, an Mikah, an mom, an Alek were even alive?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikah:&lt;em&gt; "I have super vision you know. That means my eyes are blue, but when I want to see through something like hills they turn green. Sometimes they are black. Remember, &lt;strong&gt;super vision&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lukas (while MC Hammer's Can't Touch This was playing):&lt;em&gt; " I'm not&amp;nbsp;dancing; I'm just wiping my bum on your leg."&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-5500840139349287367?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5500840139349287367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=5500840139349287367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/5500840139349287367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/5500840139349287367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/10/tonights-quoteable-quotes.html' title='Tonight&apos;s Quoteable Quotes'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-4625444341495016400</id><published>2011-10-21T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T10:55:49.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Concertina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You never know when safety might be an issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn2PkuZZ7A0/TqGx_tIV6_I/AAAAAAAAAe0/froBrwMkSrg/s1600/holiday+437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn2PkuZZ7A0/TqGx_tIV6_I/AAAAAAAAAe0/froBrwMkSrg/s640/holiday+437.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8007191935763897347-4625444341495016400?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4625444341495016400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=4625444341495016400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/4625444341495016400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/4625444341495016400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/10/attack-of-concertina.html' title='Attack of the Concertina'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn2PkuZZ7A0/TqGx_tIV6_I/AAAAAAAAAe0/froBrwMkSrg/s72-c/holiday+437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-277897295220260541</id><published>2011-10-15T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T19:18:43.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Score</title><content type='html'>Check out the sweet score that I scooped up today &lt;em&gt;(for free).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YBM_Q56TQVY/Tpo-pm8dGsI/AAAAAAAAAek/ORWt5wQ70rk/s1600/rug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YBM_Q56TQVY/Tpo-pm8dGsI/AAAAAAAAAek/ORWt5wQ70rk/s320/rug.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vintage rug in &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; condition! I'm hoping to bind it and use it for an area rug&amp;nbsp;in the living room. The man&amp;nbsp;I got it from said that it came from his parents house and he played on it as a boy. He was just hoping for someone to come along and appreciate it as much as he does; and boy do I! I can't wait to try it out tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-277897295220260541?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/277897295220260541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=277897295220260541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/277897295220260541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/277897295220260541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/10/vintage-score.html' title='Vintage Score'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YBM_Q56TQVY/Tpo-pm8dGsI/AAAAAAAAAek/ORWt5wQ70rk/s72-c/rug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-3039584887925960990</id><published>2011-10-11T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T16:50:12.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Mammma Sure is Blessed</title><content type='html'>So, tonight while we are driving to the store for pizza, which the boys wanted and I decided to grant them, Mikah&amp;nbsp;was talking about the truck that he is planning&amp;nbsp;on buying&amp;nbsp;when he grows up. Alek asked him why he wants a truck and Mikah said that he wants to have one just like his dad bought 60 years ago. Alek laughed, and said... &lt;em&gt;"DAD isn't 60! He's way younger than 60. Mom might be 60 though."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. Thanks son #1 for bringing joy and sweet, sweet&amp;nbsp;feelings to your mom's heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they are enjoying their pizza, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; may-or-may-not be hiding in the laundry room having a medicinal drink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-3039584887925960990?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3039584887925960990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=3039584887925960990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/3039584887925960990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/3039584887925960990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-mammma-sure-is-blessed.html' title='This Mammma Sure is Blessed'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-1456187953950763876</id><published>2011-10-02T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T22:13:40.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy Brown</title><content type='html'>I was lucky enough to happen across this amazing musician playing a set in the lounge of the hotel that I was staying at in Charlottetown PEI this last weekend. His voice was Amazing and his music drew a lot of us in immediately. Check him out and buy his &lt;a href="http://www.andybrown.ca/index.php/music"&gt;CD&lt;/a&gt; (or his songs on&lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/false-alarm/id327320911?i=327320937&amp;amp;ign-mpt=uo%3D6"&gt; iTunes&lt;/a&gt;), help support fantastic homegrown Canadian artists like Andy Brown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VoXhAPVEejo" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-1456187953950763876?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1456187953950763876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=1456187953950763876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/1456187953950763876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/1456187953950763876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/10/andy-brown.html' title='Andy Brown'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VoXhAPVEejo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-875843045607556508</id><published>2011-09-21T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T23:33:29.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Santa Situation</title><content type='html'>I've been dreading the &lt;em&gt;"conversation"&lt;/em&gt; for a couple of years now. Luckily my boys are still young enough that I'm not talking about the s.e.x. convo, but the s.a.n.t.a. one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-32WvgKpGumM/TnrUfrTj_nI/AAAAAAAAAeg/qGcfpZ25cGg/s1600/dear_santa_xlarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-32WvgKpGumM/TnrUfrTj_nI/AAAAAAAAAeg/qGcfpZ25cGg/s200/dear_santa_xlarge.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last year we managed to hold Alek&amp;nbsp;off with the brilliant&amp;nbsp;comeback of, &lt;em&gt;"Santa only brings gifts to those who believe. So we'll leave that decision up to you."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've felt bad about that flippant response ever since. Why can't we be the types of parents that have their act together and have rehearsed these types of question and answer sessions well ahead of time? And why haven't I been able to come up with a better answer for my maturing boy in the last year??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found out the reason why. I think that I had been waiting for&lt;a href="http://marthabrockenbrough.squarespace.com/"&gt; this woman&lt;/a&gt; to figure it out for me. Hey, I'm not too proud to appreciate (and borrow) someone else's brilliance and eloquence. You have to check out the beautiful letter that she wrote to her daughter about the existence of Santa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I cried. I don't even want to deny it because the letter is&lt;strong&gt; that&lt;/strong&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Cozi and read Martha Brockenbrough's letter, &lt;a href="http://www.cozi.com/live-simply/truth-about-santa"&gt;The Truth About Santa&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-875843045607556508?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/875843045607556508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=875843045607556508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/875843045607556508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/875843045607556508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/09/santa-situation.html' title='The Santa Situation'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-32WvgKpGumM/TnrUfrTj_nI/AAAAAAAAAeg/qGcfpZ25cGg/s72-c/dear_santa_xlarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-2676445211319066169</id><published>2011-08-31T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T23:37:38.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All for the Love of a Bag</title><content type='html'>I've been on the hunt for a new purse/bag for quite awhile now. I&amp;nbsp;think&amp;nbsp;I've been unable to find one because&amp;nbsp;my favorite is a cloth one theat I bought in Hong Kong, and it's hard to find an awesome cloth bag here that is not 1.fugly&amp;nbsp; 2.a tote bag or&amp;nbsp; 3.boring, boring, boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what else can I do except attempt to sew my own. I've been browsing online and have found quite a few bags that I like and now all that's left is to decide which one&amp;nbsp;I should start with. Which one, which one, which one???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://verypurpleperson.com/2010/04/making-reversible-bag.html" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YpFRxCQkX9U/Tl6cSOZaFcI/AAAAAAAAAeY/TwLQd-KgPyw/s1600/reversiblebag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Novita's Reversible Bag&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thimble.ca/?p=2903" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zO2hNK3lSR0/Tl6a63qrlfI/AAAAAAAAAeU/lcymi42hlTc/s1600/pleatedtote.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laural's Pleated Tote&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://machenmachen.wordpress.com/2007/08/31/free-pattern-for-the-wasp-bag/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gfPL6f4rWjY/Tl6ZaYYSi9I/AAAAAAAAAeM/-ylPdB3YoeQ/s400/waspbag.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alison's Wasp Bag&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkliz.com/2009/02/20/diana-hobo-free-pattern/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-js35fNy9iro/Tl6aDi-SOUI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/vi92E1NdImg/s1600/dianahobo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elizabeth's Diana Hobo Bag&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I have a stack of vintage material that has been waiting patiently to be repurposed and I'm hoping that some of it will do any of these bags justice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-2676445211319066169?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2676445211319066169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=2676445211319066169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/2676445211319066169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/2676445211319066169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/08/all-for-love-of-bag.html' title='All for the Love of a Bag'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YpFRxCQkX9U/Tl6cSOZaFcI/AAAAAAAAAeY/TwLQd-KgPyw/s72-c/reversiblebag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-1995862836477391781</id><published>2011-08-24T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T20:11:19.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pillow Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lukas: &lt;em&gt;Dada, you love to lay down with me. But not Zombies too much. Right Daddy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8007191935763897347-1995862836477391781?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1995862836477391781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=1995862836477391781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/1995862836477391781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/1995862836477391781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/08/pillow-talk.html' title='Pillow Talk'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-4651134228852091886</id><published>2011-06-20T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:54:17.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Heather</title><content type='html'>You said to keep 'em coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/g46ZMnL5Ejk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VedZwEYw7cI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vGfO2bNEfd4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5LWpw3CMCEg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/njFuy7jCirE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-4651134228852091886?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4651134228852091886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=4651134228852091886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/4651134228852091886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/4651134228852091886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/06/for-heather.html' title='For Heather'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/g46ZMnL5Ejk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-9175239793354028780</id><published>2011-06-06T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T21:53:54.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard from the Back of the Van</title><content type='html'>Mikah was basically talking to himself (I was the audience who's participation was minimal) in the van tonight on the way home from the Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikah:&lt;em&gt; You know that when you're really old you DIE. And then they stick you in the ground. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;die I will be in the ground until they dig me up. And use one of those bringing-people-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;back-to-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;life guns on me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know. That might not be so good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause then I'll just be a zombie. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;But don't worry mom, I won't eat you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll try not to, OK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-9175239793354028780?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/9175239793354028780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=9175239793354028780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/9175239793354028780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/9175239793354028780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/06/overheard-from-back-of-van.html' title='Overheard from the Back of the Van'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-3240164167185281018</id><published>2011-06-01T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T18:13:20.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O.M.Gee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I know it's time to change what I complain about when I hear my 3 year old running around the backyard yelling:&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;em&gt;"Oh my Gawd, I think I have heartburn!"&lt;/em&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;em&gt;sigh.&lt;/em&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-3240164167185281018?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3240164167185281018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=3240164167185281018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/3240164167185281018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/3240164167185281018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/06/omgee.html' title='O.M.Gee'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-7557541434405709734</id><published>2011-05-17T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T19:30:26.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melodious Music</title><content type='html'>Here's a sampling of some music that has helped me get through the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MQyqNYkli08" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaghan Smith - &lt;em&gt;Here Comes Your Man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/165RVtUhEvk" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angus&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Julia Stone - &lt;em&gt;Big Jet Plane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; I wanted to post the music video, but YouTube wouldn't let me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; so, you're just going to have to watch it here. I think the girl is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; channelling my soul&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yFTvbcNhEgc&amp;amp;feature=list_related&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;list=AV4oVf-d_DwKAslvJyjclszx6VD_gc7Y_2"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yFTvbcNhEgc&amp;amp;feature=list_related&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;list=AV4oVf-d_DwKAslvJyjclszx6VD_gc7Y_2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zeZMTOSeHVw" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Weepies - &lt;em&gt;Be My Honeypie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rbdH09Z-zks" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olin&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; the Moon - &lt;em&gt;Not in Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-7557541434405709734?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7557541434405709734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=7557541434405709734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/7557541434405709734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/7557541434405709734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/05/melodious-music.html' title='Melodious Music'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MQyqNYkli08/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-9184231458313305664</id><published>2011-05-17T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T19:26:06.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch Prep</title><content type='html'>As many of you know we have been trying out a meal planning service called &lt;a href="http://5dinners1hour.blogspot.com/"&gt;Make 5 Dinners in ONE Hour&lt;/a&gt;. I will admit that&amp;nbsp;I have fallen off the meal prep wagon in the last couple of weeks. We have all been sick, our weekends haven't gone as planned, blah, blah, blah. But... I still believe in the plan and am reminded daily at supper time just how nice it was to have my meals waiting in the fridge for me. I've passed the word on about the plan and have a few other people loving it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunches are still a bone of contention though. I was just thinking the other day about how much&amp;nbsp;I hate packing lunches and I only have 1 to pack. In a couple of years I will have to pack 3 lunches! Yikes!!! I know that there has to be a better easier way than how I do it right now, but&amp;nbsp;I have seriously lacked the ambition to try and figure it out. Then today, &lt;em&gt;TA-DA! &lt;/em&gt;I was checking out Michelle's blog, Make 5 Dinners in ONE Hour, and she had a couple of posts &lt;a href="http://5dinners1hour.blogspot.com/2011/04/make-ahead-lunches.html"&gt;dedicated to lunch making&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Thank you, thank you, thank you! &lt;/em&gt;She has some awesome ideas posted that will hopefully encourage me to do something similar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if only there was a trick for making your child actually eat his lunch and not stash it in his locker instead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-9184231458313305664?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/9184231458313305664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=9184231458313305664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/9184231458313305664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/9184231458313305664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-many-of-you-know-we-have-been-trying.html' title='Lunch Prep'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-8453654450885023273</id><published>2011-05-07T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T11:52:24.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aero Bubbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, Aero Peppermint Bubbles, I love you so much that I hate you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNnSbtyGIhM/TcWU0i8frlI/AAAAAAAAAeI/vRBDyhVaPmw/s1600/pepaerobubbles_cello_nov09__38589_std.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNnSbtyGIhM/TcWU0i8frlI/AAAAAAAAAeI/vRBDyhVaPmw/s1600/pepaerobubbles_cello_nov09__38589_std.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8007191935763897347-8453654450885023273?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8453654450885023273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=8453654450885023273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/8453654450885023273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/8453654450885023273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/05/aero-bubbles.html' title='Aero Bubbles'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNnSbtyGIhM/TcWU0i8frlI/AAAAAAAAAeI/vRBDyhVaPmw/s72-c/pepaerobubbles_cello_nov09__38589_std.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-3245980652084571357</id><published>2011-05-04T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T18:41:13.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lex Land</title><content type='html'>I love music that is off the beaten path. Thanks to a&amp;nbsp;new reader,&amp;nbsp;Lilolu (Jackie),&amp;nbsp;for leaving both a comment and the advise to check out Lex Land. I'm so glad that I did! Her voice is sultry and smooth and she makes me wish that I was enjoying her in a hot, smoky club somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the link to her music player off of&amp;nbsp;her website for you. I recommend that you give &lt;em&gt;Could've Had Me&lt;/em&gt; a listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" id="tsFrame43195" src="http://cdn.topspin.net/api/v2/widget/player/43195" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 250px; width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-3245980652084571357?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3245980652084571357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=3245980652084571357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/3245980652084571357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/3245980652084571357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/05/lex-land.html' title='Lex Land'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-4564213645538323273</id><published>2011-05-03T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T18:33:00.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard From the Back of the Van</title><content type='html'>The Mr. told me the funniest story about driving the boys home today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were driving along behind a truck and there was a burning oil smell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mikah:&amp;nbsp; Ew! what's that smell??? Is our van making that smell?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr:&amp;nbsp; I hope not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mikah:&amp;nbsp; Did our van fart?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lukas:&amp;nbsp; Our van doesn't even have a bum!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mikah:&amp;nbsp; Yeah, but it has a gas hole!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stuff can't even be made up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-4564213645538323273?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4564213645538323273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=4564213645538323273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/4564213645538323273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/4564213645538323273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/05/overheard-from-back-of-van.html' title='Overheard From the Back of the Van'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-818338419045945400</id><published>2011-04-16T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T11:15:22.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend To-Do List</title><content type='html'>I love to-do lists. Honestly don't know how I would have mede it through life without them. In the past few months though I think I've been so busy teaching my clients how to make them that I have fallen off the wagon myself. No wonder I never feel like I'm getting anything accomplished. I also tell them to share their to-do list, or post it somewhere visible around the house or office because this helps incerease acccountability. So, with that in mind, here is my weekend to-do list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need to sew some of these toy bags for the little boy's toy room. Maybe this will help them keep their toys cleaned up. Doubt it, but a mother can dream right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MkZs6icW6XA/TanYn0sMiBI/AAAAAAAAAd4/RvVA1a4wbzg/s1600/toybag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MkZs6icW6XA/TanYn0sMiBI/AAAAAAAAAd4/RvVA1a4wbzg/s200/toybag.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;inspired by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.made-by-rae.com/2011/02/guest-tutorial-toni-of-make-it-perfect.html"&gt;http://www.made-by-rae.com/2011/02/guest-tutorial-toni-of-make-it-perfect.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need to do a major toy sort after&amp;nbsp;I get the bags made and a hanging bar installed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy new toilets for the house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Install new toilets??? Not too concerned with this right now. As long as we have them they can be installed whenever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do some baking. Bake these things...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E-cvmZltSzU/TanaO_kHKII/AAAAAAAAAd8/i2eTPRQyKWI/s1600/bunnycupcakes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E-cvmZltSzU/TanaO_kHKII/AAAAAAAAAd8/i2eTPRQyKWI/s200/bunnycupcakes.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Easter bunny cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sweetsugarbelle.blogspot.com/2011/03/bunny-ear-cupcake-toppers.html"&gt;http://sweetsugarbelle.blogspot.com/2011/03/bunny-ear-cupcake-toppers.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJl4MMX_U_c/TanaXSgdv6I/AAAAAAAAAeA/DQUY3CUKERo/s1600/carrotmuffins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJl4MMX_U_c/TanaXSgdv6I/AAAAAAAAAeA/DQUY3CUKERo/s200/carrotmuffins.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside-out carrot cake muffins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kingarthurflour.com/blog/2011/04/06/inside-out-carrot-cake-%e2%80%93-carrot-cake-muffins/"&gt;http://www.kingarthurflour.com/blog/2011/04/06/inside-out-carrot-cake-%e2%80%93-carrot-cake-muffins/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tVf84OuUlmk/TanalDOdeGI/AAAAAAAAAeE/hhgMZjzPHJ4/s1600/normal_easter_egg_cookies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tVf84OuUlmk/TanalDOdeGI/AAAAAAAAAeE/hhgMZjzPHJ4/s200/normal_easter_egg_cookies.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Easter sourcream sugar cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿Laundry, laundry, laundry... sigh.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I have to get these things done because they have been on my 'mental list' for weeks now and have yet to be accomplished (except for the laundry, that is a never ending job)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-818338419045945400?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/818338419045945400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=818338419045945400&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/818338419045945400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/818338419045945400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/04/weekend-to-do-list.html' title='Weekend To-Do List'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MkZs6icW6XA/TanYn0sMiBI/AAAAAAAAAd4/RvVA1a4wbzg/s72-c/toybag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-2481048755084412943</id><published>2011-04-12T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T22:39:52.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BabyComfyNose</title><content type='html'>Ok, this post just may gross you out, and if it does then I'm sorry. But not sorry enough not to post this video. I came across this online tonight and I think that I MUST get one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lukas is sick again with a snotty congested nose. It is like clockwork for this poor little guy. For the last 3 years his cycle goes like this... get a runny nose, whine and cry for about 2 weeks because he isn't able to sleep (and neither are we BTW), start getting better for about a week, have 1-2 weeks of great health (yay! runny-nose-sleepless-nights-forgotten), get a runny nose again, whine and cry for about 2 weeks because he isn't able to sleep (and neither are we BTW), start getting better for about a week, have 1-2 weeks of great health (yay! runny-nose-sleepless-nights-forgotten)... and repeat, and repeat, and repeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you tell that we are currently in one of the sleepless night segments. Yep, and we're going on day 3 so we have a few more to go. And nothing helps him. Nothing. Believe me, we've tried it all. Oh yes, and most of the time he refuses to blow his nose.&lt;em&gt; Yes, that's right Lukas, we are so trying to trick you. Such a smart boy to not give into our crazy ideas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the video, and if it works well for us (when I manage to get one that is) and you are expecting a baby you had better just deal with the fact that there will beno cute sleepers for you, but instead a snot sucking contraption. Oh yes. A snot sucking contraption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yAm8miK8mfo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-2481048755084412943?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2481048755084412943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=2481048755084412943&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/2481048755084412943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/2481048755084412943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/04/babycomfynose.html' title='BabyComfyNose'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yAm8miK8mfo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-274535811184443124</id><published>2011-04-08T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T21:18:22.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Rant</title><content type='html'>Ok, here is a mini rant, but it bothers me everyday on my drive&amp;nbsp;to and from work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do city bus drivers think that the posted 30km/hr signs in &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;school zones does not apply to them?﻿ This pisses me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;off every. single. day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's bad enough that my drive takes me&amp;nbsp;over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; the sight where a child was killed this year by a bus, but being passed by city buses while I'm doing the requisite 30km (or slower) in the school zone is really just too much!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/8007191935763897347-274535811184443124?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/274535811184443124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=274535811184443124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/274535811184443124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/274535811184443124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/04/mini-rant.html' title='Mini Rant'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-6735444015369842579</id><published>2011-04-06T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T08:00:16.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-921w_CeyHkI/TZs0hW9zUJI/AAAAAAAAAds/Ek7a9qjOrfg/s1600/clone1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-921w_CeyHkI/TZs0hW9zUJI/AAAAAAAAAds/Ek7a9qjOrfg/s400/clone1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NGA_er652_c/TZs0muN0UiI/AAAAAAAAAdw/rk2DpReDUKc/s1600/clone2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NGA_er652_c/TZs0muN0UiI/AAAAAAAAAdw/rk2DpReDUKc/s400/clone2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-6735444015369842579?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6735444015369842579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=6735444015369842579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/6735444015369842579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/6735444015369842579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/04/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-921w_CeyHkI/TZs0hW9zUJI/AAAAAAAAAds/Ek7a9qjOrfg/s72-c/clone1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-2722727254963566324</id><published>2011-04-05T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:02:08.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharpie Free Zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are my two youngest angels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jH7GygXU7CU/TZs3dK2trqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/qQs3URFmMfo/s1600/boys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jH7GygXU7CU/TZs3dK2trqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/qQs3URFmMfo/s400/boys.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was your eye drawn to the "artwork" on the door behind them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The calm part of our conversation went like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Mikah, why did you do this???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mikah: I was just trying to write signs on the doors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Why??? What do they say?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mikah: (looks at me like I'm crazy) I don't know! I can't really read yet you know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really hate that&amp;nbsp;my kids&amp;nbsp;are so funny. It was hard to still be mad after that reasoning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8007191935763897347-2722727254963566324?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2722727254963566324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=2722727254963566324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/2722727254963566324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/2722727254963566324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/04/sharpie-free-zone.html' title='Sharpie Free Zone'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jH7GygXU7CU/TZs3dK2trqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/qQs3URFmMfo/s72-c/boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-1297728185659729238</id><published>2011-04-04T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:51:00.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noshing on Gnocchi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Have you ever heard of Donal Skehan? If you have, then you are well ahead of me you lucky bugger! I just found him &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; his delicious website &lt;a href="http://www.donalskehan.com/beta/"&gt;Bringing Cooking Back Home&lt;/a&gt; the other day. Here are the important things that you need to know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;His food looks and sounds Amazing (notice the capital A)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He's Irish (yum)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He has two cookbooks out that I must buy (this should&amp;nbsp;tell you&amp;nbsp;something because the Web has helped me give up my cookbook addiction)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I made his recipe for &lt;a href="http://www.thegoodmoodfoodblog.com/2010/12/mozzarella-tomato-and-gnocchi-bake.html"&gt;Mozzarella, tomato and gnocchi bake&lt;/a&gt; Saturday night, and it was seriously worthy of an Italian Pasta Restaurant.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2RJamuqNT9w/TZqouLHhoWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/7DzeoBngGow/s1600/donalbake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2RJamuqNT9w/TZqouLHhoWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/7DzeoBngGow/s400/donalbake.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can see why I needed to bake this right?&lt;br /&gt;(This is Donal's version BTW)﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YcydH68dK0M/TZqpvlThAsI/AAAAAAAAAdk/GW-yuTaxTs8/s1600/IMG_2005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YcydH68dK0M/TZqpvlThAsI/AAAAAAAAAdk/GW-yuTaxTs8/s320/IMG_2005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And... here's my version. Once again let me just say that&lt;br /&gt;I am no photographer, but it still looks yummy right???&lt;br /&gt;And it was. So good!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿If you even enjoy food a little bit, you have to check Donal out. And, just to temp you more... here's what I am already planning to make this weekend&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dy94CRfSALU/TZqsr42PuNI/AAAAAAAAAdo/B9ix1zYYCgw/s1600/mussels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dy94CRfSALU/TZqsr42PuNI/AAAAAAAAAdo/B9ix1zYYCgw/s400/mussels.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.donalskehan.com/beta/2010/10/mussels-in-irish-cider/"&gt;Mussels in Irish Cider&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;em&gt;p.s. you may have noticed that I have my camera back, and you may have also noticed that I should maybe look into learning how to use it. Don't worry, I've noticed that too ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-1297728185659729238?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1297728185659729238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=1297728185659729238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/1297728185659729238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/1297728185659729238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/04/noshing-on-gnocchi.html' title='Noshing on Gnocchi'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2RJamuqNT9w/TZqouLHhoWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/7DzeoBngGow/s72-c/donalbake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-1021898694065852443</id><published>2011-04-01T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T08:32:09.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know it's gonna be alright...</title><content type='html'>when you leave the house in the morning and the sun is shining, the snow is already melting, the kids climb in the van by themselves with no fighting, yelling or pushing, and when you start the van (yes, I said van) this man's beautiful voice greets you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Have a super Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0mMs718dh7I" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-1021898694065852443?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1021898694065852443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=1021898694065852443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/1021898694065852443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/1021898694065852443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-know-its-gonna-be-alright.html' title='You know it&apos;s gonna be alright...'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0mMs718dh7I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-1316281551193975286</id><published>2011-03-30T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T09:00:08.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Tell You But...</title><content type='html'>So last night at supper we were sitting around discussing Zombies (obviously, right) and how some good friends of ours were laughing because they realized that they had a Zombie contingency plan, but not a fire escape plan. At first Alek thought that the two plans would be similar, until the Mr pointed out that one plan involved nailing the door of the house shut - with you inside, so maybe a different plan would be better in case of a fire. Ah, yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alek was VERY into this conversation (of course) and was wondering what kinds of other&amp;nbsp;things were in their plan. We we told him that we didn't know for sure but it probably involved stockpiling various supplies in a hidden room. So, we were busy discussing the kinds of supplies that would be needed, but Alek was still stuck on the "secret room" idea. &lt;em&gt;"Do they really have a secret room," "where is the secret room," what's in the secret room," etc.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;Then being the awesome mom that I am said, &lt;em&gt;"well, I would tell you truth, but then I would have to kill you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, the look on that poor child's face! I swear that he almost started to cry. How was I to know that he had never come across the saying "well, I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you," before? Seriously, the kid seems to know everything else that there is to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back though, it probably didn't help that the Mr and I started laughing like crazy people at the horrified look on his face. I guess that's our motto - laugh first and then comfort and reassure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, we're super parent material for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-1316281551193975286?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1316281551193975286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=1316281551193975286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/1316281551193975286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/1316281551193975286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/03/id-tell-you-but.html' title='I&apos;d Tell You But...'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-6173267470783762781</id><published>2011-03-29T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T20:37:55.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barenaked Ladies</title><content type='html'>If you have been unlucky so far and have never heard of the Barenaked Ladies - your luck is about to change! They are an amazing Canadian group that has been around since, well, a long time. But, I'm not going to wax poetic about their more popular works (feel free to check those out yourselves), I'm going to give you a little preview of the children's album that they put out awhile ago. I've been meaning to post about it forever, but you know how things are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys (and I) &lt;em&gt;lurve&lt;/em&gt; these songs! They are inventive, and catchy, and just downright fun to listen to. Yes, I sing them in the car, even when I'm by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/x1cnJ_pOAdQ" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N_Wx35sNqdM" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N1U7uMIVAEw" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-6173267470783762781?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6173267470783762781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=6173267470783762781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/6173267470783762781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/6173267470783762781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/03/barenaked-ladies.html' title='Barenaked Ladies'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/x1cnJ_pOAdQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-8962759129426930597</id><published>2011-03-29T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T09:30:55.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Fotos</title><content type='html'>OMG! Check out the amazing work by photographer Irina Werning. I &lt;em&gt;lurve&lt;/em&gt; this idea of taking a childhood photo and then re-creating it as an adult. The pictures are both hilarious and super sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of her photos to tease you, but please go and check out the others on her site... &lt;a href="http://www.irinawerning.com/"&gt;http://www.irinawerning.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GiVuR6KnMpo/TZIH0ovYTGI/AAAAAAAAAdU/C-tZOjZpLBY/s1600/20_benn-web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GiVuR6KnMpo/TZIH0ovYTGI/AAAAAAAAAdU/C-tZOjZpLBY/s400/20_benn-web.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LqrdqDHSvMI/TZIH_H-PESI/AAAAAAAAAdY/AXietpe2vxk/s1600/20_marita-y-coty-web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LqrdqDHSvMI/TZIH_H-PESI/AAAAAAAAAdY/AXietpe2vxk/s400/20_marita-y-coty-web.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-8962759129426930597?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8962759129426930597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=8962759129426930597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/8962759129426930597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/8962759129426930597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/03/fabulous-fotos.html' title='Fabulous Fotos'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GiVuR6KnMpo/TZIH0ovYTGI/AAAAAAAAAdU/C-tZOjZpLBY/s72-c/20_benn-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-7765644208456644364</id><published>2011-03-28T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T13:11:11.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make 5 Dinners in 1 Hour</title><content type='html'>My name is Barb, and I can not put together a meal plan to save my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried so many times and it never lasts. If I could manage to make it through one week that would be a miracle! I would always get sidetracked looking for fabulous recipes, because really, who wants to eat the same thing over and over again. Blech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried the whole Freezer Cooking idea, but who has time to get all of that ready? Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the other day, out in Blogland, this sign appeared before me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C6uQkF35Iic/TZARGs8qBoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/eLGtwOoDlSg/s1600/dinners.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C6uQkF35Iic/TZARGs8qBoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/eLGtwOoDlSg/s320/dinners.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before I knew it I had signed up to have 3 months of meal plans emailed to me! Hey, 3 months of meals plans for $15; hard to go wrong. On top of that, the premise is that you should be able to assemble a weeks worth of meals (5 suppers) and have them packaged and waiting in the fridge in under an hour. Sounds great, right? Sounds almost too good to be true? Well, after completing my second week of meals - I can say that it's not too good to be true - it's fabulous! The first weeks meal assembly took me 35 minutes to assemble! This weeks meals took 47 minutes and the meals are all happily marinating in the fridge waiting for their day to be cooked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay me! I would have taken a picture, but you know me, the camera is not working :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meals have been great so far; even the little ones approve and they don't seem to like anything right now except for veggies and dip. This week we are having... Buffalo Chicken Sandwiches; Oven Roasted Chicken &amp;amp; Veggies; Sausage and Perogies; Slow Cooked Sweet &amp;amp; Sour Meatballs; and Slow Cooked Tex-Mex Roast. Now, I did make a few changes but they were quick and easy, substituting perogies for potatoes and a roast for pork chops. Hopefully Michelle won't mind ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe the best thing of all - last week I only went to the grocery store one time during the week and that was just to pick up milk and diapers! It usually feels as though we are there everyday normally. Let's just say our bank account is certainly thankful for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make 5 Dinners in 1 Hour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should check out Michelle's &lt;a href="http://www.5dinners1hour.blogspot.com/"&gt;Make Five Dinners in One Hour&lt;/a&gt;. Hopefully you'll be just as happy that you did as I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-7765644208456644364?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7765644208456644364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=7765644208456644364&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/7765644208456644364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/7765644208456644364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/03/make-5-dinners-in-1-hour.html' title='Make 5 Dinners in 1 Hour'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C6uQkF35Iic/TZARGs8qBoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/eLGtwOoDlSg/s72-c/dinners.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-3167564765054793502</id><published>2011-03-28T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T18:14:21.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinterest</title><content type='html'>I have a new love in my life. A much needed inspirational love. Have you checked out &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt; yet? I signed up about a month ago and have been loving every second! If you are like me, and your favorites list goes on and on and on, Pinterest may be just what you were looking for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, Pinterest allows you to quickly and effortlessly add a visual bookmark onto a virtual bulletin board so that you can quickly find just the thing that you were looking for. I was able to create pinboards for the categories that are my go-to inspiration....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hostessblog.com/2008/04/margarita-ice-pops/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6dcI8uHWhsQ/TY6Iy3ZIJnI/AAAAAAAAAc0/iZzQf0Ylzcg/s320/margarita_popsicles.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;food &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/61749403/pom-pom-garland"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZXg4Ti6dyHI/TY6JjZPzOCI/AAAAAAAAAc4/95aQWwM70cU/s320/pompom.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;craft inspiration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-soXfiYmxgWg/TY6KpHoAhHI/AAAAAAAAAc8/mPDjTm2Y5Rw/s1600/records.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-soXfiYmxgWg/TY6KpHoAhHI/AAAAAAAAAc8/mPDjTm2Y5Rw/s320/records.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;home decorating&amp;nbsp;ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XBN-7gQDV5E/TY6LOzMnx1I/AAAAAAAAAdA/OU4Hd--mNkE/s1600/swighammock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XBN-7gQDV5E/TY6LOzMnx1I/AAAAAAAAAdA/OU4Hd--mNkE/s320/swighammock.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;diy projects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rGYp6JI9_y4/TY6MPAwxTNI/AAAAAAAAAdE/hFOAc1S5fTw/s1600/sparrow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rGYp6JI9_y4/TY6MPAwxTNI/AAAAAAAAAdE/hFOAc1S5fTw/s320/sparrow.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;objects I would love to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Y4OIM22CAdg/TY6M1mITIqI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Yw4zGRehRes/s1600/Disguise-kit.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Y4OIM22CAdg/TY6M1mITIqI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Yw4zGRehRes/s320/Disguise-kit.png" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;printables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and with the ease of snapping my fingers, quickly link visual images from the internet onto the correct inspiration board using the Pinterest tool on my toolbar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Genius I say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now I just have to go back through my favorites and either change them to Pinterest ﻿and/or delete them. Why would I want to guess about what is listed in my favorites when I could simply see that things that I have found???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/hipmammma/"&gt;Check me out on Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-3167564765054793502?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3167564765054793502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=3167564765054793502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/3167564765054793502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/3167564765054793502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/03/pinterest.html' title='Pinterest'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6dcI8uHWhsQ/TY6Iy3ZIJnI/AAAAAAAAAc0/iZzQf0Ylzcg/s72-c/margarita_popsicles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-7562679041846639960</id><published>2011-03-27T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T09:00:00.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard From the Back of the Van</title><content type='html'>Today, while waiting for the Mr to leave the happiness that is OTV (computer store), I heard this gem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mikah:&amp;nbsp; Ya know, Lukas was just telling me how much he misses the old days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-7562679041846639960?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7562679041846639960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=7562679041846639960&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/7562679041846639960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/7562679041846639960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/03/overheard-from-back-of-van.html' title='Overheard From the Back of the Van'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-833527257728275700</id><published>2011-03-26T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T15:34:14.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Road Trip</title><content type='html'>While blog hopping today I came across an amazing idea that I just have to steal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a destination; make a list of thrift stores between your starting point and your destination; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-d7XfbBwod9M/TY5pZDYq06I/AAAAAAAAAco/DekM7Vjt15s/s1600/thrift+shop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-d7XfbBwod9M/TY5pZDYq06I/AAAAAAAAAco/DekM7Vjt15s/s320/thrift+shop.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add some fab music to your iPod; grab some great gals; don some hip glasses; jump into a cleansed-of-all-children car; and hit the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3E_sQk6Xx9A/TY5phogBEMI/AAAAAAAAAcs/foFjPYyKInk/s1600/women+driving.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3E_sQk6Xx9A/TY5phogBEMI/AAAAAAAAAcs/foFjPYyKInk/s320/women+driving.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the treasures to be found, and the simple joy of an open road treasure hunt with your besties! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HRJj98Eggtk/TY5ppQ9DniI/AAAAAAAAAcw/FE6fd1S6HK4/s1600/thrift.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HRJj98Eggtk/TY5ppQ9DniI/AAAAAAAAAcw/FE6fd1S6HK4/s320/thrift.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea has given me something to cling to while waiting the spring thaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose in????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-833527257728275700?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/833527257728275700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=833527257728275700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/833527257728275700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/833527257728275700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-road-trip.html' title='Spring Road Trip'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-d7XfbBwod9M/TY5pZDYq06I/AAAAAAAAAco/DekM7Vjt15s/s72-c/thrift+shop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-4057894728012937334</id><published>2011-02-23T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T12:56:32.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight Lines</title><content type='html'>So, I'm busy trying to rip straight lines of material for a lampshade&amp;nbsp;refashion&amp;nbsp;and am listening to this beautiful song while I do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in love with my new lampshades and Dawn Landes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/njPFQXVXTx4?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-4057894728012937334?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4057894728012937334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=4057894728012937334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/4057894728012937334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/4057894728012937334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/02/straight-lines.html' title='Straight Lines'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/njPFQXVXTx4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-7183685755004628170</id><published>2011-02-22T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T12:30:09.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard From the Back of the Van</title><content type='html'>While driving Alek's friend home this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alek:&amp;nbsp; Which would you rather have when you get older, a mustache or 6 o'clock shadow?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zak: 6 o'clock shadow. Definately.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alek: No doubt. I mean, you never know what's in a mustache.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-7183685755004628170?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7183685755004628170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=7183685755004628170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/7183685755004628170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/7183685755004628170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/02/overheard-from-back-of-van.html' title='Overheard From the Back of the Van'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-8098860329693050519</id><published>2011-02-02T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T19:35:53.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah!</title><content type='html'>I have so many projects to brag about on here, but am once again down a camera. And it's pretty darn hard to brag myself up without the photographic evidence you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once I haven't lost my camera, but my battery charger. I haven't been able to find it since we moved in August. Yikes.&amp;nbsp; To be fair though, it wasn't until the end of November that I managed to accomplish anything even remotely blog worthy in the house. Heck, there are still some rooms full of boxes. Sad, sad, sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even sadder is the fact that I'm too darn cheap to run out and buy a new charger. History has taught me that the missing one will reappear the day after I drop big bucks on a new one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take being camera challenged to a whole new level. Seriously.&amp;nbsp; This is likely my fifth post full of missing camera woes - and I'm too embarrassed to post every time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-8098860329693050519?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8098860329693050519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=8098860329693050519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/8098860329693050519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/8098860329693050519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/02/gah.html' title='Gah!'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-8047819934622832985</id><published>2011-02-01T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T19:57:58.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with a Future Cop</title><content type='html'>Lukas : &lt;em&gt;I'm going to be a policeman when I grow up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Really?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lukas: Y&lt;em&gt;es, and I'm going to throw you in jail.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: W&lt;em&gt;hy? That's so mean!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lukas (says comfortingly to me): &lt;em&gt;Don't worry, I'll take all the bears out before I put you in there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it's comforting to know that my boys will always have my best interests at heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-8047819934622832985?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8047819934622832985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=8047819934622832985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/8047819934622832985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/8047819934622832985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2011/02/conversations-with-future-cop.html' title='Conversations with a Future Cop'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-6016265294619704404</id><published>2010-12-29T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T23:21:06.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Anthropologie</title><content type='html'>While browsing the web tonight looking for bridesmaid dress inspiration I happened upon the Anthropologie website - which I had been neglecting. Now, I can't say that I found bridesmaid dresses, but I did find these wonderful things that I must try to replicate for my house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/TRwShFfg4CI/AAAAAAAAAcM/_dibjmXe3T4/s1600/anthromirror2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/TRwShFfg4CI/AAAAAAAAAcM/_dibjmXe3T4/s400/anthromirror2.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/TRwUJ2i_LjI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/J4aDzzIOfs4/s1600/hurricanecandle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/TRwUJ2i_LjI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/J4aDzzIOfs4/s400/hurricanecandle.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/TQ6RoYOBw6I/AAAAAAAAAbk/A6X0htel6p8/s1600/Love_actually.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/TQ6RoYOBw6I/AAAAAAAAAbk/A6X0htel6p8/s400/Love_actually.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/TQ6S6ByIozI/AAAAAAAAAbo/QzuKor0bUlM/s1600/Home_Alone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/TQ6S6ByIozI/AAAAAAAAAbo/QzuKor0bUlM/s400/Home_Alone.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/TQ6TpmcuBjI/AAAAAAAAAbs/5KmDPjypjLY/s1600/The-Santa-Clause-Holiday-Season.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&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/8007191935763897347-2703774157649669664?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2703774157649669664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=2703774157649669664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/2703774157649669664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/2703774157649669664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-movies.html' title='Christmas Movies'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/TQ6RoYOBw6I/AAAAAAAAAbk/A6X0htel6p8/s72-c/Love_actually.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-9022862582276594253</id><published>2010-12-14T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T16:24:51.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kind of Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I came across this tree on Curbly tonight - and I love it. Especially after dealing with what the cats have done to our tree this year. It's called the &lt;a href="http://www.tannenboing.com/"&gt;Tannenboing Tree&lt;/a&gt; and I wish that one of these trees would just jump itself all the way here and attach itself to my ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/TQgJRqnn5vI/AAAAAAAAAbc/bcwxUuvGGsc/s1600/naked-orng_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/TQgJRqnn5vI/AAAAAAAAAbc/bcwxUuvGGsc/s640/naked-orng_2.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Man, would I love to see the cats try to climb this tree! Bwahaha!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, I think the kids would quickly try to turn it into a tree fort. Of course, one could decorate the tree to discourage blanket draping, but I think I prefer it au-natural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/TQgKXqb1EhI/AAAAAAAAAbg/6098eYqyQVM/s1600/orng05_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/TQgKXqb1EhI/AAAAAAAAAbg/6098eYqyQVM/s640/orng05_2.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/8007191935763897347-9022862582276594253?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/9022862582276594253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=9022862582276594253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/9022862582276594253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/9022862582276594253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-kind-of-christmas-tree.html' title='My Kind of Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/TQgJRqnn5vI/AAAAAAAAAbc/bcwxUuvGGsc/s72-c/naked-orng_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-8626439878940952254</id><published>2010-12-12T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T08:42:31.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard While the Kids Were Playing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mikah:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Alek, did you just fart in my face?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alek:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikah:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Well then why does my face smell like a fart???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-8626439878940952254?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8626439878940952254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=8626439878940952254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/8626439878940952254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/8626439878940952254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/12/overheard-while-kids-were-playing.html' title='Overheard While the Kids Were Playing'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-790863138892696160</id><published>2010-10-05T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:34:03.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepare for Takeoff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow afternoon I am leaving on one of these&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/TKv7LzqPD1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/iqPz3bgvqII/s1600/westjet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="246" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/TKv7LzqPD1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/iqPz3bgvqII/s320/westjet.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to spend a few days here at a work conference&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/TKv7V539Y2I/AAAAAAAAAbU/5H-Drp592SM/s1600/calgary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/TKv7V539Y2I/AAAAAAAAAbU/5H-Drp592SM/s320/calgary.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Mr is on parent duty while I'm on leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sucker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8007191935763897347-790863138892696160?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/790863138892696160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=790863138892696160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/790863138892696160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/790863138892696160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/10/prepare-for-takeoff.html' title='Prepare for Takeoff'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/TKv7LzqPD1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/iqPz3bgvqII/s72-c/westjet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-3217447662313266910</id><published>2010-09-27T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:47:19.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back with my Sanity Mostly Intact</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile but hopefully you will understand. It feels like it's been such a long time since I've been on here, and I'm a little worried that I may have lost my "voice" so to speak. I guess I should just dive in, so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided that we needed to move to a bigger house; we found the perfect house; closed on the house and moved - all within 3 weeks! It has been a CRAZY time I tell ya. We just finished with our old house this weekend and now can concentrate on fully moving in to our new home. Which means I may be able to stop living out of the suitcase someday soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved from one side of the city to the other which has been a huge change for all of us. Alek started at a new school and it's been a hard adjustment. The new school is about triple the population&amp;nbsp;of his old school and is freaking me out too, so I can understand where he's coming from. He's having a hard time making friends and the boys in his class aren't being overly welcoming, which is very hard for this mammma to handle. So please, cross your fingers&amp;nbsp;for me that they will soon see what an awesome kid he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lukas is now in a big-boy bed and the transition has been surprisingly easy. Although I find him curled up on the floor almost every morning. He told me this morning that, "me not fall out of bed, me just like it here." Ok, whatever floats your boat Lukas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikah is almost four. We are having boundary issues daily. I can't wait until he is old enough to be mostly reasonable. Seriously; I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has started back up for me as well and I have a full plate of math and language arts students. I've got a nice mix of new students and returning ones which keeps me on my toes; but I wouldn't trade it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. A short and sweet post. How did I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-3217447662313266910?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3217447662313266910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=3217447662313266910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/3217447662313266910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/3217447662313266910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-back-with-my-sanity-mostly-intact.html' title='I&apos;m Back with my Sanity Mostly Intact'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-4790153027317458280</id><published>2010-08-06T00:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T07:33:43.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Big changes are happening for my family. Big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-4790153027317458280?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4790153027317458280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=4790153027317458280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/4790153027317458280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/4790153027317458280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-6456248083437582457</id><published>2010-07-23T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T08:03:23.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telling It Like It Is</title><content type='html'>Parenting is a hard and mostly thankless job. Yes, of course your kids love you and of course you love them back but even that amount of love doesn't make the job any easier. Especially on the days when you don't actually &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; your children very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so happy to see the recent acknowledgement of the fact that parenting really isn't the rose colored dream that you picture when you are planning a family. In my dream we were all dressed in white and happily skipping hand-in-hand through a meadow. In actuality the meadow is the back yard, because I haven't had the time to cut the grass, and the children are busy trying to outrun one another so that they don't get whacked with a stick or a toy. You would find me collapsed on a lawn chair praying that no one gets hurt so that I&amp;nbsp;could have even a few minutes to myself. Now that's an honest day in parenting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning while my children were screaming at me like possessed banshees&amp;nbsp;demanding pop, yeah right, I found this post on &lt;a href="http://laskigal.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-you-but.html"&gt;From the Cheap Seats&lt;/a&gt;. I thought the post was fantastic and she did a great job describing parenting/mothering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it. You'll enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers, how do you find parenting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-6456248083437582457?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6456248083437582457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=6456248083437582457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/6456248083437582457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/6456248083437582457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/07/telling-it-like-it-is.html' title='Telling It Like It Is'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-6331317976521900297</id><published>2010-07-22T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T17:57:57.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy Was Definately Not a Mother!</title><content type='html'>I know all about Murphy's Law, but I'm&amp;nbsp; wondering if there is such a thing out there that just applies to the laws of mothering. A Mother's Law if you will. Maybe I should start one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mother's Law&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you are busy rushing around trying to get way too many things done in way too little time, one or more of your children will sabotage you. Yes, sabotage you. The most common form is the "innocent sabotage." Someone will need an emergency trip to the doctor; a mess of unimaginable proportions will be made; someone will get an earache; the list goes on. You know what I'm talking about. Quit while you're ahead. Seriously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took a job making 300 dainties for a wedding this Saturday. They are being picked up tomorrow and I started today. I've been busy rushing about the kitchen in a well ordered chaos. My plan was perfect and it's all about timing. Nothing should go wrong. This should be easy. Bake one pan and prepare another batch while the first one is in the oven. Repeat this process about 10 times. My plan was being executed perfectly and I even had time to sit down and grab a quick bite of supper with my little guys. We are finishing about 2 minutes before the timer goes off when I hear the sound of running water. Wait a minute, running water falling onto the floor. What the??? It sounds close. Really close. Like sitting across the table close. I glance down at the floor and see that my would-be-potty-trainer is in the process of emptying his King Kong sized bladder all over his chair! &lt;em&gt;Ding Ding&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; that would be my oven timer!&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Shit, shit, shit!!!&lt;/em&gt; If only mom's could freeze time. I would have been able to at least save the pile of books that I had placed on the floor. But no. I had squares to save and a lake of pee to clean. Then I had to wash the floor, wash the chair, wash Mikah and wash myself. And as I'm wont to do when the going gets tough, take a few minutes to blog about it. My timing is off and my schedule is down the crapper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of crappers, just as I'm about to get back to work Lukas decides to make me a present.&amp;nbsp; Sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-6331317976521900297?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6331317976521900297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=6331317976521900297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/6331317976521900297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/6331317976521900297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/07/murphy-was-definately-not-mother.html' title='Murphy Was Definately Not a Mother!'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-9133064149447900982</id><published>2010-07-22T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T17:32:04.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendly Friday Follow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a border="0" href="http://www.toddlerawesome.blogspot.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4624788364_8f66dc4d57_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am! I'm so happy that you stopped by to check out my musings on life, motherhood and food from the Canadian Prairies! I'm looking forward to checking out other blogs and hopefully getting to know some more&amp;nbsp;fabulous people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;May my blog make you smile :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-9133064149447900982?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/9133064149447900982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=9133064149447900982&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/9133064149447900982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/9133064149447900982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/07/friendly-friday-follow.html' title='Friendly Friday Follow'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-9089500989264961408</id><published>2010-07-19T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T13:44:17.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boogers, Burgers and Babies</title><content type='html'>We have had 3 nice days in a row here in Saskatoon. Yes, I said it. 3 sunny days in a row. Frankly, this is amazing blog worthy weather for this summer. Mostly it's amazing because I'm cheap. What does being cheap have to do with nice sunny warm weather you're wondering? It's important, because in the early spring I bought a big pool for the backyard. I had visions of lazily floating around the pool in the afternoon; watching Alek and his friends happily splashing away for hours; and introducing the two little ones to the magic that is a pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here we are in the middle of July and I have managed to climb into the pool a grand total of&amp;nbsp;4 times. Alek maybe&amp;nbsp;6 times. And my babies have been in twice. There have been rain and storms here almost everyday this summer. On the plus side, the rain has kept the pool filled but it has ruined my dream of lazy-sunny-floating afternoons. Or has it? Maybe we are just off to a slow start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type this I am currently blogging beside the pool while watching Alek and his BFF snort, splash and swim. So far so good. The truly exciting part? This is the third day in a row that we have been able to use the pool!!! Alek loves it, his friends love it, I love it, Mikah tolerates it and Lukas strongly dislikes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wondering about the booger part? Well, Mikah and Lukas both have head colds. Let's just say that a healthy dose of salt water and a head cold does not a pleasant swimming experience make. I'm sure that the swimming pool is just a glorified &lt;a href="http://chealth.canoe.ca/channel_section_details.asp?text_id=4233&amp;amp;channel_id=40&amp;amp;relation_id=25176"&gt;Nettie Pot&lt;/a&gt; to them. And Alek's friend. &lt;em&gt;~sorry, I just gagged a bit at the thought of all that snot.~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick recap... I'm loving the pool, when I get a chance to use it; pool water + babies = boogers; and sitting outside in the warn sunny weather really makes me want to BBQ some burgers. Too bad we ran out of propane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-9089500989264961408?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/9089500989264961408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=9089500989264961408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/9089500989264961408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/9089500989264961408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/07/boogers-burgers-and-babies.html' title='Boogers, Burgers and Babies'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-1480160181598638347</id><published>2010-07-19T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T13:07:01.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training Setback</title><content type='html'>Mikah has been doing really well at the "going on the potty" business. His grandpa took him for a little over a week about a month ago and they worked hard at getting the consistency down. I find it's&amp;nbsp;really hard to be consistent when we both&amp;nbsp;work and the kids are at a babysitters for the day. Anyway, in the last month he has had maybe a handful of accidents. Pretty darn good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Mikah peed in the potty.&lt;br /&gt;He also peed on the couch. Twice. &lt;br /&gt;At the bottom of the stairs. Once. &lt;br /&gt;In his shorts. Well, everytime.&lt;br /&gt;In an empty box on the living room floor. Once.&lt;br /&gt;On a big weed outside. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor carpet cleaner got a workout. The funny thing was that since Mikah's been in-training, lukas has decided that he should be too. Lukas is also our resident streaker so&amp;nbsp;I naturally assumed that all of the potty accidents were due to his diaperless bum. But no, his bare bum was dry and Mikah's clothed one was always wet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor, poor Mikah. Hopefully today will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-1480160181598638347?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1480160181598638347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=1480160181598638347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/1480160181598638347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/1480160181598638347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/07/potty-training-setback.html' title='Potty Training Setback'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-5298444970279159321</id><published>2010-07-12T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T17:35:30.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Kisses</title><content type='html'>Mikah just came upstairs with a sweet mischievious grin on his face and a story to share with me about his daycare friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;M: &amp;nbsp;"Mommy, today Bailey and&amp;nbsp;me had lots of kisses." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: "You and Bailey had lots of kisses?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;M: "Yes. We had lots of kisses in her room. Then we wiped our mouths and said, yucky, yucky and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;went back to play."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, sweet little kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-5298444970279159321?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5298444970279159321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=5298444970279159321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/5298444970279159321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/5298444970279159321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-kisses.html' title='Little Kisses'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-7795199055851423502</id><published>2010-06-22T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T18:05:55.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know, I Know</title><content type='html'>I'm a terrible, terrible blogger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to manage life and a blog (or 3) at the same time. Yep, I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my defence though, life around here as been even more hectic than normal in the last few weeks. Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got the flu. Seriously thought I would die.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then Alek got the flu the next day. Not good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All of this happened while I was supposed to be getting reports finished for the end of the school year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking if the end of the year,&amp;nbsp;I needed to finish up all kinds of stuff with my students. It just crept up on me this year. Must have been the crappy weather; it made me forget that it's now summer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh yeah, and I lost my camera which has really bummed me out. There have been so many good photo opportunities that I wanted to post but was too depressed by the once-again-disappearance-of-my-camera to do so. maybe this would be a good time to do a shout out to Canon. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hey Canon, I lurve your cameras and would do an amazing review in exchange for a new camera! Come on, please???? You don't want a mommy and blogger to be without a Canon camera do you??? Please help a sad, sad mommy out. I know you want to..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are in the midst of potty training 2 boys. 2 boys and 1 bathroom. Enough said.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And the rain. The rain has been downright depressing. Living in Saskatchewan we get enough dark, dreary hours during the winter thank you very much. I did not need grey days all spring as well! Let's just say that I have not been in a tolerant mood the last few weeks. Ok, I'll say it; bitch on wheels.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, and then the Mr got the flu. Thankfully the little ones didn't get it. I'm not sure how, but I'm grateful. Nothing is worse then everyone having the flu at the same time. With 1 bathroom. That is family bonding time that I never need to experience again. Ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did manage to go paint balling with the students. I got shot in the head. Twice. The kids thought it was hilarious. I think that I need to buy a paintball gun, or 6. I forgot how much fun it was, aside from the shot twice in the head thing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ok, once I typed it out it doesn't seem that bad. But add it to the usual working, cleaning, cooking, mowing, refereeing, laundry, driving, cleaning, cleaning, cleaning... I've been busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer session starts soon and I'm hoping for a smooth summer. With most of it spent floating in the pool. If the rain ever stops that is. Maybe I should just build a raft to float along on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-7795199055851423502?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7795199055851423502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=7795199055851423502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/7795199055851423502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/7795199055851423502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-know-i-know.html' title='I Know, I Know'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-7378077952879797025</id><published>2010-05-26T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T17:42:18.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood Music</title><content type='html'>Literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found THE BEST SITE. Pick your mood and it selects the music for you. Amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The playlists are filled with songs that we already know and love as well as an excellent mix of music that we will be loving to discover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check-check-check it out....&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://stereomood.com/"&gt;Stereomood.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~edited to add... OMG, it even has a play list for &lt;strong&gt;cleaning&lt;/strong&gt;!!!~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-7378077952879797025?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7378077952879797025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=7378077952879797025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/7378077952879797025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/7378077952879797025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/05/mood-music.html' title='Mood Music'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-5088758100300290885</id><published>2010-05-24T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T18:46:59.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Mine Cosa Verde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I was blog hopping today (One Pretty Thing...to...Indie Fixx...to...) and I came across the most fabulous, amazing, beautiful site&amp;nbsp;... &lt;a href="http://cosaverde.com/"&gt;Cosa Verde&lt;/a&gt;! It's similar to Etsy but is dedicated to selling sustainably handmade goods direct from independent artists. I'm talking about re-purposing baby! I &lt;em&gt;lurve&lt;/em&gt; people who manage to find new uses from older items. 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cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S_sq2qIoo3I/AAAAAAAAAa4/TYTF_vuKsUE/s200/Two_Peas_In_a_Pod_Necklace_jpg_430x430_crop_q85.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/8007191935763897347-5088758100300290885?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5088758100300290885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=5088758100300290885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/5088758100300290885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/5088758100300290885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/05/make-mine-cosa-verde.html' title='Make Mine Cosa Verde'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S_seXdiXmHI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/qTexG0HUiYI/s72-c/HOOT_OWL_IN_A_FEDORA_Retro_Baby_Brown_Short_Sleeve_Bodysuit_jpg_430x430_crop_q85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-2619906650020485557</id><published>2010-04-24T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:39:28.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, To Be a Man</title><content type='html'>(and no, this isn't a disparaging post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;a href="http://www.hostessblog.com/2010/04/real-parties-grumpy-old-men-birthday/"&gt;this party write-up&lt;/a&gt; on Hostess with the Mostess today. I &lt;em&gt;lurve&lt;/em&gt; this idea; it makes me wish that I was a&amp;nbsp;man so that I could have a Grumpy Old Man Party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Grumpy Old Woman Party just wouldn't be the same. Let's compare possible&amp;nbsp;itineraries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumpy Old Men (this was the original party-goers itinerary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;get up really early&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;put on awesome old men clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to a donut shop and read the newspaper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go longboarding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;work on the car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;breakfast at the local diner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;18 holes of golf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lunch at the clubhouse; plus whiskey and pipe smoking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shenanigans in the parking lot (likely thanks to the whiskey)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jacuzzi time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;swim racing (even grumpy old men need to compete)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BBQ for an early supper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drinks at the local dive bar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;OK, what could a Grumpy Old Woman Party include&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;wake up early&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get dressed in old woman clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grab huge purse and head to the beauty salon for a "set"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gossip while getting hair did&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go out to a pancake house for breakfast and coffee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gossip while having breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;head to a watercolor class (which could actually be fun. Anyone heard of watercolor nudes???)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;light lunch and complaining contest (mostly cocktails LOL)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bargain shopping (everyone would have to pull a metal cart behind them and would only have a certain amount of money to spend; who could do it the best)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;relaxation time (pedicures at the spa; let's get those corns looked after)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;supper at a swanky restaurant where we laugh uproariously and have no verbal filter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drinks at a blue collar pub; where we can harass all the men for a change&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well, I've changed my mind. An Old Woman's party just might be simply delightful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S9Pi96_HVkI/AAAAAAAAAaA/r0NkAAcNB8k/s1600/old-ladies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S9Pi96_HVkI/AAAAAAAAAaA/r0NkAAcNB8k/s320/old-ladies.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ideas do you have for activities??? I just might have to throw one of these parties, so throw the ideas my way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-2619906650020485557?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2619906650020485557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=2619906650020485557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/2619906650020485557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/2619906650020485557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-to-be-man.html' title='Oh, To Be a Man'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S9Pi96_HVkI/AAAAAAAAAaA/r0NkAAcNB8k/s72-c/old-ladies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-2820478363360378901</id><published>2010-04-20T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:08:54.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Boy</title><content type='html'>The weather here has been really nice. I mean, REALLY NICE. The temps have been way above normal; we're talking shorts and tanks people! It seems like&amp;nbsp;everyone has&amp;nbsp;been wearing sandles for weeks now, but&amp;nbsp;I am slow to catch on. Yesterday I realized that my kids were still wearing their rubber boots. There have been no puddles for least a week. Their poor little feet must have been sweltering in those boots. Yes, I'm Mommy of the year material for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, off to the shoe store we go to get their little piggies outfitted in some swanky new Dawgs. Hey, they may be ugly, but they can put them on themselves and every little bit of help helps me. Lukas picked out his own pair,&amp;nbsp;while Mikah layed on the bench feigning indifference to the whole process. In fact, every time&amp;nbsp;I turned around the little bugger had put his rubber boots back on. I figured that he would embrace his new shoes tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow came (this morning) and he in fact did embrace his shoes. Or would have, if he was wearing socks in them. There was a fit of epic proportions when he realized that his very mean Mommy, whom he hates by the way, was in fact going to make him wear the shoes sans socks. I wouldn't normally be so heartless, but I was too lazy to do the laundry last night or hunt around for matching or even semi-matching socks this morning. I was sure I would be on easy street with one less thing to get ready in the morning thanks to the new sandles. Mikah was not having it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that his aversion to the sockless sandles was not the feel of the shoes, it was not the cooler air upon his feet, it was not the shoes themselves, it was not the color of the shoes, it was not the fact that he hadn't picked them out himself. It turned out that he needed to wear socks so that no one saw his "bare-naked-toes."&amp;nbsp; All the screaming, thrashing, yelling, and yes swearing was over bare-naked-toes. I told him that no one would care and that all the other kids would have bare toes as well. But no, he was convinced that the babysitters would look at his "bare naked toes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mean mommy, whom he hates, threw him in the van sockless. He would have to chance it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wore his shoes all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-2820478363360378901?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2820478363360378901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=2820478363360378901&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/2820478363360378901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/2820478363360378901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/04/funny-boy.html' title='Funny Boy'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-7801521729975405419</id><published>2010-04-20T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:49:17.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I've Gone and Done It</title><content type='html'>I have a new quasi-blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hipmammma.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://hipmammma.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across Tumblr. tonight and thought, &lt;em&gt;"now, what is this?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew, I had another blog. My Tumblr account will be dedicated to all of the amazing things that I stumble across online. Many of the things that people make/do are too awesome not to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out, and if you suddenly, magically have&amp;nbsp;a Tumblr. account, follow me so that I may in turn follow you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-7801521729975405419?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7801521729975405419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=7801521729975405419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/7801521729975405419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/7801521729975405419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-ive-gone-and-done-it.html' title='Now I&apos;ve Gone and Done It'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-1547220071649203879</id><published>2010-04-14T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T13:28:11.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night was the first time that I heard this out of my baby's mouth;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wub You"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aww, I wub you too Lukas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-1547220071649203879?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1547220071649203879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=1547220071649203879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/1547220071649203879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/1547220071649203879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/04/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-1321100583162844598</id><published>2010-04-12T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:42:47.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Holland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WELCOME TO HOLLAND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; by&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Emily Perl Kingsley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am often asked &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you're going to have a baby, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You pack your bags and off you go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Several hours later, the plane lands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Holland?!?" you say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm supposed to be in Italy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But there's been a change in the flight plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The important thing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's just a different place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So you must go out and buy new guide books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you must learn a whole new language. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's just a different place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But after you've been there for a while &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and you catch your breath, you look around.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Holland has tulips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holland even has Rembrandts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And for the rest of your life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's what I had planned." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the pain of that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will never, ever, ever, ever go away... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But... if you spend your life mourning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the fact that you didn't get to Italy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you may never be free to enjoy the very special, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the very lovely things ... about Holland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~This poem sums up how I am feeling at the moment; it's amazing how I can feel blessed and emotionally devestated at the same time. I love my life in Holland, but I do wonder what life in Italy would have been like.~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8007191935763897347-1321100583162844598?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1321100583162844598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=1321100583162844598&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/1321100583162844598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/1321100583162844598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/04/welcome-to-holland.html' title='Welcome to Holland'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-8708884002783098588</id><published>2010-04-10T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T16:34:59.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Old Are We</title><content type='html'>Mikah: &lt;em&gt;Mom, you're going downstairs?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikah: &lt;em&gt;We can't come. I'm not old enough yet, me only 3.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Yay! Yes, that's right, you're 3! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikah: &lt;em&gt;Yeah, and Lukas is 2.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;That's right!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikah: &lt;em&gt;And you are 6. Right Mom?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Awww, of course I'm 6. How old is Alek?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikah: &lt;em&gt;What is dad's name? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;What is dad's name?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikah: &lt;em&gt;Yeah, that guy is old. He's older than 6.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;What about Alek?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikah: &lt;em&gt;Oh, Alek is 3. He's the same as me. We're old as each other. Can I come downstairs with you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conversation marks the first time that Mikah has told me how old he is. He has refused to admit that he is now 3. What a milestone! And for those of you not in the know, Lukas is 2, Mikah is 3, Alek is 9, and we are older than 6. And yes, the Mr is older than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~As I type this Mikah and Lukas are in the living room playing Time Out. Funny how nicely they can sit in time out when it's only a game.~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-8708884002783098588?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8708884002783098588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=8708884002783098588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/8708884002783098588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/8708884002783098588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-old-are-we.html' title='How Old Are We'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-1219510454223396657</id><published>2010-04-09T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:57:35.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Week Off</title><content type='html'>In the words of my love Mika; Relax, Take it Easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Xvn_Ku55cI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Xvn_Ku55cI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-1219510454223396657?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1219510454223396657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=1219510454223396657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/1219510454223396657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/1219510454223396657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-week-off.html' title='My Week Off'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-4621133426670424028</id><published>2010-04-09T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:42:56.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-4621133426670424028?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4621133426670424028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=4621133426670424028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/4621133426670424028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/4621133426670424028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-3875123954481402047</id><published>2010-03-31T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:32:29.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glamping</title><content type='html'>And just what is glamping you ask? Glamping is glamorous + camping of course! And it sounds like my idea of roughing it for sure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://glampinggirl.com/author/admin"&gt;Glamping Girl&lt;/a&gt; breaks it down for us, &lt;em&gt;"Glamping truly originated in the early 1900’s, with the popularization of the safari, The word safari is an Arabic verb meaning “to make a journey” and an entire industry was created to cater to the needs of the demanding European and American travelers, looking to bag a trophy and experience adventure in the wilds of Africa. Naturally, the wealthy travelers weren’t eager to part with the creature comforts of home, and instead stayed in luxurious canvas tent lodgings. These tents were fully furnished with beds, luxurious bedding, Persian rugs, antiques and fully staffed with chefs, guides, porters and butlers. A new trend of glamping has emerged with luxury camping resorts, safari camps, eco-resorts and campgrounds offering every amenity imaginable, from 5 star dining to spas. Manufacturers are catching on, offering designer gadgets and gear to bring style to the wilderness. Regardless of budget, you can enjoy the great outdoors without sacrificing luxury."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;have been dreaming of rehauling an Airsteam trailer for quite awhile now and making it a cozy camping oasis on wheels. One of my favorite sites, &lt;a href="http://www.oneprettything.com/#"&gt;One Pretty Thing&lt;/a&gt;, dedicated a roundup today all about Glamping. Check it out, you'll likely decide that glamping is for you too. I love tenting and camping, but there is no reason to be uncomfortable while doing it! Who's up for a Glamping adventure???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, does anyone have an Airstream trailer that they no longer want???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-3875123954481402047?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3875123954481402047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=3875123954481402047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/3875123954481402047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/3875123954481402047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/03/glamping.html' title='Glamping'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-2473171664619530308</id><published>2010-03-31T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:05:34.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a dream about shopping. It was so strange. I was in a place that reminded me of Macau, with little shops open to the street and people with a party attitude everywhere. Ok, that's not so wierd, but the stores were. Here's a few that I remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Sock store. Ok, maybe not so strange except that all of the socks had the toes missing. Like leg warmer socks. Oh, and the socks were all brown.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Organic Clothing store. You customized your own clothes. Sound good? Well, you customized them by picking out the clothing item that you wanted AND an essential oil fragrance. The clothing was then permanently infused with that scent. The store was packed with people and the scents were crazy.&amp;nbsp;I don't really remember them, but I do remember being awed by the whole concept.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The diaper store. All the diapers had animal tails on them. Disposable diapers with animal tails. WTF???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Liquor store, where you could just open up a bottle and take a swig to test it out. If you didn't like it you just put it back on the shelf. Then the next person would come along and take a swig out of the same bottle. And yes Lev, this even grossed me out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;There were more but I can't quite put my finger on what ecactly they were anymore. Maybe it'll come back to me. I do remember that the stores became too overwhelming for me at some point and I went and sat in a random alley for a long time while my shopping partners carried on. Until the cops came that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what&amp;nbsp;I had to eat or drink last night before bed???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-2473171664619530308?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2473171664619530308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=2473171664619530308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/2473171664619530308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/2473171664619530308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-5036529953470385009</id><published>2010-03-30T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T20:52:57.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcake Courier</title><content type='html'>My cupcakes can now travel in style! Up until tonight my cupcakes have had to brave&amp;nbsp;pampers boxes, cupcake pans, paper box lids, shoe boxes and more to get to their destination in one piece. I never bought one of the Wilton carriers because, seriously, who ever just takes a dozen cupcakes? Not me, that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight at HomeSense I found this... The Cupcake Courier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S7LGfHy87EI/AAAAAAAAAY4/70MIc4cLN0g/s1600/cupcakecourier.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S7LGfHy87EI/AAAAAAAAAY4/70MIc4cLN0g/s400/cupcakecourier.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It holds 36 iced cupcakes! Three dozen cupcakes is definately how I roll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering; yes, I do have something special planned for it's virgin voyage in the next couple of days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-5036529953470385009?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5036529953470385009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=5036529953470385009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/5036529953470385009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/5036529953470385009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/03/cupcake-courier.html' title='Cupcake Courier'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S7LGfHy87EI/AAAAAAAAAY4/70MIc4cLN0g/s72-c/cupcakecourier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-2946169998322482589</id><published>2010-03-29T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T18:26:32.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Their Baack...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S7Fy4HTkj0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/3qaOGQOrFmk/s1600/moth2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S7Fy4HTkj0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/3qaOGQOrFmk/s320/moth2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Disgusting moths! In case&amp;nbsp;I haven't shared this yet, all it takes is a moth sighting to send my body into convulsions, my feet running in the opposite direction and my arms over my head as if&amp;nbsp;to protect myself from an incoming missile. Oh, and I scream. I can't help it. Everything about their disgusting furry bodies and lifeless-grey wings&amp;nbsp;makes me feel faint. I literally break out into a sweat if I am the only adult at home, and therefore must attempt to kill the creatures myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. They crunch when you hit them with a rolled up newspaper; or a broom (I can't get too close, they might &lt;em&gt;touch me).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having a pretty good wind here tonight and it caught the screen door and was swinging it wildly around. I raced down the stairs to shut it before the sound woke my sleeping angels (whom I don't want to have to see until morning). I grabbed the door and pulled it shut only to see about 6 moths hanging onto the window. They were smiling demonic smiles at me. I'm sure of it. Sleeping kids be darned, I slammed that door and raced back up the stairs. Hey, I didn't scream though; that's pretty amazing for me. Just ask my Mr. if you don't believe me. Or any member of my family. It's really quite pathetic to witness. The snow hasn't even all melted yet. Gross, gross, gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-2946169998322482589?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2946169998322482589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=2946169998322482589&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/2946169998322482589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/2946169998322482589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/03/their-baack.html' title='Their Baack...'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S7Fy4HTkj0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/3qaOGQOrFmk/s72-c/moth2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-9117542164758328784</id><published>2010-03-29T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T18:57:26.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toys x 2</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to get the boys Doodle Boards for quite awhile, but at $30 a pop x 2... I wasn't sure if they wouold like them or if it would once again be money wasted. Just by chance I actually looked at the Toys R Us website last week, and wouldn't you know, they had them on sale for 10 bucks! Now that's my kind of deal. Were the doodle boards a hit? We're on day 3 and they are still playing with them! Amazing! the only things in the past that have held their attention for so long are dollar store toys and cardboard boxes. Two identical Doodle Boards means less fighting. Aren't they cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S7FZlVyUoHI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bX5VbFm5eNY/s1600/doodle1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S7FZlVyUoHI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bX5VbFm5eNY/s320/doodle1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S7FZvtzrWwI/AAAAAAAAAYo/9BMFbmwnNfo/s1600/doodle2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S7FZvtzrWwI/AAAAAAAAAYo/9BMFbmwnNfo/s320/doodle2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On another note, those of you with twins or kids really close in age, how do you handle the toy buying/sharing issue? I've pretty much been buying two of most things that are exactly identical. This cuts down on all of the squabbling over whose toy it is. That said, we still have plently "single" toys in the house that the boys LOVE to fight over and occassionally manage to work out some way of sharing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What do you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/8007191935763897347-9117542164758328784?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/9117542164758328784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=9117542164758328784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/9117542164758328784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/9117542164758328784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/03/toys-x-2.html' title='Toys x 2'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S7FZlVyUoHI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bX5VbFm5eNY/s72-c/doodle1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-3955509637765909495</id><published>2010-03-29T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T18:42:16.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes Help Save the Day</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago, on my blogging hiatus, Alek's school had a fun night to help and raise money for the new playground. When I heard there was going to be a bake sale table... my imagination went into overload! It's nice to have a creative project with a deadline; this ensures that I will actually make the time for some fun in the kitchen. I ended up making 7 doz cupcakes and 12 bags of carmel corn. The popcorn was a last minute addition, mostly beacuse I had the ingredients on hand and time to kill between batches of cupcakes. 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Honestly, this kids vocabulary would make a trucker proud. Alek really never swore so this is a new one for us to deal with. And, as the parent who is most guilty of helping him increase his vocabulary, I get the job of trying to explain why he can't use bad words. As you can imagine, reasoning with a know-it-all 3 year old never goes over very successfully. For instance, and please try not to judge me too harshly, in the yard today Mikah and Lukas were fighting over who got to sit in the car when&amp;nbsp;I heard this come out of my darling's mouth, "get off you stupid asshole." I reprimanded him right away and he looked up at me with his deep blue eyes and said, "it's ok Mommy, I was only talking to Lukas, not you." Somehow he is smart enough to grasp the&amp;nbsp;concept that certain language can be appropriate within your own peer set, but how to convince him that "asshole" is not the type of word one would use when your peers are 3 years old???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my own love of "bad" words is coming back to haunt me. In spades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-5593376145066393194?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5593376145066393194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=5593376145066393194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/5593376145066393194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/5593376145066393194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/03/mikah-swears.html' title='Mikah Swears'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-999987985628060185</id><published>2010-03-28T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T23:10:30.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard From the Back of the Van</title><content type='html'>Here's another soon-to-be-classic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while Lev and Alek were out-and-about all was quiet in the car. When the car is quiet you know that Alek is in deep reflection about something. Sure enough after about 15 minutes of silence Lev hears this come from the backseat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dad, why don't you ever tell the Government about my ideas?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our dear son considers himself an inventor extraordinaire,&amp;nbsp;as well as&amp;nbsp;a military strategist who would love nothing more than to share his wisdom with the people in high places. I have no doubt that he is going to accomplish amazing things in his life, but I pity the people who unexpectedly experience his 9 year old onslaught of "knowledge." His ideas of how things work (or should work) is such a mishmash of arcane facts and fantastical imaginings, yet he is so sure of himself that at times you actually doubt what you know to be true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, on second thought, maybe we should try to find him a direct line to the Prime Minister - it might not hurt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-999987985628060185?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/999987985628060185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=999987985628060185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/999987985628060185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/999987985628060185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/03/overheard-from-back-of-van.html' title='Overheard From the Back of the Van'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-8938156721275781298</id><published>2010-03-27T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:34:00.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just spent an evening belly down on the couch watching &lt;a href="http://www.motherhoodthefilm.com/"&gt;Motherhood&lt;/a&gt;. I had no idea what it was about, besides the fact that Uma Thurman was in it. Once&amp;nbsp;her character&amp;nbsp;started Blogging, I was hooked. Blogging about motherhood&amp;nbsp;and life&amp;nbsp;no less! Would she be honest or would she be one of the closet-drinker-mom's, as I refer to them. You know, the ones who&amp;nbsp;are all rainbows, cotton candy and perfectly accessorized lives. How can that level of perfection actually exist??? But... I digress; another post for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mr. and I watched it together; ok, he watched with one eye on the screen and another buried in a book, but as he did offer up the occasional comment or question I am choosing to believe that he was way more attuned to the movie than the book. One thing that really struck him was how women respond to other women out in public. Yes, we really can be nasty, unsupportive bitches to one another. Why is it so hard to offer support one aspiring super-mom to another? Would it kill us? I choose to believe that it would make us stronger, individually and as a group. Imagine getting home after a day of errands with kids in tow with your head held high and a smile on your face because another mom offered a verbal commendation to you instead of a snide aside. Wow, wouldn't that be amazing? Everyone would be in a happier mood. You might even be happy to see your other half walk in the door after work instead of resenting the fact that he does not have to deal with this BS on a daily basis. I know that such an event would help me appreciate the gifts that&amp;nbsp;I have in my life instead feeling constantly pressured and stressed that I&amp;nbsp;am failing&amp;nbsp;my job evaluations as mommy, wife, homemaker and employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Motherhood, left me feeling both validated and&amp;nbsp;yearning for my moment of clarity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and the soundtrack is killer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This aspiring super-mom recommends that you watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-8938156721275781298?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8938156721275781298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=8938156721275781298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/8938156721275781298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/8938156721275781298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-spent-evening-belly-down-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-7772234334287162251</id><published>2010-03-25T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:28:22.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Guys</title><content type='html'>I've been super busy lately and without much sleep or time, it has been hard to get on here and post anything coherent. Please be gentle as&amp;nbsp;I attempt to climb back on the horse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, maybe a funny story is the way to ease myself back into the saddle; good thing there is no shortage of those around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alek's best-bud Steven was over awhile ago and they set themselves up on the couch in front of the Wii playing some military game that they love. You know, the kind with lots of shooting and bravado. It was Alek's turn at the controller and the conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Steven: &lt;em&gt;Why did he just call you Bulldog? You're guy's name &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; isn't Bulldog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Alek (in full out lecturer mode): &lt;em&gt;Well, he called me Bulldog &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; because my guy is a Commando. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Commando's are tough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;and so they need tough guy nicknames. You know, like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Bulldog, or &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarge, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;or Ice Cream. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Steven: &lt;em&gt;Oh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A classic Alek and Steven conversation. Those boys just make me laugh and laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-7772234334287162251?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7772234334287162251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=7772234334287162251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/7772234334287162251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/7772234334287162251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/03/tough-guys.html' title='Tough Guys'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-8672578476636540509</id><published>2010-03-17T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:55:29.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest Readers</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Thank you for not abandoning me; even if it appears that I have abandoned you. I'll be back shortly with hilarity, stories, recipes, pictures, ideas and crafts. Be patient with me please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S6G_scpWCcI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5dnXwzPaYg4/s1600-h/Man+relaxing+with+his+laptop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S6G_scpWCcI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5dnXwzPaYg4/s400/Man+relaxing+with+his+laptop.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo ~ Barb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/8007191935763897347-8672578476636540509?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8672578476636540509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=8672578476636540509&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/8672578476636540509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/8672578476636540509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/03/dearest-readers.html' title='Dearest Readers'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S6G_scpWCcI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5dnXwzPaYg4/s72-c/Man+relaxing+with+his+laptop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-5261514319520567183</id><published>2010-02-19T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T09:41:13.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dora, Dora, Dora</title><content type='html'>Ok, Mikah is obsessed with Dora the Explorer right now. So obsessed that I have this song running constanty through my head this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FvcJqcUlYTo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FvcJqcUlYTo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that I am a grumpy old Troll who wishes she had a bridge to hide under lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it in your head now too???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-5261514319520567183?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5261514319520567183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=5261514319520567183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/5261514319520567183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/5261514319520567183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/02/dora-dora-dora.html' title='Dora, Dora, Dora'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-5366795570685330882</id><published>2010-02-17T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:02:55.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ground Beef... Blah.</title><content type='html'>After the baking this afternoon, followed by lots of cuddling of Lukas, it was almost supper time. Gah!!! Where did the time go? What was&amp;nbsp;I going to make for supper considering that I hadn't taken anything out of the freezer. Ground beef was going to save the day, but the thought made me kind of sick. I really don't like ground beef and needed to do something other than spaghetti sauce, meatballs or hamburgers. Hmm, what else did I have? Rice and cauliflower. I just might be able to do something with this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curried Cauliflower Casserole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups cooked rice&lt;br /&gt;1 lb. ground beef&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp curry powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp corriander&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp turmeric&lt;br /&gt;1 med. diced onion&lt;br /&gt;1 small head cauliflower&lt;br /&gt;1/2 pt. sour cream&lt;br /&gt;Salt &amp;amp; pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.&lt;br /&gt;- Cook rice so that you have 2 cups of cooked rice.&lt;br /&gt;- Saute beef and onion . Salt and pepper lightly. Add curry powder, corriander and turmeric.&lt;br /&gt;- Steam&amp;nbsp;cauliflower until tender, but not over cooked. &lt;br /&gt;- Take a casserole dich and mix beef, rice and cauliflower. Layer sour cream over top.&lt;br /&gt;-Bake for 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~I think it would be even better if topped with plain yogurt instead of sour cream but it was still pretty darn good. Alek didn't even complain about the cauliflower, and they all loved the spice.~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-5366795570685330882?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5366795570685330882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=5366795570685330882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/5366795570685330882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/5366795570685330882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/02/ground-beef-blah.html' title='Ground Beef... Blah.'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-6811099717858349631</id><published>2010-02-17T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T15:42:42.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barb's Boy's Banana Bread</title><content type='html'>We're in the middle of our February Break here, which means that 3 boys and I are rambling around the house. Well, we should be if the littlest boy wasn't very very sick. Since Friday the house has been filled with horrible smells, crying, wimpering and bad behaviour from the older two from being cooped up and not having enough parental attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&amp;nbsp;would be&amp;nbsp;the end of all that, I decided! Enough is enough. But how to turn our blues around??? Baking, of course! We were in need of some serious comfort food baking and&amp;nbsp;what comforts better than banana bread? So, we came up with this recipe, which is fantastic if I do say so myself. The only thing that would have made it better would be if I actually had the chopped walnuts that I was imagining were in the freezer. Oh well, I'll eat it any way. This recipe makes a lot, but you will be wanting a lot. Enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barb's Boy's Banana Bread&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 &amp;nbsp;cups white sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;4 or 5 ripe bananas&lt;br /&gt;4 cups of flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup sour cream&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped walnuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Heat oven to 350 degrees F.&lt;br /&gt;- Mix the butter and white sugar until creamy. Add the eggs and mix until well blended. Mix in the banana's. Pour in the flour, baking soda, salt. Stir to incorporate it into the wet mixture. Add in the sour cream and brown sugar; mix until well blended. Stir in the walnuts. &lt;br /&gt;- Pour mixture into 2 or 3 well greased loaf pans (depending on their size). Bake at 350 degrees for 45-60 minutes depending on your oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to contain yourself until the banana bread cools enough so that you can eat it without burning your mouth.&amp;nbsp;Oh, and make sure that you slather&amp;nbsp;your piece&amp;nbsp;with butter before you eat it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-6811099717858349631?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6811099717858349631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=6811099717858349631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/6811099717858349631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/6811099717858349631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/02/barbs-boys-banana-bread.html' title='Barb&apos;s Boy&apos;s Banana Bread'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-674318952797017494</id><published>2010-02-14T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T07:44:09.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate The Boy!</title><content type='html'>I love crafty projects. When I have the time (and my sewing room is clean), I could spend hours whipping up some wonderful things for my kids. The only&amp;nbsp;problem, aside from my room never being clean and never having enough time, I have 3 boys. It's hard to find and think of wonderful projects to do for them. I try, really I do but&amp;nbsp;I think I've made more things for my 2 neices lately than for my boys. Sad but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after blog-hopping late last night, TA-DA, I discovered that Dana over at &lt;a href="http://www.dana-made-it.com/"&gt;MADE&lt;/a&gt; has dedicated the whole month of February to projects for boys. Yay! Click on the button on the side and you will be able to see all the wonderful projects for yourself. The projects are&amp;nbsp;boy-worthy and the tutorials are fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-674318952797017494?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/674318952797017494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=674318952797017494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/674318952797017494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/674318952797017494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/02/celebrate-boy.html' title='Celebrate The Boy!'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-1555280781786209804</id><published>2010-02-09T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:02:37.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Canadian Indy Music</title><content type='html'>If you know me, you'll know just how much I lurve the Canadian Indy music scene. I've been sadly neglecting my musical needs lately, so here are my new favorite tracks. Check out my playlist; pay special attention to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thenewlightweights"&gt;The New Lightweights&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.hawksleyworkman.com/"&gt;Hawksley Workman&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.kathleenedwards.com/"&gt;Kathleen Edwards&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://radio3.cbc.ca/#/playlists/playlist.aspx"&gt;http://radio3.cbc.ca/#/playlists/playlist.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you love???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-1555280781786209804?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1555280781786209804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=1555280781786209804&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/1555280781786209804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/1555280781786209804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-canadian-indy-music.html' title='New Canadian Indy Music'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-3855218158102899482</id><published>2010-02-09T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:53:44.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Inappropriateness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty sure that someone at work has a crush on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does, &lt;em&gt;"I was just going to turn you on,&lt;/em&gt;" sound appropriate for the work place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm feeling harrassed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-3855218158102899482?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3855218158102899482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=3855218158102899482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/3855218158102899482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/3855218158102899482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/02/work-inappropriateness.html' title='Work Inappropriateness'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-853943052837943858</id><published>2010-02-03T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T12:54:08.835-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweater boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>DIY Sweater Boots</title><content type='html'>O.M.G! Look at what I just found! &lt;a href="http://www.urbanthreads.com/"&gt;Urban Threads&lt;/a&gt; has the most amazing and in-depth tutorial for making your own sweater boots out of recycled materials. I have been wanting a pair of these, but haven't been able to part with the cash to actually buy some. This sounds better, and we all know how much I lurrve a DIY project. Grab the tutorial for yourself &lt;a href="http://www.urbanthreads.com/pages?id=508"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I'm thinking vintage buttons instead of embroidery though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S2ngtVShxNI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-B1JgB7MXfc/s1600-h/sweaterboots.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S2ngtVShxNI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-B1JgB7MXfc/s400/sweaterboots.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Heather be prepared for this project when you come to visit this weekend :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-853943052837943858?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/853943052837943858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=853943052837943858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/853943052837943858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/853943052837943858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/02/diy-sweater-boots.html' title='DIY Sweater Boots'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S2ngtVShxNI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-B1JgB7MXfc/s72-c/sweaterboots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-2883322955317212187</id><published>2010-02-01T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:41:27.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vehicular Woes</title><content type='html'>The past few weeks have not been great for our poor vehicles. Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;first the car was involved in a middle of the night hit and run where the front end was smashed in. We figure it must have happened while the kids were up, because who could hear anything outside over their racket;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then about a week later, the van was broken into&amp;nbsp;and someone made off with my purse that&amp;nbsp;I had stupidly forgotten stashed between the seats. Thank god for the wonderful lady down the street who not only found my purse in the morning, but also scoured the street and picked up all my id and miscellaneous purse contents. She saved me the biggest hassel trying to get all of that replaced! Honestly, I had no idea that such wonderful people still existed out there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and then today, the Mr and Alek were involved in an accident where no one was hurt, thank god, but our car did not survive. Now begins the arduous and stressful task of dealing with the insurance and all the other junk. I'm really not sure how we are going to manage with only 1 vehicle. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ok, do those count as things-that-happen-in-3's? Please say yes. We could really use a good break right about now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-2883322955317212187?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2883322955317212187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=2883322955317212187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/2883322955317212187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/2883322955317212187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/02/vehicular-woes.html' title='Vehicular Woes'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-7769208692194192451</id><published>2010-01-30T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:20:22.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard While Tobogganing</title><content type='html'>I took Alek, two of his friends and Mikah sledding today. While we were standing around waiting for the two boys to get down the hill I guess Mikah found a cigarette butt on the ground that he really wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Girl:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Barb, I told him not to touch it because it is gross &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and he could die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Me:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That's right, smoking is disgusting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Girl:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It is! That's why I'm never going to smoke. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm just going to drink.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, kids! They are so hilarious without even trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/8007191935763897347-7769208692194192451?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7769208692194192451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=7769208692194192451&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/7769208692194192451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/7769208692194192451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/01/overheard-while-tobogganing.html' title='Overheard While Tobogganing'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-8770427794091271418</id><published>2010-01-29T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:31:53.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Missing: 1 camera. Last seen: Christmas 2009. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have seen said camera, please tell it to come home. &lt;br /&gt;It is missing valuable photo opportunities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-8770427794091271418?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8770427794091271418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=8770427794091271418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/8770427794091271418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/8770427794091271418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/01/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-4944267132241215632</id><published>2010-01-29T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:28:37.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Weekend In Saskatoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please pray for me dear readers. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray that Alek stays away from the radio this weekend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pray that no one tells him &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that the RV show is happening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If he hears,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will have to take him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I have to take him, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will never hear the end of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll never hear the end of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember the &lt;a href="http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2009/08/mmm-haggis.html"&gt;Haggis&lt;/a&gt; incident?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please pray for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-4944267132241215632?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4944267132241215632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=4944267132241215632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/4944267132241215632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/4944267132241215632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-weekend-in-saskatoon.html' title='This Weekend In Saskatoon'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-631383110652699243</id><published>2010-01-28T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:21:09.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting the Call of the Carbs</title><content type='html'>It's almost 10:00 and the carbs are calling my name. They are &lt;em&gt;SO LOUD&lt;/em&gt;! I've been doing a good job of avoiding the olive bread and olive oil/balsamic vinegar that my body is sure that it needs. It&amp;nbsp;really&amp;nbsp;wants it &lt;em&gt;BAD&lt;/em&gt;, so I've been avoiding the kitchen and surfing instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2008/06/crash-hot-potatoes/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. The &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;Pioneer Woman&lt;/a&gt; is amazing, but I think that she has just doomed me. Twice. I'm pretty sure that the olive bread is going to win, and I just know that supper tomorrow night is going to center around these &lt;strong&gt;Crash Hot Potatoes&lt;/strong&gt;. How have I never thought of this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone look at this picture and not want this; desperately want this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S2JhjIm5-yI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ChjxNBrs4l8/s1600-h/potatoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S2JhjIm5-yI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ChjxNBrs4l8/s400/potatoes.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/8007191935763897347-631383110652699243?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/631383110652699243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=631383110652699243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/631383110652699243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/631383110652699243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/01/fighting-call-of-carbs.html' title='Fighting the Call of the Carbs'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARNqLKxpHvs/S2JhjIm5-yI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ChjxNBrs4l8/s72-c/potatoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-1565640415177552784</id><published>2010-01-13T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:40:46.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Need ...</title><content type='html'>of some inspiration and introspection. Hence, K.D. Lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_NpxTWbovE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_NpxTWbovE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-1565640415177552784?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1565640415177552784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=1565640415177552784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/1565640415177552784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/1565640415177552784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-in-need.html' title='I&apos;m in Need ...'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-7118649690720686053</id><published>2010-01-11T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:54:14.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Lentil Salad</title><content type='html'>This salad is super quick, thanks to canned lentils, and really yummy! It's quick, healthy and tasty; you won't be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quick Lentil Salad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1 large can of lentils;&amp;nbsp;rinsed and drained&lt;br /&gt;- half of an english cucumber; cut into small cubes&lt;br /&gt;- 2 or 3 roma tomatoes; cubed&lt;br /&gt;- 1/2 cup of sliced black olives; or to your taste&lt;br /&gt;- 1/2 cup crumbled feta cheese&lt;br /&gt;- Extra virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;- lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;-salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;- greek spice (optional)&lt;br /&gt;(you could add cubed red pepper and red onion if you wish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Add all ingredients in a large bowl. Drizzle with approx. 1 tbsp of olive oil and 2 Tbsp lemon juice. Season with salt, pepper and greek spice.&lt;br /&gt;-This salad can be eaten right away or it will keep in the refrigerator for several days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a bowl of this a few weeks ago and took it to work&amp;nbsp;where it fed me for several days worth of lunch. I made&amp;nbsp;another one&amp;nbsp;tonight and Mikah LURVED it! Try it, you'll thank me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-7118649690720686053?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7118649690720686053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=7118649690720686053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/7118649690720686053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/7118649690720686053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/01/quick-lentil-salad.html' title='Quick Lentil Salad'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-2723116714952612830</id><published>2010-01-08T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T09:09:27.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard From the Back of the Van</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mikah: (laughing hysterically)&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Something just came out of my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; bum...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a fart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hysterical laughter follows from all 3 boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My life is seriously awesome.&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/8007191935763897347-2723116714952612830?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2723116714952612830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=2723116714952612830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/2723116714952612830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/2723116714952612830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/01/overheard-from-back-of-van_08.html' title='Overheard From the Back of the Van'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-5993694295826708614</id><published>2010-01-05T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T14:58:04.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard From the Back of the Van</title><content type='html'>Alek and his friend Steven ambushed me when I picked Alek up from school today. Steven was coming to play and it was already Ok with his dad. &lt;em&gt;Alrighty then boys, hop in the van.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we&amp;nbsp;were driving to pick up the other two from the babysitters,&amp;nbsp;I could&amp;nbsp;hear bits and pieces from the conversation that was happening in the backseat. It started as a fun discussion about comic clubs and video game clubs at school that was escalating into indignant 9 year-old voice tones. Of course, my child was getting carried away with himself and his version of reality. Steven was accusing him of lying and Alek was saying that he wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven: &lt;em&gt;You're lying! There isn't a Star Wars club!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alek: &lt;em&gt;No I'm not!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven:&lt;em&gt; Well, I don't believe you cause you're lying!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alek (says with exasperation in his voice):&lt;em&gt; Well, I'm not lying. Did Columbus lie about finding America? Is the great Wall of China a lie? Is the war in Afganistan a lie? Those aren't lies and I'm not lying about the Star Wars club either!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this child of mine and how is he related to me??? I'm lucky that those things register on my radar even now let alone when I was 9 years old. Of course, the whole conversation was ridiculous and, of course, he was lying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-5993694295826708614?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5993694295826708614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=5993694295826708614&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/5993694295826708614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/5993694295826708614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/01/overheard-from-back-of-van.html' title='Overheard From the Back of the Van'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-3091092490162217238</id><published>2010-01-04T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:32:23.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lhasa de Sela</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5SLcSoAmONs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5SLcSoAmONs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lhasa de Sela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 27, 1972 – January 1, 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soar, and cover us with your melody.&lt;/em&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/8007191935763897347-3091092490162217238?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3091092490162217238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=3091092490162217238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/3091092490162217238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/3091092490162217238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/01/lhasa-de-sela.html' title='Lhasa de Sela'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-5404524706336550027</id><published>2010-01-04T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T19:04:57.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Book</title><content type='html'>Ok, Twilight is done. I finished it last night and thought it was good, but I wonder what I would have thought if I hadn't seen the movie first??? Honestly, I was more riveted by the movie than the book, but we'll see if that changes as I move on to the next few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason the story seems to take a lot out of me. I've been unable to start the second book for some reason tonight. The story has made me too nostalgic; thinking about simpler times without diapers, and dishes, and bills LOL! On that note, here's a blast from my 18 year old past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2-TXBniRz1g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2-TXBniRz1g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-5404524706336550027?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5404524706336550027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=5404524706336550027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/5404524706336550027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/5404524706336550027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-book.html' title='First Book'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-813243887526194253</id><published>2009-12-31T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:46:36.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Journeys in Emerging Adulthood: A Narrative Study</title><content type='html'>My sister's Master's Thesis is online! Check it out, if for no other reason than to acknowledge and honor the blood, sweat and tears that went into completeing it. I'm still amazed at the amount of work, time and dedication that it took to complete. Well done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heather, your acknowledgement even made me tear up a little bit, and not because I'm not mentioned :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://library2.usask.ca/theses/available/etd-12032009-223206/unrestricted/Childsthesismerged.pdf"&gt;Spiritual Journeys in Emerging Adulthood: A Narrative Study&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/8007191935763897347-813243887526194253?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/813243887526194253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=813243887526194253&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/813243887526194253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/813243887526194253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2009/12/spiritual-journeys-in-emerging.html' title='Spiritual Journeys in Emerging Adulthood: A Narrative Study'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-68889039306052608</id><published>2009-12-31T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:37:35.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Reading Material</title><content type='html'>My sister finally lent me the first 3 books in the Twilight series. I've seen the first 2 movies, but had had no desire to read the books before hand. I couldn't understand what the thrill was. Now that I know, everyone has successfully convinced me that the books are a MUST READ. And, as we all know that the book is always much better than the movie it's been made into... I'm looking forward to my reading time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See you in a few days LOL!&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/8007191935763897347-68889039306052608?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/68889039306052608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=68889039306052608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/68889039306052608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/68889039306052608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-reading-material.html' title='New Reading Material'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-4591472338257324458</id><published>2009-12-31T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:33:24.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Coloring Book Idea</title><content type='html'>Both Mikah and my neice Clover are very interested in coloring. Clover, being 4 and a girl, is an advanced colorer. Mikah, who is almost 3 and a little boy, simply loves to fill a page with various colors. I wanted to get him some coloring books for Christmas to help him with his artiscic endeavours, but nothing really seemed appropriate. Every coloring book&amp;nbsp;is either&amp;nbsp;full of cartoon characters, to which he has little or no attachment to, or pictures full of tiny details which would be impossible for him to color. I think I eventually found a Christmas coloring book, but I wish that I had seen &lt;a href="http://www.merrimentdesign.com/family-coloring-book-from-photos.php"&gt;this idea&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy, from &lt;a href="http://www.merrimentdesign.com/"&gt;Merriment Design&lt;/a&gt;, shares an awesome tutorial for making a family themed coloring book. I haven't attempted it yet because we are still at my parents farm, but when&amp;nbsp;I get home... look out! With any luck I'll be cranking these babies out left and right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back soon to check out my attempt, and check out Kathy's tutorial now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-4591472338257324458?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4591472338257324458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=4591472338257324458&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/4591472338257324458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/4591472338257324458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2009/12/awesome-coloring-book-idea.html' title='Awesome Coloring Book Idea'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-1018353015786418721</id><published>2009-12-28T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:27:34.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-Viral Tea and a Little Christmas</title><content type='html'>The kids and I have been have been fighting off a cold since the beginning of October. It never seems to fully go away, and I am so tired of snotty noses and night time coughs that I could just scream. I'm always willing to try something natural, so my sister-in-law told me about some horrid sounding tea made with ginger, cayene pepper, garlic, lemon juice... need I go on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to buy the supplies but never got around to actually making the tea. I honestly don't think that I could have managed to drink it. So I went on the hunt for something similar and I found this... &lt;a href="http://www.care2.com/"&gt;(here)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strong Anti-Viral Tea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Step One&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One cup of peeled, chopped and minced fresh ginger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 cups of water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Step Two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apple cider (1/2 cup per serving)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lemon juice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Directions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peel and mince the ginger (a food processor makes little work of this job). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simmer the minced ginger in 10 cups of water for an hour or so. Strain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When ready to have a serving place 1/2 cup of the strained ginger water in a pan with 1/2 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cup of apple cider and a squirt or two of lemon juice. Heat and serve.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ginger is fantastic and treats so many things. Fortunately this tea tastes great, which will definately encourage me to drink it for a ginger lover I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8007191935763897347-1018353015786418721?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1018353015786418721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=1018353015786418721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/1018353015786418721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/1018353015786418721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2009/12/anti-viral-tea-and-little-christmas.html' title='Anti-Viral Tea and a Little Christmas'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-2160691669323312046</id><published>2009-12-22T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:06:55.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts From A Tired Mammma</title><content type='html'>Mikah woke me up at 5:30 this morning and Lukas at 6:00; such an awesome start to the second day of holidays. Mikah is quite sick with another cold though so I can't be too mad at him. He looks sick too, so that makes it alittle easier to deal with his super bad behaviour as well. Well, maybe only a bit easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this is the pre-Christmas rush as well, so I have tons to do around here and not much time to get it all finished. I'm stressed and that makes me a less than stellar mommy. Does a good mommy lock her kids out of the kitchen, then crank the music to drown out their fighting and whinning while she tries to get some Christmas baking done? Somehow I managed to drown them out enough to have these random thoughts while rolling cookies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drinking alone shouldn't be such a bad thing; it would be amuch better idea&amp;nbsp;than encouraging your kids to drink with you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wonder where the cat is living. I wonder why I care.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What ever happened to Uncle Kracker? I should download some of his music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish foam wreath forms weren't so darned expensive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe I should watch The Sound of Music sometime. I can't believe that I've never seen it. I wonder if I'm the only one?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crap, I forgot about the van full of stuff that I have to take to second hand!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wonder if Alek will recognize Santa's wrapping paper after he saw it in the back of the van? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God I need a drink. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really have to stop saying "shut up" all the time. And I have to stop smiling when Lukas says it. Not good parenting behaviour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I should download Love Actually to watch tonight while I'm wrapping presents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate wrapping presents!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was I going to use my glue gun for? Why did I take it out?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I make our Chrismas Eve Clam Chowder I should laddle some aside for Laura before I add the clams. Why have I never thought of this?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not sure I can manage spin class. I might really die.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why won't they shut up and play nice together? Will it ever happen while they are still living under my roof?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007191935763897347-2160691669323312046?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2160691669323312046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=2160691669323312046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/2160691669323312046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/2160691669323312046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-thoughts-from-tired-mammma.html' title='Random Thoughts From A Tired Mammma'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007191935763897347.post-898919947630731646</id><published>2009-12-20T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T13:58:04.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today the unthinkable; the unimaginable happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alek and I cleaned his room. And I mean, &lt;strong&gt;cleaned his room&lt;/strong&gt;. But the true miracle was that I managed to convince him to throw away and give away more stuff than he actually kept. He is a packrat to the extreme so this was no easy feat, but today he did it happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somewhere the angels are singing.&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/8007191935763897347-898919947630731646?l=mothermayimusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/feeds/898919947630731646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007191935763897347&amp;postID=898919947630731646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/898919947630731646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007191935763897347/posts/default/898919947630731646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothermayimusings.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-miracle.html' title='Christmas Miracle'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585988683997480192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
