<?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-7273414720079866754</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:12:14.299-04:00</updated><category term='q'/><title type='text'>Please Don't Make Me Cook</title><subtitle type='html'>My life with 2 boys, one husband and a cat.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-1906786232483042843</id><published>2009-08-26T09:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T10:10:11.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>test for Sandra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://docs.google.com/Doc?docid=0AZqXg81zYk-jZGZjcGMzdzRfM2hwejM4a2Zt&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;newsletter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-1906786232483042843?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/1906786232483042843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=1906786232483042843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/1906786232483042843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/1906786232483042843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2009/08/test-for-sandra.html' title='test for Sandra'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-8342000175038343217</id><published>2009-04-08T08:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:51:45.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day.....</title><content type='html'>A glimpse into my day, just an ordinary day… FOR TODAY April 8th :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window…The sun is actually trying to shine.  Better than the snowflakes that were flying yesterday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am thinking…that my boys are having a boring spring break.  I had to work most of the day Monay and yesterday.  I think we are going to the movies tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am thankful for…a fun night I had making cards with my friends last night.  I wasn't going to go because I still have three tax returns to do...but I really needed a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen....a dirty floor that needs to be mopped.  We are having dinner out tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing…jeans and a purple sweater. It is COLD outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am creating…my first blog post since January?  Is my life really so boring I have nothing to say??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going…to work on a tax return and deliver a few today.  Almost there........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am reading…The Story of Edgar Sawtelle.  I'm over half way thru and I still don't know if I like it. It is taking forwever as I probably only read 10 pages a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping…things calm down after next week.  I really need to do some serious spring cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am hearing…Josh and Tim playing the wii together..they are actually NOT fighting for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the house…pellet stove is on...thank goodness we bought that extra ton of pellets.  We have already helped out two friends that have run out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A few plans for the rest of the week: packing for trip to PA, seeing  a friend from elementary school that I haven't seen in YEARS.  Getting my outstanding tax returns done and out of here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is picture thought I am sharing… I got nuttin.  I really need a new camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-8342000175038343217?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/8342000175038343217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=8342000175038343217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/8342000175038343217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/8342000175038343217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-day.html' title='Another Day.....'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-628557940366950036</id><published>2009-01-15T12:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:47:03.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day.</title><content type='html'>Got this idea from Kristen @ &lt;a href="http://www.nosmallthing.wordpress.com/"&gt;No Small Thing &lt;/a&gt;A glimpse into my day, just an ordinary day…&lt;br /&gt;FOR TODAY January 15:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window…What I can see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the smears...sunny, deceivingly though as it is COLD out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking…that I should go throw in a load of laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for…spending the morning with good friends that I don't see often enough and two cute little ones.  I miss seeing Thomas and Ella :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen…meatloaf from our freezer cooking a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing…jeans and an old Penn State sweatshirt.  It is COLD outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am creating…finishing up a 2009 scrap calendar for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inlaws&lt;/span&gt;.  I hope they get it before 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going…to the school path in 2 hours to pick up Tim.  (did I say it was COLD outside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading…Water for Elephants.  Only on page 10 so I have no opinion yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping…the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Steelers&lt;/span&gt; win on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hearing…CNN News on the satellite radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the house…nice and warm from the pellet stove.  Noticing how dirty my windows are.  Afraid to see how dirty the bathroom on the main floor is.  I forgot to do my pass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; this morning before my friends came by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week:  laundry, a 4 day weekend, working at the farm tomorrow, cleaning the office out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is picture thought I am sharing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hubby has all the recent pictures on his computer.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-628557940366950036?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/628557940366950036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=628557940366950036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/628557940366950036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/628557940366950036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day.'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-8182101519526192013</id><published>2009-01-13T20:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:44:14.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He really is a sweet boy.</title><content type='html'>My oldest.  The one that has been driving me nuts with his pre-pubescent angst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this picture out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://loudounextra.washingtonpost.com/news/2009/jan/12/evening-etiquette-and-elegance/?local"&gt;Light on his feet.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-8182101519526192013?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/8182101519526192013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=8182101519526192013' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/8182101519526192013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/8182101519526192013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2009/01/he-really-is-sweet-boy.html' title='He really is a sweet boy.'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-5346979379614573223</id><published>2009-01-13T19:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:38:40.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag!</title><content type='html'>I'm so green to blogger land I have been tagged for my first meme. (what does that stand for anyway.) Thanks to Kristen @ &lt;a href="http://www.nosmallthing.wordpress.com/"&gt;No Small Thing&lt;/a&gt; :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;What is the first pet you remember?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only pet I had growing up.  A goldfish, Sonny.  I won him at a carnival and he lived all of 2 weeks or so.  I was so sad when he died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;How many different kinds of pets have you owned?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonny the goldfish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I "rescued" a kitten we named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nikko&lt;/span&gt; from my sister in law when my nephew was about 2 and torturing the poor little guy.  I didn't even LIKE cats.  Drove the poor scared thing from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Johnstown&lt;/span&gt; to Pittsburgh.  I was trying to hold him in my lap and he kept trying to climb up and nestle under my chin.  He was all of about 6 weeks old.  I was so freaked out I kept hollering "he is going to bite my jugular vein!"  I thought I had a vampire cat I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later when we decided he was lonely (Hubby and I both worked all day) we adopted him a friend from the pound.  We named her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Micia&lt;/span&gt; (Italian for little kitty). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nikko&lt;/span&gt; to sleep just about 2 years ago.  He was 16.  We adopted Cyrus a few months later.  He spent his first year in our family torturing poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Micia&lt;/span&gt; in her old age.   We lost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Micia&lt;/span&gt; last April.  She was 17.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them both.  Sad to say, I haven't really bonded with Cyrus much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What was your strangest pet?  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I've had a strange pet.  Maybe Cyrus.  If you don't pay attention to him he jumps up the counter (ERR!!!!) and starts knocking stuff off.  He also puts food in his mouth and carries it across the kitchen, spits it on the floor and then eats it.  I guess he is pretty strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What is your dream pet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;...I guess I'd love to have a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What is your nightmare pet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyrus.  He drives me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Your best/ funniest pet story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we rescued &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nikko&lt;/span&gt; from the crazed nephew, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sil&lt;/span&gt; told us he was a "she"  We actually named him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Micia&lt;/span&gt; first and called her a girl and treated her like a girl (you know all gentle and stuff).  Two weeks later &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;whe&lt;/span&gt; "she" had her first vet appointment the vet looked at us and asked why we were calling "HIM' a girl.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ooops&lt;/span&gt;...I guess we didn't pay attention in biology or something.  So we changed his name.  Funny thing was that as soon as my hubby found out "she" was a "he" he started to treat him different.  Played rougher with him, didn't cuddle him as much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Tell your worst/saddest pet story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to make the decision to let them go.  Terrible.  I know now why my parents didn't let us have animals.  It was so hard on my boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Did you ever have a scary animal experience?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my aunt's crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Siamesse&lt;/span&gt; cat that would always hiss at me when I went to their house.  That.cat.hated.me.   My aunt still denies that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What was your favorite pet?&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Nikko&lt;/span&gt;.   I think the reason I haven't bonded with Cyrus is because we got him too soon after we lost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Nikko&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What did you really want to tell us about pets that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t fit into the other questions?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My boys (all of them!) really want a Dog.  Really really.  I am afraid of dogs!  How can I have a dog????    Not only do they want a dog, they want a DOG...a Great Dane!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm supposed to take 4 people now, huh?  Most of the blogs I read are craft blogs..not sure they will respond, but I'll try.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tag:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://rememberingtheday2day.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://suzannebalvanz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suzanne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;holy cow...I just realized I need more friends in blogger land!!!!  How do you get more blogger friends?????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-5346979379614573223?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/5346979379614573223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=5346979379614573223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/5346979379614573223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/5346979379614573223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag.html' title='Tag!'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-6569293885440403975</id><published>2009-01-12T07:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:35:49.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those Twilight people.</title><content type='html'>I finished all the Twilight books.  All 4 of them.  In about 2 weeks.  Not really much to brag about as they don't have much substance to them.  The first 3 were decent...the last one was a tad bit over the top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not on "Team Edward"  I have no desire to be a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Jacob......being a "werewolf" would be cool.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined an online reading group last year.  (&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/"&gt;www.goodreads.com&lt;/a&gt;)  They are doing a group read of War and Peace starting in February.  I think I'm going to try that....need to revitalize the brain cells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-6569293885440403975?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/6569293885440403975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=6569293885440403975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/6569293885440403975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/6569293885440403975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-of-those-twilight-people.html' title='One of those Twilight people.'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-3579179312182129675</id><published>2009-01-11T22:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:41:02.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I caved</title><content type='html'>okay...I'm not as strong as my friend Kristen @ &lt;a href="http://nosmallthing.wordpress.com/2009/01/09/the-right-thing/"&gt;No Small Thing &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know Josh is grounded for two weeks. Well, after I posted my last blog update I got a call from a friend inviting us over to watch the Steelers play (BEAT!!!) the Chargers. I really stewed over this for the last day. Going to watch the game meant that Josh would get to see a friend of his that he never gets to see. But it would also mean it would be allowed two or three of the things he was banished from...tv, video games and friends. I caved. We went. He had to clean his room and the cat boxes before we left. We didn't even tell him we were going till we got in the car. We could have gone at 1 and we didn't go til 4. He still has to serve out the rest of his punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. am. weak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-3579179312182129675?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/3579179312182129675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=3579179312182129675' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/3579179312182129675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/3579179312182129675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-caved.html' title='I caved'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-7920196120489077394</id><published>2009-01-10T11:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:27:24.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Busy week here as ususal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim- by Friday he seemed to be going off to school better. In talking with his teacher it might just be an issue of the bar being raised a bit. Tim has the worlds worst handwriting. He can write neatly if he chooses..he just doesn't choose. So there is alot of re-writing. Language Arts is normally first thing in the morning. This mom should have put that together sooner. She is the one that used to make herself throw up in 2nd grade cause she didn't want to go to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh- He is on Day 7 of a two week punishment. For what you may ask? Hmmm...let's just say he was trying to see what he could get past our Net Nanny filter. Thankfully the filter worked...but I sure had an eye opener reading the alert emails. This is a family friendly blog...so I'll leave it at that. Preteen hormones are going to be the death of me. His punishment is no TV, no computer, no after school with friends. He had scouts, basketball practice and a orchestra concert that he went to and today he has a game and Cotillion. So don't feel too sorry for him. However, he will have to listen to the Steelers playoff game tomorrow. That is probably going to to be the hardest part of his entire 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SWjZ6-1VdRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UbPtjgdkivA/s1600-h/JoshConcertWeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289717369668990226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SWjZ6-1VdRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UbPtjgdkivA/s320/JoshConcertWeb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a happy note...the 6th grade string orchestra had their first concert on Thursday night. Josh is plaing cello this year. They really just starting bowing in late October. Amazing what their orchestra teacher did with them in a few short months. He really enjoys music. I'm glad he got his talent from his Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-7920196120489077394?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/7920196120489077394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=7920196120489077394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/7920196120489077394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/7920196120489077394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update :-)'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SWjZ6-1VdRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UbPtjgdkivA/s72-c/JoshConcertWeb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-7919043447613502707</id><published>2009-01-07T08:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:41:57.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxiety</title><content type='html'>Is it possible for my 7 year old to be so full of anxiety?  He has never liked change, or new things, or the unknown; but for some reason his reaction seems to be getting worse.  The last 3 mornings getting him ready for school has been hard.  His stomach hurts, his head hurts, he thinks he is going to throw up.  We've alerted his teacher in hopes that she can pin point something that might be happening at school.  If you ask him what is bothering him he will give you a long list of every injustice he has been served over the last few months.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there is somebody being mean to him?  Does he think school is too hard?  He loves his teacher, so I don't think that is an issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so hard being a Mom somedays.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-7919043447613502707?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/7919043447613502707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=7919043447613502707' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/7919043447613502707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/7919043447613502707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2009/01/anxiety.html' title='Anxiety'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-1759860426885810359</id><published>2008-12-25T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:02:20.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Enjoy a wonderful holiday with your family and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-1759860426885810359?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/1759860426885810359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=1759860426885810359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/1759860426885810359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/1759860426885810359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-4331123740354596425</id><published>2008-12-14T21:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:53:55.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>testing</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to figure out how to post a form on a website for a farm that I'm doing some bookeeping work for. I can't even tell you how frustrated I am right now! I am so not a techie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fs3.formsite.com/marcyh/form306696679/index.html"&gt;http://fs3.formsite.com/marcyh/form306696679/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-4331123740354596425?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/4331123740354596425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=4331123740354596425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/4331123740354596425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/4331123740354596425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2008/12/testing.html' title='testing'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-5220237867658890514</id><published>2008-12-01T07:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:01:07.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Meme</title><content type='html'>I was blog surfing this weekend and stumbled across this meme on this blog.....&lt;a href="http://suzannebalvanz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://suzannebalvanz.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;  I thought it was cute and a good way to start the week.  I'm determined to update my blog more often.   I bolded the items I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Been to Disneyland/world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea (from the beach)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris--(in Vegas..hahaha)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. Started a business&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100.  Stole a meme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-5220237867658890514?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/5220237867658890514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=5220237867658890514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/5220237867658890514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/5220237867658890514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2008/12/stolen-meme.html' title='Stolen Meme'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-759595328450239190</id><published>2008-11-30T10:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T10:59:56.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree Lights</title><content type='html'>We are about to embark on the annual, "lets see if all the lights work" ritual.  Keep your fingers crossed.  We already have to replace the outside lights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-759595328450239190?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/759595328450239190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=759595328450239190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/759595328450239190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/759595328450239190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-tree-lights.html' title='Christmas Tree Lights'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-3850419449226353466</id><published>2008-11-29T22:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:37:32.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>I've been hearing all the buzz about the teenage Vampire series by Stephenie Meyer.   Even though the intended audience was probably teenagers, seems to me that all the hype I hear is coming from adults.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on page 137 of the first book.  So far I don't think I'm very impressed.  Maybe I've been spoiled by the Anne Rice books I loved when I was in college? (I'm sure there are many out there that don't think THOSE books are worthy) Maybe I'll change my mind as the series unfolds?  I normally give a book to page 100.  If it hasn't caputured me, I move along to the next one on my pile.   I'm going to give this one a little longer.    I'll keep you posted.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-3850419449226353466?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/3850419449226353466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=3850419449226353466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/3850419449226353466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/3850419449226353466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-4835763372656272857</id><published>2008-11-07T14:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:52:50.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip</title><content type='html'>(read the Big 4-0 post first...thanks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive at Dulles half asleep only to find out the ticket counter doesn't open til 4:30...so much for having to be there 2 hours early (Janine, we should have listened to you!). Wait for the counter to open to check our bag and the baggage guy blurts out "so are you going to win a million or lose a million?" VEGAS! I now know where we are going. Keith was a bit annoyed as he was trying to keep it secret as long as possible. I say "what are we doing in Vegas?" Neither of us are huge gamblers so Vegas was not my first thought of possible locations. His answer "to see a show" Okay...there are only like 3,000 shows in Vegas. I spend the next six hours trying to figure out what show we might be seeing. Blue Man Group? Cher? Elton John? Another Cirque show? A musical?? It isn't until we pull up in front of our hotel and I spy the HUGE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;billboard&lt;/span&gt; on the side of the Flamingo....Donny and Marie!!!! Many of you know that I LOVE Donny Osmond. New album comes out it is on my mp3 player or Keith stops on his way home and buys me the CD. I have Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream coat on tape. Best of Donny and Marie on CD. You get the picture. I have tried in the past to see him in concert but it never worked out. The last time he was in this area, about six years ago was on Fathers Day and I just couldn't do that to my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was AMAZING. Keith got us seats about 4 seats away from the stage. We were so close that you could see the sweat fly. Man does Donny Osmond sweat! There was a lady who sat three seats down from me that was the poster girl for Donny groupies.....she was worth some entertainment value on her own. I have to admit that the audience was geared a bit older.....but it was perfect for a just turned 40 year old...I felt so young :-) For two 50 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;...I don't think Marie is 50 yet..but she has to be close) and Donny being a GRANDFATHER they put on a hell of a show. Very intimate with the audience, lots of the banter that I remember from their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; show. Sang lots of their tunes and did some other songs too. They both have quite the musical range, not just the bubblegum they are famous for. He did sing a few lines of Puppy Love though.... Show lasted just about 2 hours. They both admitted to being out of breath at times and being old. I couldn't dance that way at 20 let alone 5o. Okay Keith don't read this next line....Donny is still HOT! Marie looks great too...I think Keith had his own eye candy to look at ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert we went to the top of the Eiffel Tower in "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;paris&lt;/span&gt;" (amazing views of Vegas) and then had pizza in our room and watched the Election news. When people ask me where I was when Barack Obama was announced as the 44&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; president I can happily say "at a Donny and Marie concert".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best birthday present ever. The thing that made it the most special was that Keith planned everything on his own and he planned things that he knew would be special for me and we got to share them together. He is a terrible secret keeper, I'm surprised he kept this one! I'm even more surprised that none of my friends that knew didn't tell me either. Some of them are terrible secret keepers too ;-) Yeah...you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and I won $4 playing video poker. I ROCK!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-4835763372656272857?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/4835763372656272857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=4835763372656272857' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/4835763372656272857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/4835763372656272857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2008/11/trip.html' title='The Trip'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-2366282897795683393</id><published>2008-11-07T13:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:23:28.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 4-0</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how long it has  been since I updated my blog.  Can you say LAZY??  I always have great posts in my head but they never make it to the keyboard.  I also have this hang up that I can't post without a picture.  So I never do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I had the big birthday on Monday.  4-0.  Forty.  Or as it says on a piece of Flair a friend sent me on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, I'm Thirty Ten.   I like that!  Next year I'll be Thirty Eleven.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith turned 40 in June.  He said he didn't want a big deal made over his birthday, so being the good wife that I am, I listened.  We thought maybe we would go somewhere to celebrate his birthday, our anniversary in August and my birthday in November.  His birthday pretty much came and went without much fuss.   Okay, without ANY fuss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a few months and he informs me I need to take off  work the first week of November. Huh?   He has a bunch of things lined up for my birthday.   A BUNCH of things??  that wasn't the plan.  Not to worry he tells me...something we both like, something I like, something he likes.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;...okay.   I'm starting to feel a bit guilty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago my oldest blows it and tells me we are going to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Steelers&lt;/span&gt;/Redskins game on my birthday (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; night football).  This is an awesome present.  Monday night football..on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;.  I've never been to a professional game.  This is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;STEELERS&lt;/span&gt;!  A friend I used to work with has connections and gets us awesome seats, club level passes and passes to get ON THE SIDELINES for pregame &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;warmups&lt;/span&gt;.   Close enough to the players to see their nose hairs (well not that close but almost). Way cool.  That would be present enough.   Keith also tells me that we are going somewhere the day before the game and then flying somewhere the morning after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day before the big football game arrives and we get in the car to go somewhere.  That somewhere turns out to be the National Harbor in Md (not to be confused with the Inner Harbor) for a showing of Cirque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Soleils&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;KOOZA&lt;/span&gt; performance.    Amazing show.  (if you go make sure you have $10 in cash for parking...if you don't get there close to show time so you hold up the line and they get frustrated with you and let you in for free).  Show is followed by dinner at McCormick and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Schmicks&lt;/span&gt;....YUM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are away some of my wonderful friends trash my house with 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; decorations.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt; in the tree the works.   You can see the damage in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;slideshow&lt;/span&gt;.   Too bad my mil didn't hear them and call the cops ;-)  All I can say is paybacks are a bitch.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday comes and we leave for the football game around 2:30   We ride with our friends, Mike and Janine and tailgate for a little while...Janine even had a cake for me.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Steelers&lt;/span&gt; look like crap for the greater part of the first half of the game.    They manage to get their acts together and kick the Skins butts.  We get back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ashburn&lt;/span&gt; around midnight and crash at Mike and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Janines&lt;/span&gt; for a few hours since we have to be at the airport at FOUR am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the trip deserves its own post......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-2366282897795683393?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/2366282897795683393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=2366282897795683393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/2366282897795683393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/2366282897795683393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-4-0.html' title='The Big 4-0'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-8421382227044037380</id><published>2008-11-07T13:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:59:05.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Amy and Friends</title><content type='html'>Hey Amy and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the birthday wishes I found on my blog.  I have to say being 40 isn't that terrible....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-8421382227044037380?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/8421382227044037380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=8421382227044037380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/8421382227044037380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/8421382227044037380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanks-amy-and-friends.html' title='Thanks Amy and Friends'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-6412154356293759868</id><published>2008-09-02T08:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T08:34:01.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And we are off.....</title><content type='html'>Tim to first grade...all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh to middle school.....I'm not talking about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me to work.  I'll be home in time to pick up Tim at the school path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was counting the days til school started.  Now I would have liked a few more vacation days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all ready......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-6412154356293759868?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/6412154356293759868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=6412154356293759868' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/6412154356293759868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/6412154356293759868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-we-are-off.html' title='And we are off.....'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-4528440288271818578</id><published>2008-08-26T08:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T08:46:06.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy Football</title><content type='html'>Josh has been bitten by the fantasy football bug! One of his friends set up a league for them to play on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ESPNzone&lt;/span&gt;.com . Just what this group of super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;competitive&lt;/span&gt; boys needs.  Their draft was on Sunday. It was quiet amusing to watch him read SI (why does that magazine have to have Viagra ads????....oh wait, never mind) and compile his list of best picks. Frankly, he didn't pick anyone I would have picked. That might be a good thing though. I played in a league last year and came in dead LAST. Dad of course had to get in the action and make suggestions. Josh kept getting mad at him and saying he wanted to do it himself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be interesting to see how he does.   I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-4528440288271818578?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/4528440288271818578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=4528440288271818578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/4528440288271818578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/4528440288271818578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2008/08/fantasy-football_26.html' title='Fantasy Football'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-1453712942062592502</id><published>2008-08-12T18:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:44:16.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettysburg</title><content type='html'>In my never ending quest to give the boys some fun summer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;experiences&lt;/span&gt; we went to Gettysburg, PA this weekend.  Even though it is only an 1.5 hours away, we splurged on a hotel room and stayed Saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learned....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim hates looking at empty battlefields as much as he hates looking at dead president's houses.  Unless he can climb over cannons and rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really have to have a great imagination to listen to a tour on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; and "see" it on the battlefield.  I always knew josh had a good imagination....now I know my husband does too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your oldest child will get over the fact that you wouldn't let him buy a confederate flag &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tshirt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said oldest child does know that the south "lost" the war.    Had to make sure had he did have Virginia History.  Virginia was in the south, a confederate state.  Hard for the Yankee Mom to grasp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell Tim there is a pool in the hotel room.  He will ask every 10 seconds if it is time to swim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gallbladder attack feels like you are having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;heart attack&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't assume your 10.75 year old will not want to make a bear at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;boyd's&lt;/span&gt; bear factory.  $90.00 we had two bears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take pictures of above child making his bear, and wearing a yellow builder hat, for bribing down the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask your men folk to help you pick out a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yankee&lt;/span&gt; candle...they each had to have their own flavor.  And none of them smell like flowers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell your wife that your coworkers EXPENSIVE camera equipment that you borrowed isn't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really need to take advantage of all the historical places so close to home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bull Run or Harper's Ferry anyone??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-1453712942062592502?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/1453712942062592502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=1453712942062592502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/1453712942062592502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/1453712942062592502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2008/08/gettysburg.html' title='Gettysburg'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-6499664563708627447</id><published>2008-08-04T19:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:40:48.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Keith and I celebrate 18 years of marriage today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Annivesary to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-6499664563708627447?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/6499664563708627447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=6499664563708627447' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/6499664563708627447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/6499664563708627447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-8862808481269232727</id><published>2008-08-04T18:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:18:52.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>our Staycation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SJd_tQ21i-I/AAAAAAAAABo/krMdr0RwIwQ/s1600-h/IMG_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230789907809930210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SJd_tQ21i-I/AAAAAAAAABo/krMdr0RwIwQ/s200/IMG_0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We aren't going away this summer. Between all of Josh/Keith's scout stuff and the price of gas we didn't really have the time or the funds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like we needed to do something with the boys. Saturday we spent the day in Charlottsville touring Monticello, Michies Tavern and Ash Lawn Highlands. Josh had a nice time as he has recently studied this time period in school. Tim on the other hand was pretty bored. Too many dead presidents he said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230789900547857746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SJd_s1zbHVI/AAAAAAAAABg/t2_SAw4fihU/s200/IMG_0176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This weekend we are headed to Gettysburg, PA for Saturday and Sunday. I'm sure that won't be much interest to him either. Hard to plan vacations when they are 5 grades apart in school. Especially when it isn't Nick Hotel (kid aspires to the expensive vacations!) He really wants to go fishing so if we can squeeze that in before summer is over he will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only imagine what is "What I did on vacation" picture will look like ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-8862808481269232727?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/8862808481269232727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=8862808481269232727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/8862808481269232727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/8862808481269232727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-staycation-day.html' title='our Staycation Day'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SJd_tQ21i-I/AAAAAAAAABo/krMdr0RwIwQ/s72-c/IMG_0188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-3667976659454673453</id><published>2008-08-04T17:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:01:31.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins...</title><content type='html'>Football practice starts tonight.  Every. Stinking. Night.    5 days a week.  Until School Starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-8pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 days til school starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-3667976659454673453?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/3667976659454673453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=3667976659454673453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/3667976659454673453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/3667976659454673453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins...'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-5770254338472383309</id><published>2008-07-29T07:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:09:37.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So that is why they call it Friendship Bread</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine gave me a "starter" to bake Amish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frienship&lt;/span&gt; bread.   The whole concept is a bit gross., a baggie of milk, flour and sugar sits on your counter for 10 days until you bake it.  Every day you have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;smush&lt;/span&gt; the bag and on day 5 you add more flour, milk and sugar.  Each bag ends up yielding enough to make 2 loafs of bread and have 4 more starters to give away to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the name of the bread came from the fact that you were sharing it with your friends.  However &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;afer&lt;/span&gt; going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; our first round of baking I learned the true origin.  You have to borrow things from your friends to bake the bread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time it was baking day...the phones started to ring.  "Can I borrow an egg?"   "I need another loaf pan."   "Do you have any more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cinnamon&lt;/span&gt;?"   "I only need 1/4 cup of sugar"      "What size box of pudding am I supposed to buy"   "Anyone want a starter?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the month as gone on the requests continue...."I'm going out of town for a few days, can you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;smush&lt;/span&gt; my bags?"    "I'm on vacation for a week, can you leave me a new starter on my counter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ate a piece from my last batch for breakfast..thanks to all my friends for the contributions! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want a starter??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-5770254338472383309?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/5770254338472383309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=5770254338472383309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/5770254338472383309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/5770254338472383309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-that-is-why-they-call-it-friendship.html' title='So that is why they call it Friendship Bread'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-1702661362706766799</id><published>2008-07-21T13:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T14:14:42.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Camp</title><content type='html'>Last week was Cub Scout Day Camp. Not usually a big deal, send your son off for a week of fun and enjoy the quiet time, right? In this house not so much. Day camp is a family affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is the director of our local daycamp. The &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;volunteer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; director. No pay other than the feeling of doing something good for the boys. I can't even begin, nor do I want to ,tally the hours he puts into this camp every year. Every year it gets harder to find parents to help. A lot take the position above. Hubby recruited friends (Mike, Julie, Dee he wouldn't have made it without you guys last week) that don't even have cubscouts this year to work day camp. Where are all the parents WITH cubs?? WE don't even have a cub scout. My oldest crossed over to Boy Scouts and my youngest isn't old enough for Cubs yet. Did I mention that I also worked at camp all week? Oldest worked too...he did get to earn service hours for boyscouts, so that is a good thing. And our 19 year old nephew, jobless for the summer, came from PA to help for camp. We all worked....in the 90+ degree heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't the only ones feeling the pain.  Seems like the same parents are the ones involved every year.   Without those dedicated parents running stations and walking with the boys all week camp wouldn't be successful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for the most part the boys that participated had a wonderful time. The parents all seemed happy as well. Except for a handful that nitpicked things all week. When you have busted your tail for months before hand it tends to be the nitpicky comments that stand out in your mind, not that positive comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our nephew told Hubby that when he was little he thought camps "just popped up" overnite, now he knows (and appreciates!) all the work that happens behind the scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my wonderful husband, who worked so hard to put together a camp for 150 boys for a week.... Good Job Babe. I'm proud of all your hard work and your dedication to our family. Even though the boys didn't participate in camp, they sure saw a wonderful role model in you. I'm sure the boys that did get to participate are very thankful for all your work as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-1702661362706766799?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/1702661362706766799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=1702661362706766799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/1702661362706766799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/1702661362706766799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-camp.html' title='Day Camp'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-8535162210796119374</id><published>2008-07-16T07:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T07:21:16.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Job??</title><content type='html'>I knew this day would come...it probably should have come a few years ago, but I really wanted to get the boys both in school all day.    It seems as though I'll be back in the working world in a week or two.  Only part time...15-20 hours a week.   Literally right up the street from me.  I could walk if I wanted to.   With gas so expensive that is a huge perk!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna work....    I haven't really had a boss in SEVEN years.   Our family needs the cash and it isn't fair for me NOT to work now.   I wish I could have waited until October...but this location and part time stuff was too nice to pass up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know more tomorrow.  Having an orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to watch my kids on Tues and Thursday?  hahaha..this is going to be tricky until school starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-8535162210796119374?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/8535162210796119374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=8535162210796119374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/8535162210796119374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/8535162210796119374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2008/07/job.html' title='Job??'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-8751803687133137504</id><published>2008-07-13T16:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:10:26.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PSA:  Hotdogs</title><content type='html'>One 8 pack does not make 4 11 year old boys happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-8751803687133137504?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/8751803687133137504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=8751803687133137504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/8751803687133137504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/8751803687133137504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2008/07/psa-hotdogs.html' title='PSA:  Hotdogs'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-6086567001344589184</id><published>2008-07-10T12:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T12:27:18.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June 10th?</title><content type='html'>Can it really be a month since I posted?  Today is July 10th, where does the time go?   I was hoping that the summer would go by quickly so school could start and my kids wouldn't be so bored.  Whoa...now I'm thinking summer could slow down a bit, I'm not ready for September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my life is too boring...I need something to post about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim telling me he is going to flick me in my boobie....hmmmmm there is a topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim telling me he is so bored he feels like he turned to stone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim refusing to sleep in past 7:30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim needing to be entertained 24 hours a day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim crying everytime Josh leaves with one of his friends (which 11 year old boys do all the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...now I remember why I want it to be September. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54 days til school starts ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-6086567001344589184?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/6086567001344589184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=6086567001344589184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/6086567001344589184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/6086567001344589184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2008/07/june-10th.html' title='June 10th?'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-3027409047305158742</id><published>2008-06-10T19:57:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:27:16.744-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='q'/><title type='text'>Play me a song</title><content type='html'>Tim started taking piano lessons in March. Josh has been studying piano for the last three years, and like everything else, Tim couldn't wait until he could play too. He had his first recital on Sunday June 1st. His recital piece was "Lost my Partner" We asked him later if he was nervous and he said "Piece of cake...it was a piece of cake"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Kelly, I'm going to try and upload that video now....keep your fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the video quality, it was a camera phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cDz-9AzXhh8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cDz-9AzXhh8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...i'm pretty sure that is not what you told me to do Kelly....but there it is on youtube..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cDz-9AzXhh8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-3027409047305158742?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/3027409047305158742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=3027409047305158742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/3027409047305158742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/3027409047305158742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2008/06/play-me-song.html' title='Play me a song'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-7447948396498084464</id><published>2008-06-05T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:26:34.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom, is our house going to blow apart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SEg3Y_PD0cI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yobxOawcmNo/s1600-h/timtooth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208473871484965314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SEg3Y_PD0cI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yobxOawcmNo/s200/timtooth.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy cow, how do you answer a question like that? Tim is deathly afraid of storms. He freaks out at the first sign of a storm cloud. When he was younger he would run for cover if the wind picked up over 5mph. We spent most of one spring in the house watching the wind blow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was the kindergarten assembly. Finished at 2:00pm. We were allowed to take our children home after the assembly. I normally would just let him come home as normal, because after all, I still had another 30 minutes of quiet time. Yesterday I decided to sign Tim out and we came home early (along with his little buddy Wyatt whose Mom was doing PTO stuff at school) Good thing, because 30 minutes later we were in the dark, in our basement under a tornado warning having the following conversation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tim: "Can't you tell how scared I am...can you hear how my voice sounds...I'm really scared. Isn't it sad that I'm almost 7 and I'm so afraid of storms." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "It is okay to be afraid". (cause I'm pretty afraid myself right now and I'm almost 40!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tim: "Mom, is our house going to blow apart"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "No, I'm pretty sure it won't blow apart" (I hope cause this place is put together with spit and a prayer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tim: "Can you promise me 100% that it won't?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Ummm....well, no I can't." (do I lie?? I couldn't promise him 100%) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tim "what will we do if it does"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "We will build a new house"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tim: "But were will we sleep tonight?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: At Wyatts house, right Wyatt? We can sleep at your house? (say yes Wyatt, say yes!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tim: "Good...and we can play Wii there too" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bed and a wii....all is fine in his world. Whew...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happily our house did not blow apart. And I didn't even tell a lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW--this picture has nothing to do with the storm. But I was determined to post a picture today :-) The video will have to wait until tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't I get this to post with my paragraph breaks????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-7447948396498084464?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/7447948396498084464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=7447948396498084464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/7447948396498084464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/7447948396498084464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2008/06/mom-is-our-house-going-to-blow-apart.html' title='Mom, is our house going to blow apart?'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SEg3Y_PD0cI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yobxOawcmNo/s72-c/timtooth.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273414720079866754.post-8586292500970898857</id><published>2008-06-03T21:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:22:55.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong with me?</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about entering blogger land since January. I stalk a handful of blogs and you all make it look so easy. Let me tell you, this Blogger thingy is intimidating. (please tell me there is spell check) I JUST DON'T GET IT. I am not dumb. At least I don't think I am. Maybe I should get my 10 year old to help me. I could ask my husband, but then I won't be able to vent about him here ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See...I just accidentally (where is that spell check??) saved a draft and it took me a few minutes to get this opened back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to upload a video....keeping my fingers crossed this worked. Nope....taking too long and I'm impatient. That will be my goal for tomorrow a photo upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...I'm hitting the button. I'll play around more later.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273414720079866754-8586292500970898857?l=pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/feeds/8586292500970898857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273414720079866754&amp;postID=8586292500970898857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/8586292500970898857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273414720079866754/posts/default/8586292500970898857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedontmakemecook.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='What is wrong with me?'/><author><name>marcyh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13588567801333903726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-rcuvmEXg/SW1Kj70e6EI/AAAAAAAAADA/53E8OZfweRA/S220/mekeith%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
