<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127</id><updated>2009-11-15T10:23:44.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to our Crazy Blessed Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Random thoughts on life, children, religion, music and other stuff.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>878</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-2681279414495299776</id><published>2009-11-15T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T07:22:13.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NaBloPoMo Day 15 A Crazy Dream</title><content type='html'>Hubs and I went to bed early last night..10:30. I don't know why I couldn't get up this morning but it could have something to do with the very involved dream I was having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason &lt;a href="http://salientband.com"&gt;Salient&lt;/a&gt; was playing a show at the Scraphouse because it was the last weekend the scrapbooking retreat house was going to be open. We had a youth group there and &lt;a href="http://www.bigdaddyweave.com/content/mike"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.bigdaddyweave.com/"&gt;Big Daddy Weave &lt;/a&gt;was there playing worship. Ryan from &lt;a href="http://www.thisisreverb.com/"&gt;This is Reverb &lt;/a&gt;was also there taking pictures...he may have been the speaker as well. There were also a couple of people from work there.&lt;br /&gt;We discovered that the house next door was going to be the new scraphouse and that it had scripture painted on the walls. We all looked in the windows and Mike played a song that made me cry while we were reading the scripture.&lt;a href="http://addisonrd.com/WordPress/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cdbaby.com/Artist/RosyFusion"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Rosy, Mike Lee and Jason Allen were also there which makes me think there was supposed to be a Dr. Smooth reunion concert later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later someone said "Ok, let's go!" except that nothing was cleaned up. Any time we left the scraphouse we always ran the dishwasher, swept up our scraps and made sure we didn't leave any of our stuff. In the dream people that hadn't been there before I guess assumed we would leave at three in the afternoon and could leave it a big fat mess. I said we needed an itinerary and people needed to understand they needed to clean up their own messes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One girl from work said she wasn't happy because she didn't like the other girl from work that was there. That rose tensions for everyone. Then we were back out at the concert and I was sitting in a wagon talking to some woman that was tanned to a crisp. She had some seriously sprayed crazy 80's hair....giant bangs and probably had stock in aquanet. She was laughing because my legs were orange. For some reason I dyed them for Halloween and it hadn't come off yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Office/bios/brian_baumgartner.shtml"&gt;Kevin from The Office&lt;/a&gt; walked up and handed me a cupcake shaped like a purple pig and told me to take it to some bakery. I asked him if I could eat it and he said no. I ate it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was woken up by a small voice asked daddy what time it was. I was exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943127-2681279414495299776?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2681279414495299776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=2681279414495299776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/2681279414495299776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/2681279414495299776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/nablopomo-day-15-crazy-dream.html' title='NaBloPoMo Day 15 A Crazy Dream'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-3128555720355194817</id><published>2009-11-14T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:12:52.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NaBloPoMo Day 14 Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Sv9_rrokPqI/AAAAAAAAEDo/3uITVU2YfjM/s1600-h/fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Sv9_rrokPqI/AAAAAAAAEDo/3uITVU2YfjM/s320/fish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404178466291859106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am glad to be blogging more frequently (every day this month) but am finding fewer things to write about except my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My subtitle has religion, music, children and other random stuff. So, I suppose I could write about a few of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been slacking on my Tuesdays with Dorie. I really want to bake but haven't had the time or the energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munchkin has an extremely loose tooth. She won't let me pull it because it is "fun to wiggle".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Man had a birthday party to go to at Glow Golf today. He buried his face in my leg and would not go sit with the other kids. He would not get his face painted and wouldn't even acknowledge people speaking to him. The birthday boy came over and put his hand on his back and told him everything was ok and asked if he would like to see the cake. It made me think this happens at school more than I think it does. At times, I am at a complete loss about what I should do. At conferences his teacher said socially things were difficult for awhile but that he was fine now. I just want him to be happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be a photographer but need a new camera....and some classes. I have been eyeing the new Digital Canon 50D with 15.1 mega pixels. I know most of my pictures I post are not great quality but I have been told I have a good eye. Is the industry too saturated for a hack like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat has decided that she must sleep on me, all night long. It doesn't matter if I sleep on my back or front she is sleeping on me. If I roll over she just acts like it is a log rolling competition and moves as needed. She is losing a bunch of hair. Every fall she looks a little scraggly. I am not sure if it is because of the weather change or what but, I think she is allergic to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs is going to the Titans game tomorrow. A friend just called with an extra ticket. That should be fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lifechurch message tonight and tomorrow is on speaking in tongues. Growing up in Baptist churches this was a spiritual gift that was ignored or swept under the rug. I don't remember learning about tongues until I was in college. Then I thought it was weird. I know as Christians we are gifted with Spiritual Gifts. My strong ones tend to be mercy, teaching, and discernment. I am interested to see what the message tomorrow will be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you didn't know, black lights will show every bit of sugar you dumped on your red shirt from the Aunt Anne's pretzel you ate before the movie you saw today. No matter how many napkins you used to get it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piranha feeding at Stingray reef is far less impressive than you might think it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943127-3128555720355194817?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3128555720355194817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=3128555720355194817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/3128555720355194817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/3128555720355194817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/nablopomo-day-14-random-thoughts.html' title='NaBloPoMo Day 14 Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Sv9_rrokPqI/AAAAAAAAEDo/3uITVU2YfjM/s72-c/fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-6093392297291637932</id><published>2009-11-13T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:37:01.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NaBloPoMo Day 13 Nails on a chalkboard</title><content type='html'>The one sound in the world that absolutely makes me want to go postal is the sound of dogs barking. I can understand a little warning bark here or a "Here's the mailman" bark there. But, when it is woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof.............woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof...woof, woof, woof, woof........woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof for 3 hours straight I get a little on edge.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden the little dog in the neighborhood that has been doing that for 3 hours has been silent for a full 5 minutes. Please Lord let it stay that way. I am at peace once more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943127-6093392297291637932?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6093392297291637932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=6093392297291637932&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/6093392297291637932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/6093392297291637932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/nablopomo-day-13-nails-on-chalkboard.html' title='NaBloPoMo Day 13 Nails on a chalkboard'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-1457268540984886843</id><published>2009-11-12T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:20:28.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NABloPoMo Day 12 I Left My Wallet in El Segundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;Tonight hubs and I were watching Flash Forward while the kids were still up. It starts at 7PM here and we were eating dinner. Healthy, right? :) Anyway, on the show they got some tip about El Segundo and my hubby knew immediately that I would start singing "I left my wallet in El Segundo, I gotta go back and get it!" The best part was when Munchkin joined in to sing with me. Only her version was more along the lines of "I lef my wallet in elfamundo! I gotta go back and get it!" :) We had a pretty good laugh over that. We had to explain to her that "I left my wallet" song came out a long time ago and every time I hear El Segundo it just pops into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better is that my sweet sheltered hubby had never heard it before we started dating. Both of our parents hated "that rap crap" but I loved it. I was like that girl in High School Musical that likes to pop and lock and jam....or not. :) I did like hip hop though, it was fun to dance to. I could do a serious Roger Rabbit and still bust it out now and then. I just looked up the info on the song and it came out in 1990. In those days hubs was listening to Stryper, Guns and Roses, Motley Crue, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all that to say I introduced him to A Tribe Called Quest and I Left my Wallet in El Segundo. Enjoy it as much as he did from the other room when I looked up this video on YouTube. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NCxFL5od9D0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NCxFL5od9D0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943127-1457268540984886843?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1457268540984886843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=1457268540984886843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/1457268540984886843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/1457268540984886843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/nablopomo-day-12-i-left-my-wallet-in-el.html' title='NABloPoMo Day 12 I Left My Wallet in El Segundo'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-5924605875924326933</id><published>2009-11-11T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:44:00.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NaBloPoMo Day 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/SvuSggbn7pI/AAAAAAAAEDg/IoNsuykzujU/s1600-h/CIMG0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/SvuSggbn7pI/AAAAAAAAEDg/IoNsuykzujU/s320/CIMG0091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403073265120308882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A brief conversation with my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey Boo! How are you tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Little Man: goo(d)&lt;br /&gt;Me: How was My Gym today?&lt;br /&gt;Little Man: goo(d)&lt;br /&gt;Me: What was your question today?&lt;br /&gt;Little man: Daddy, what was my quesion today? I don't know my quesion.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok, I love you sweetie pie&lt;br /&gt;Little man: I love you too mommy! Want to talk to Munchkin?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part of this conversation that stood out to me most outside of I love you mommy was asking daddy about the question. He was so clear and concise and sounded like a little boy without speech issues. He is so sweet and I am so glad he is getting speech at school. It is helping tremendously!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping up on the soapbox: If you have any question about how your child is progressing in the physical development or in speech please talk to your doctor. Here in Tennessee there are early intervention programs that last until age three that are free to your child. Please utilize them and get what your child needs! Thank you and I will now step off my soapbox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943127-5924605875924326933?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5924605875924326933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=5924605875924326933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/5924605875924326933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/5924605875924326933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/nablopomo-day-11.html' title='NaBloPoMo Day 11'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/SvuSggbn7pI/AAAAAAAAEDg/IoNsuykzujU/s72-c/CIMG0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-7726081665547040198</id><published>2009-11-10T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:44:47.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NaBloPoMo Day 10 and {TWD} Cran Apple Crisps</title><content type='html'>I am planning on making my Cran Apple Crisps for dinner tonight. They look delicious on everyone elses page. However my daughter and my husband "don't like cooked fruit" so I make have to make a slight alteration to theirs.....we'll see. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was crazy at work. Someone decided it would be a good idea to pull the fire alarm so we would have to evacuate the building. I am not sure what people are thinking when they do something like that. It really messes up things for everyone else. Once we got back in the building we were able to close up and go home around 10:15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back and check out my photos of my cran-apple crisp! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943127-7726081665547040198?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7726081665547040198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=7726081665547040198&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/7726081665547040198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/7726081665547040198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/nablopomo-day-10-and-twd-cran-apple.html' title='NaBloPoMo Day 10 and {TWD} Cran Apple Crisps'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-3249758086722516636</id><published>2009-11-09T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:45:38.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NaBloPoMo Day 9 A Day for me</title><content type='html'>Well, not a whole day mind you but a couple of hours anyway. I am not sure when the last time I did something just for me was that didn't include taking a shower, watching TV or playing on the computer. I just don't take time for me because for some twisted reason I don't think I need it or deserve it. Because I am away from my family so much for work I would rather hang out with them and feel like time away from them breaks my heart...co-dependent much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been tight lately so it has not been an option to just go hang out at Starbys and drink overpriced coffee while reading the latest and greatest gossip magazine. This morning though I went to take care of a bill and got a nice surprise. It was about 1/4 the amount that I thought I needed to pay. Now, I could have thrown the extra at another bill but we have a car in need of an O2 sensor and an exhaust manifold. Hubs was quoted around $900 for the repair. I went to Auto zone to find out the price of the parts and called a local guy who said he would charge $77 for labor. The parts were still $300. Since I knew we wouldn't be spending $900 I decided to head over to Goodwill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up spending $6 on a shirt and 3 books. I would have bought a 4th but Black Beauty had apparently been used to stash something in it. The pages were cut out like you would see in the movies. I spent $3 at Panera and sat and read one of my new Goodwill finds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having lunch with my Munchkin I ran home and changed for work. Hubs called to let me know that they were only going to fix the O2 sensor because they were able to get the old one out without stripping the threads. Grand total parts and labor: $187. Woo hoo! I felt even less guilty about the $6 trip to Goodwill. :) Later I got a text from my hubby stating that it takes 33 minutes to walk from the car shop to our house. A few minutes later I got another text saying it took 36 minutes to fix the car. Doh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am at work anticipating the end of the work day. It has been a good day but I miss my family and can't wait to get home to them. I am thinking about what to write tomorrow and wondering if I will be too lazy to bust out my thumb drive with pictures to post....we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would leave a comment I would love to hear from you. It will make me feel special..Hi Mom! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943127-3249758086722516636?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3249758086722516636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=3249758086722516636&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/3249758086722516636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/3249758086722516636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/nablopomo-day-9-day-for-me.html' title='NaBloPoMo Day 9 A Day for me'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-370981184281514000</id><published>2009-11-08T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:01:42.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NaBloPoMo Day 8 Locks of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Sveh5IqBhFI/AAAAAAAAEDY/lPcBwfvODHo/s1600-h/hair1front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Sveh5IqBhFI/AAAAAAAAEDY/lPcBwfvODHo/s320/hair1front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401964281002558546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the last couple of months I have been thinking about chopping my hair off. It had gotten really long and was to the point that my husband would roll on it at night making me wake up&lt;br /&gt;from a dead sleep in serious pain. My kids somehow kept managing to try and bald me, not on purpose of course. And, every collared shirt or hoodie gave me knots that were not to be reckoned with.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Sveg2lD8XoI/AAAAAAAAEDA/_TqXXIWkbsQ/s1600-h/hair1back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Sveg2lD8XoI/AAAAAAAAEDA/_TqXXIWkbsQ/s320/hair1back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401963137576230530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning I took a look around the interwebs trying to find a photo of heart shaped face haircuts. I do have a heart shaped face right? That is what I was told at a Mary Kay party anyway. Instead of printing off Reese Witherspoon or Christina Ricci I found a photo from my facebook page from about 7 years ago. I was at the Dove awards with my hubby, the band and the other band waives and I looked hot! At least I remember getting quite a few compliments that night. The other wives and I looked like Rock Star Wives! Anyway, I printed the picture and my daughter said "Hey, mommy! That looks like you, only with different hair!" Glad you see the resemblance dear. One more kid later and no hair cut for a couple of years and you are seeing the end result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Sveg2cJpYFI/AAAAAAAAEC4/GRvgnpldSjQ/s1600-h/hairponytail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Sveg2cJpYFI/AAAAAAAAEC4/GRvgnpldSjQ/s320/hairponytail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401963135184232530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After church hubs and I took the kids to Qdoba. We had a buy one get one free coupon and spent less than we could have at McDonalds. My handy dandy Citipass also had a coupon for a day spa in the same complex. The coupon was for $10 off a haircut OR I could get a free haircut with any color job. The haircut was $51. The color was $89. Um.....hm no wonder I haven't had a haircut in quite sometime. My friend Angela had raved about Monique at Great Clips so that is where we went (we are on a budget here people! $10 is a good price for us at the moment). I explained to Monique (who I am quite certain is not the same Monique Angela told me about) that I wanted to do Locks of Love. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Sveg16QaM4I/AAAAAAAAECw/UD7stPUYrUc/s1600-h/hairchop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Sveg16QaM4I/AAAAAAAAECw/UD7stPUYrUc/s320/hairchop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401963126085792642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She got out her measuring comb and sure enough, there was enough hair for donation. The rubber band was placed, a large amount of hair was hacked off and the real haircut began. Monique did a pretty good job of making my new do look like the photo I took in but it is a little bit shorter. That is Ok though, it is hoodie season and now my hair won't tangle like it has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to do Locks of Love for quite some time. I am glad that I finally got to do it. If you don't know about Locks of Love you&lt;a href="http://www.locksoflove.org/index.html"&gt; can go here to find out more!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Sveg1UOSZ2I/AAAAAAAAECo/9HsZGPB1_Hw/s1600-h/hair2front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Sveg1UOSZ2I/AAAAAAAAECo/9HsZGPB1_Hw/s320/hair2front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401963115876345698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to the counter Monique said there was no charge since it was for Locks of Love! Not expected at all. At least I had cash on me for a tip. I think she did a nice job and will go back to her. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Sveg1ITWGMI/AAAAAAAAECg/ZGjKoQ6qIuQ/s1600-h/hairback2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Sveg1ITWGMI/AAAAAAAAECg/ZGjKoQ6qIuQ/s320/hairback2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401963112676333762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Svehw9THATI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/4D2vAZWwPkw/s1600-h/hairkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Svehw9THATI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/4D2vAZWwPkw/s320/hairkids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401964140514705714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943127-370981184281514000?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/370981184281514000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=370981184281514000&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/370981184281514000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/370981184281514000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/nablopomo-day-8-locks-of-love.html' title='NaBloPoMo Day 8 Locks of Love'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Sveh5IqBhFI/AAAAAAAAEDY/lPcBwfvODHo/s72-c/hair1front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-329294087647209668</id><published>2009-11-07T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:38:46.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NaBloPoMo Day 7 A beautiful day in Tennessee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/SvYE9TuyN9I/AAAAAAAAECY/k8xuf-vzydU/s1600-h/CIMG0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/SvYE9TuyN9I/AAAAAAAAECY/k8xuf-vzydU/s320/CIMG0565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401510254392522706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8 years, 6 months and 7 days ago my husband and I packed up everything we owned (that fit in a 750 sq foot house) and stuffed it in a 27 foot truck with another family and moved to Tennessee from California. The band had a record deal and we were all moving out together. We made quite a caravan with 2 27 foot trucks, 2 car trailers and 3 other cars being driven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our time getting here, spending the night in Arizona, twice in Texas and once in Arkansas. 2 pets made the journey with us our cat and the bass players chameleon whose life I later saved by force feeding it meal worms. The night we camped in Texas there were tornado warnings but I don't recall being terrible alarmed. Bean (our cat) spent the night in the car in her crate. I don't know if the storm freaked her out but she managed to dump her mini litter pan in her water and had clumping cat litter stuck to everything from her tail to the windshield of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jackson Tennessee we left a trailer at a shop with a flat tire and drove one of the extra vehicles. We got to where we were going while it was still light and had to use wire cutters to get the lock off the first truck. The keys were in Arizona. We unloaded the first truck and I got lost trying to go get drinks for everyone. The second truck we unloaded in the dark because the drummer didn't have electricity...or so we thought until we realized the AC was on and all of the lightbulbs were burned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things about unloading a truck in the heat is you realize how hot and humid Tennessee is. As fall came around I was missing California tremendously, especially the weather. I said out loud to a neighbor on a glorious beautiful day that "It was a California day!!" She quickly corrected me by saying "No, it is just a beautiful day in Tennessee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conversation happened several years in a row. My sweet neighbor moved back to California to be with her family and today I caught myself saying "It is a beautiful day in Tennessee!" This one is for you Bernie! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943127-329294087647209668?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/329294087647209668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=329294087647209668&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/329294087647209668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/329294087647209668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/nablopomo-day-7-beautiful-day-in.html' title='NaBloPoMo Day 7 A beautiful day in Tennessee'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/SvYE9TuyN9I/AAAAAAAAECY/k8xuf-vzydU/s72-c/CIMG0565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-2465122369246601322</id><published>2009-11-06T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:14:17.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NaBloPoMo Day 6 Beat Down</title><content type='html'>It is Friday, the sun is shining brightly, like every red blooded American I am looking forward to the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;However, today I feel beat down. There is a lot going on at work, people are sneaky and I am missing my kids. I should be looking forward to hanging out with my girlfriends that I am going to play Bunco with but I am feeling guilty about leaving my kids and hubby behind for the evening. I worked late (10pm late) twice this week and didn't get to see them at all. I worked 40 minutes over last night and didn't get to see my kids for very long.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a bad friend because I have invested close to zero in the woman that speak truth into my life this past year.&lt;br /&gt;I know I should feel blessed that I have a job "in this economy".&lt;br /&gt;I just know I want to be with my kids and my husband more often and I would love to be with the rest of our families more often as well.&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend come in and tell me about the speaker that was at work yesterday. The guy talked about taking ownership of your feelings and how you control how you are feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I am feeling anxious. The last time I felt like this was several months before I got married. I was living with three girls and things were not going well. I had serious anxiety for a couple of months until I was out of that situation.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the weekend will bring renewed perception and a better attitude on Monday&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the downer NaBloPoMo today, it is hard to write something upbeat and fun when I feel like this. Tomorrow will be better. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943127-2465122369246601322?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2465122369246601322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=2465122369246601322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/2465122369246601322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/2465122369246601322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/nablopomo-day-6-beat-down.html' title='NaBloPoMo Day 6 Beat Down'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-5618182744609563894</id><published>2009-11-05T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:47:49.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NaBloPoMo Day 5 A lost tooth and random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/SvMrvnAScjI/AAAAAAAAECQ/ZSxDtBw58mM/s1600-h/tooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400708475071394354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/SvMrvnAScjI/AAAAAAAAECQ/ZSxDtBw58mM/s320/tooth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First and foremost my day started off with pulling my sons tooth. It has been hanging on by a thread for days and the big tooth is halfway in behind it. He has been showing off his "shark" tooth to everyone who will look..along with the bruise on his forehead that he garnered when he sneezed so hard that he whacked his forehead on the doorjamb. Nice... I had a washcloth in hand this morning so I could get ahold of the tiny tooth, pulled it and waited for the firestorm fit I was sure was to follow. It never came! I don't think my Little Man even realized I had pulled the tooth out. I showed him and told him how excited I was for him, he showed his daddy who told him how proud he was that he didn't cry and we gave high fives! He took it downstairs to show big sister who helped him get a baggie to put it in so that won't get lost before the tooth fairy comes tonight. I thought he was pretty excited but I found out later today that he didn't even tell his teacher! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another tooth front, I had my 6 month checkup today and am cavity free! Woo hoo! For a girl with a mouth full of metal that is always a relief. No crowns or root canals for me this time. Yes I do brush my teeth, I also floss on a consistent basis, it is hereditary and I have soft enamel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck in traffic this morning on my way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gotten in trouble for a status update on Facebook? I try very hard not to post status updates that are going to get me in trouble. Controversial, yes. Get me fired? No. Apparently a very innocuous status update that had a couple of comments on it got sent to someone who brought it to someone elses attention. The update has been deleted but for the record my update could have been concerning anything other than work. I am irritated about the situation but will not be posting anything else that can be construed as negative for my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the dentist chair this morning I was watching something with very little sound. I caught that the previous mayor of New York was on a new ship that was built from steel from the World Trade Center. I am split on my feeling on this. I think it is a neat tribute to change it from victim status to destroyer. But, the WTC went down once what is to stop someone from doing that again in the ocean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream the other night that I was hanging out with Dwight Shrute. For some reason he came to my kids school and we were going to see Little Mans class. He made some comment about how he never had any kind of learning disability and was very flippant about kids with disabilities. I had to put him in his place that there is not shame in having a learning disability, or a brain anomaly, or a physical issue. He was very sorry and apologized profusely. We got the kids report cards the other day and Little Man is having kind of a hard time staying on task. Because of his ACC he is having a much more difficult time in school than Munchkin did. I wonder if this dream was me trying to tell myself that it will be OK for him to do Kindergarten a second time if that is needed. I really want to do whats best for him. He likes school, he likes his teacher, he likes recess but he is struggling to keep up with the other kids. I think the structure is fantastic for him and that he is learning. He has a fantastic speech teacher that is doing wonders with him. Ugh, decisions decisions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last random thought for the day...when you pull up to a stop and see someone you kind of know, what do you do after you acknowledge them? So you just sit there and feel awkward, do you keep sneaking peeks to see if they are looking back at you? Do you completely ignore them? I just took a very unscientific poll and apparently I am not the only one that feel awkward at stop lights so if I try to ignore you after acknowledging you just know I feel awkward and don't know what to do. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943127-5618182744609563894?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5618182744609563894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=5618182744609563894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/5618182744609563894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/5618182744609563894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/nablopomo-day-5-lost-tooth-and-random.html' title='NaBloPoMo Day 5 A lost tooth and random thoughts'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/SvMrvnAScjI/AAAAAAAAECQ/ZSxDtBw58mM/s72-c/tooth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-1450689867935657392</id><published>2009-11-04T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:13:15.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Leia, Darth Vader and NaBloPoMo Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/SvHDwOaTuqI/AAAAAAAAECI/Hu_Zdk8Picw/s1600-h/vaderandleia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400312661463513762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/SvHDwOaTuqI/AAAAAAAAECI/Hu_Zdk8Picw/s320/vaderandleia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woo hoo! 4 posts in 4 days. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween was Saturday...you didn't know? Oh, you were one of the people hiding in your house with the lights off not sharing in the candy love! Just kidding, I know you were at a harvest festival or at work or out with your own little monkeys trick or treating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Munchkin and Little Man have recently been exposed to nerdiness...I mean the original 3 Star Wars movies. In my Little Mans school book it says his favorite movie is Star Wars. When we went to pick out twin size sheets and a twin size blanket he headed straight for star wars. No Cars or Pirates or airplanes for him. No sir, Star Wars all the way. It almost brings a tear to my eye that hubby and I can pass on our dorkiness to the next generation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention Munchkin wanted Princess Leia buns for her school pictures? She looks awfully cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that to say that when it came time to pick costumes there was no question that the kids would be Star Wars characters. We actually planned on me being Queen Amidala and hubs dressing up as Chewbacca. I looked into an Amidala headpiece but didn't get around to ordering it in time and Chewbacca costumes are $400. No thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/SvHC2TFJpYI/AAAAAAAAECA/xWmUuEOyfAw/s1600-h/vaderleia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400311666284537218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/SvHC2TFJpYI/AAAAAAAAECA/xWmUuEOyfAw/s320/vaderleia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found Little Mans Darth Vader costume at Walmart for $17 but Princess Leia at Target was $30. I thought "Hey, I know...I will make a Princess Leia costume". It can't be that hard right. Then I found out my mom was coming to visit and she knows how to sew, so I enlisted her help. Mom found an angel costume for $19 and brought it with her. I found a Dorothy wig for $6 that we were able to pin up and Munchkin wore a sparkly belt she had in her drawer saving us at least a few dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Man adored his costume...at the store and at home. Out trick or treating he wasn't quite as big a fan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course they were both adorable..at least I think they were! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow: Pumpkin Carving&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/13943127-1450689867935657392?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1450689867935657392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=1450689867935657392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/1450689867935657392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/1450689867935657392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/princess-leia-darth-vader-and-nablopomo.html' title='Princess Leia, Darth Vader and NaBloPoMo Day 4'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/SvHDwOaTuqI/AAAAAAAAECI/Hu_Zdk8Picw/s72-c/vaderandleia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-5755774421421760577</id><published>2009-11-03T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:49:00.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{TWD} Sugar Topped Molassas Spice Cookies</title><content type='html'>and Day 3 of &lt;a href="http://www.nablopomo.com/"&gt;NaBloPoMo&lt;/a&gt; where I blog every day for the month of November. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400059249680232530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/SvDdRt9AsFI/AAAAAAAAEBw/bGAOen3lJ0Q/s320/mol1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to Pamela of &lt;a href="http://cookieswithboys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cookies with Boys&lt;/a&gt; for choosing Sugar-Topped Molasses Spice Cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This month, due to Thanksgiving we are allowed to bake and post out of order. These don't come up until November 17th but the recipe will be posted then. Make sure to check out Pamela's blog for her pretty pictures and her fun posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know when you have those months where everything is paycheck to paycheck and you have to cut some things out? Well, expensive ingredients are on the cut list for the moment. You most likely have all of the ingredients for these delicious cookies in your well stocked cupboard already. I left out the ginger since my ground ginger has mysteriously disappeared and we didn't have the dough to head to the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have a confession to make though.....I haven't actually baked these yet. However, the dough is to die for. I whipped up the dough in no time last night and stuck it in the freezer. I could have eaten most of the dough by myself. I made my husband smell the dough since he is not a dough eater. He is all weird about the raw egg things...this one only has one egg in it. How much salmonella could there be? He said he would taste them when they were baked into yumminess. I also wonder how many times I can use dough in a paragraph. I write good....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my dough is now hanging out in the fridge, it is 7:30 pm and I am at work. I may bake them tonight when I get home at 10:30 or they may wait until Thursday. I am working all day tomorrow and teaching tomorrow night. That's OK, with our burned out fridge light bulbs I think the dough will like hanging out with the milk and cheese for another couple of days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did take pictures of the dough and the picture in the book though so you can see what the cookies are supposed to look like. And I may even post a picture once they are baked. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400059237734380914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/SvDdRBc5dXI/AAAAAAAAEBo/yoTrCsVFUfg/s320/mol2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are a yummy fall cookie and I will definitely be making them again. So, visit Pam's blog for the recipe or you can buy the book Baking from My Home to Yours by Dorie Greenspan.&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/13943127-5755774421421760577?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5755774421421760577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=5755774421421760577&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/5755774421421760577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/5755774421421760577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/twd-sugar-topped-molassas-spice-cookies.html' title='{TWD} Sugar Topped Molassas Spice Cookies'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/SvDdRt9AsFI/AAAAAAAAEBw/bGAOen3lJ0Q/s72-c/mol1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-2484640677758738141</id><published>2009-11-02T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:01:11.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NaBloPoMo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Su8aF5U4mxI/AAAAAAAAEBg/vRVA5WvZu2o/s1600-h/nablo1109.120x90[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399563166830598930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Su8aF5U4mxI/AAAAAAAAEBg/vRVA5WvZu2o/s320/nablo1109.120x90%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I am joining &lt;a href="http://www.nablopomo.com/"&gt;NaBloPoMo&lt;/a&gt; which is 30 posts in 30 days/blogging every day. I am going to be sucessful at this. My sister does &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/a&gt; every year and has written a novel length book. I tried last year and made it to about 1500 words...then life got in the way. I think this is attainable for me. We'll see. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943127-2484640677758738141?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2484640677758738141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=2484640677758738141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/2484640677758738141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/2484640677758738141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/nablopomo.html' title='NaBloPoMo'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Su8aF5U4mxI/AAAAAAAAEBg/vRVA5WvZu2o/s72-c/nablo1109.120x90%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-7227728865712001044</id><published>2009-11-02T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:38:40.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Party #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Su8YluIefXI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/FV_qNY67ySY/s1600-h/nun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399561514558324082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Su8YluIefXI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/FV_qNY67ySY/s320/nun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is that time of the year again. The spooks and goblins are getting ready to hunt down candy..&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for their parents... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that they will hoard until it is gone. I posted awhile back about the costumes we have had in recent years. On actual Halloween we were the party poopers. No costumes for us, mostly due to financial and time constraints. However, we did get to go to a murder mystery party Friday night with friends from work. I dressed as a nun and my rockstar husband got to dress as a 70's TV Producer. With the financial constraits undomestic me MADE my hubby some bellbottoms. I sacrificed an old paid of my jeans so I could stitch witch the fabric to an old pair of his jeans. He was pretty impressed. He wore my gold chain, a shirt he bought years ago for rocking out with his band and some cool aviator shades. In the interest of frugality..and the fact that nun costumes were completely sold out I bought a black turtleneck that can be worn again, a black scarf that can be worn again and white headband that can be worn again (you have to be frugal in this economy). The costumes worked out well and we had a good time at the party. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Su8Y3NkRyDI/AAAAAAAAEBY/PDFgsJ0KRZ4/s1600-h/70s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399561815054207026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Su8Y3NkRyDI/AAAAAAAAEBY/PDFgsJ0KRZ4/s320/70s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have to say I am fairly certain I have never been to a party that had jello shots before. I did not partake since I was driving and Bobby did not partake since he thought they would make him fall asleep. He had been up until 2am the night before getting a bunch of work done. Not to mention the party was kind of his worst nightmare. He loves being on stage but being at a party where he is forced to talk to people he didn't know was not really his happy place. I loved having him there though and that he loves me enough to go with me to stuff like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow...Princess Leia and Darth Vader&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943127-7227728865712001044?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7227728865712001044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=7227728865712001044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/7227728865712001044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/7227728865712001044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-party-1.html' title='Halloween Party #1'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Su8YluIefXI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/FV_qNY67ySY/s72-c/nun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-6145003342717735815</id><published>2009-11-01T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:10:58.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tap, Tap, Tap....</title><content type='html'>Is this thing on?&lt;br /&gt;Wow! What a crazy couple of months. I feel like I have been sucked in to the back hole of non blogging. I have been working about a million hours a week, trying to rearrange my schedule so I can go on field trips, getting costumes ready for Halloween, spending as much time with my family as I can, reading a book, and teaching at University of Phoenix. So, obviously I need the outlet of my blog. It is something I have loved to do in the past but have been slacking at lately. Hopefully this month will be better!&lt;br /&gt;I am busy editing pictures and will hopefully have some up this week. Stayed tuned, hopefully this will be one busy blog this month. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943127-6145003342717735815?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6145003342717735815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=6145003342717735815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/6145003342717735815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/6145003342717735815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/tap-tap-tap.html' title='Tap, Tap, Tap....'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-8596998964910833704</id><published>2009-10-25T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:50:17.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a winner folks! :)</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago we went to Pumpkin Hill Pumpkin patch with our friends the &lt;a href="http://www.ugafans.blogspot.com"&gt;Jackson's&lt;/a&gt;. After a fun hayride and finding the perfect pumpkins we were directed toward a giant pumpkin that could be won with the right guess of the weight. Munchkin REALLY wanted to guess. So, for the low low price of $1 she got 3 guesses. Tonight I got a call from the owner asking for her. It would have weirded me out a little since it was a man calling but he was calling from Pumpkin Hill so I guessed she had won. I gave her the phone and told her to say hello. All of a sudden she put her hand over her mouth and her eyes got as big a saucers and she didn't say a word. I prompted her to say thank you and took the phone back. She is so excited and so are we! I can't wait for Bobby and the kids to pick up the pumpkin so I can get some pictures of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943127-8596998964910833704?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8596998964910833704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=8596998964910833704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/8596998964910833704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/8596998964910833704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/shes-winner-folks.html' title='She&apos;s a winner folks! :)'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-3654538572050779527</id><published>2009-10-24T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:16:53.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what I'm talking about</title><content type='html'>My hubby is jumping in as a guest blogger today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall break has given Little Man a chance to brush up on his Wii Tennis skills. While playing with me one afternoon, we scored a point, and I said "That's what I'm talking about!" and we exchanged high fives and fist bumps. This continued for multiple rounds... Then this morning, he was playing by himself vs. the computer. He scored a point, and turned around to me and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that what you're talking about?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943127-3654538572050779527?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3654538572050779527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=3654538572050779527&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/3654538572050779527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/3654538572050779527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/thats-what-im-talking-about.html' title='That&apos;s what I&apos;m talking about'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-1636553170106090468</id><published>2009-10-18T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T06:13:34.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BBrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/StsUOI919sI/AAAAAAAAEBI/FhCUia-pFPE/s1600-h/CIMG0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/StsUOI919sI/AAAAAAAAEBI/FhCUia-pFPE/s320/CIMG0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393927211863897794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are waiting patiently for the heat guy to come to the house. Munchkin slept with me last night in my bed that had 10 blankets piled on it. Little Man opted for his own Star Wars comforter, race car blanket and footies.&lt;br /&gt;We were pretty cold 2 nights ago but last night Tennessee had a frost advisory.&lt;br /&gt;We are headed out to sit in front of the fireplace at Panera while we wait for the heat guy. Pray we don't freeze on the way to our car! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, here is a cute picture of our dog not long after we got her and she was still in the cute tiny puppy phase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943127-1636553170106090468?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1636553170106090468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=1636553170106090468&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/1636553170106090468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/1636553170106090468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/bbrrrrrrrr.html' title='BBrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/StsUOI919sI/AAAAAAAAEBI/FhCUia-pFPE/s72-c/CIMG0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-8341325789520957395</id><published>2009-10-15T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:10:44.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My hand looks like a sharks fin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/StfWG6nzpSI/AAAAAAAAEBA/wmgSU9jQKcQ/s1600-h/shk18a.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393014493103236386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/StfWG6nzpSI/AAAAAAAAEBA/wmgSU9jQKcQ/s320/shk18a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you ever see that &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt; movie Deep Blue Sea? We have some friends that used to say the line "My hand looks like a sharks fin" from the L.L. Cool J song "Deepest Blue" all.the.time. It never failed to get a laugh. That is what came to mind tonight as I was checking out my little guys teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a big tooth coming in behind one of his baby teeth. A favorite game on the kindergarten playground is Shark. One kid is the shark and chases the other kids. From what I can gather I think it is like tag and the first person tagged is then the shark. Little Man LOVES to be the shark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We teased him a little bit about becoming a shark from playing the game on the playground to which he responded "rraaaaarrrrrrrr"!!!!! My hubby then told him next time he should play millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bahaha! I just looked up the lyrics to the song and it is actually My "hat" looks like a sharks fin....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943127-8341325789520957395?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8341325789520957395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=8341325789520957395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/8341325789520957395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/8341325789520957395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-hand-looks-like-sharks-fin.html' title='My hand looks like a sharks fin!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/StfWG6nzpSI/AAAAAAAAEBA/wmgSU9jQKcQ/s72-c/shk18a.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-5194724067484084515</id><published>2009-10-13T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:34:41.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{TWD} Allspice Crumb Muffins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/StScfgdj7xI/AAAAAAAAEAg/n6MmM_9GZdc/s1600-h/allspice1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392106718973128466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/StScfgdj7xI/AAAAAAAAEAg/n6MmM_9GZdc/s320/allspice1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weeks recipe was chosen by Kayte at &lt;a href="http://www.grandmaskitchentable.typepad.com/"&gt;Grandmas Kitchen Table&lt;/a&gt;.  Make sure to visit her site for the recipe. Thanks Kayte for this easy recipe this week. We liked it pretty well at our house but I made a few boo boos. Munchkin mixed the topping together so instead of crumbs it was kind of a thick coating. Also, I didn't let the butter cool enough so when I added the milk it got chunky. I think that ended up making them kind of dry. Bobby thought blueberries would be really good in these. I will say the topping was the best part! :) I will likely make these again being a little more careful with the butter. You can also check out the Tuesdays with Dorie Blogroll to see how others did with this recipe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943127-5194724067484084515?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5194724067484084515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=5194724067484084515&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/5194724067484084515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/5194724067484084515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/twd-allspice-crumb-muffins.html' title='{TWD} Allspice Crumb Muffins'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/StScfgdj7xI/AAAAAAAAEAg/n6MmM_9GZdc/s72-c/allspice1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-7844458577596842636</id><published>2009-10-06T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T08:12:44.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{TWD} Split Level Pudding</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Garrett at &lt;a href="http://theflavorofvanilla.blogspot.com/"&gt;Flavor of Vanilla&lt;/a&gt; for this weeks tasty pick. I have never made pudding from scratch before so I was a little nervous. I had two sweet kiddos wanting to help which was good since there were 2 levels to make. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Man helped with level one. mmmm Chocolate Ganache. I heated the milk in the microwave and let him poor it over the Ghirardelli chocolate chips. We watched it for 30 seconds and then he stirred with all of his might. He helped me count out the 6 custard cups and helped me count as I spooned the ganache into each cup.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389504598368499858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Sstd4J0WuJI/AAAAAAAAEAA/U38Jy5hgWg8/s320/pudding2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Munchkin came in and helped me with the more difficult layer..you know, since she is older and all. She is great at reading directions and helped me keep my place. I did make the heinous mistake of trying to make this in the blender because I was feeling lazy and didn't want to dig my food processor out. Of course this cause more dishes when I realized the food processor was supposed to be running while we poured the hot milk in. Have you ever tried to do that in a blender? Not pretty. I made the cinnamon version for the top layer because I thought maybe, just maybe I could get the hubs to try a bite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389504601950687090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Sstd4XKaj3I/AAAAAAAAEAI/i8FGR48tUBY/s320/pudding1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As an aside, when this recipe came up I thought to myself "self, how are you going to get your husband to eat this when you know his reaction will be.."pudding? ugh!"...maybe you can make the cinnamon kind so he will eat it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Munchkin and I finished the top layer and poured in the custard cups on top of the ganache. She was super excited because in the directions it says that the chocolate layer will be a surprise if it doesn't come to the top. She was so happy that the chocolate layer didn't show and that it would be a surprise for everyone. We covered the cups with plastic wrap and tucked them away in the fridge for later. After about 3 hours I took one out to check it and the top layer was kind of runny. I asked my hubby if he would like to try some and his reaction was "Pudding, ugh!" My mom and I each unwrapped one and decided they needed to go back in the fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday morning guess what my kids had for breakfast. If you guessed split level pudding you would be correct! :) They loved it. I am yet to try it as we were at a birthday party last night and the picture I took of it is the worst one yet for a post. So. I will leave you with pictures of my cute kids eating the split level pudding. Ok, I changed my mind. Here is a horrible picture of the pudding. If it offends please avert your eyes....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389504588527338274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Sstd3lKCgyI/AAAAAAAAD_4/c5eEnOEywu4/s320/pudding3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943127-7844458577596842636?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7844458577596842636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=7844458577596842636&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/7844458577596842636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/7844458577596842636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/twd-split-level-pudding.html' title='{TWD} Split Level Pudding'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/Sstd4J0WuJI/AAAAAAAAEAA/U38Jy5hgWg8/s72-c/pudding2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-5691304887451009486</id><published>2009-10-02T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:39:03.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain in the you know where!</title><content type='html'>The ol backside is still hurting so I thought I really should go to the doctor. I took my whole laundry list of ailments with me to the appointment hoping the Dr wouldn't be too annoyed. This is a new place to me so I asked if they were pretty on time. Of course they said yes. I got there 15 minutes before my appointment so I could fill out all of the required forms and then I waited, and waited, and waited. 15 minutes after my appointment time I was finally asked to go in a face the dreaded scale. Ummm, they didn't let me take my shoes or my sweater off! Oh the horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally was put in a room so I could wait some more. So much for Hippa. The walls were paper thin and I could hear the woman's diagnosis in the next room. Finally an hour after I was supposed to be seen the doctor came in. She was super perky and very nice. I told her I had a laundry list and when I was done she said it wasn't so bad..there are people that come in with much worse lists than mine. She looked at my wrist and said if it swelled up again she would drain it and I have a ganglion cyst. I need to get a brace for Carpal Tunnel because it is not very bad yet. She thought my symptoms sounded like I might be hypoglycemic so she had me get blood drawn and I had to have an X-ray for the tailbone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I left her office I sat and waited awhile longer for the girl doing her homework to take a break so she could take my blood. Then the guy that does X-rays called me in. He took the X-rays and they came out too light so he took them again. They were still too light so they referred me to another place that does X-rays that I couldn't go to today because I had already been away from work for 2 hours and had to get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dr prescribed some medicine and sent me on my way. I guess I will hear back next week sometime and I will go Monday to get another X-ray. Ugh...what a pain. At least the Dr was nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943127-5691304887451009486?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5691304887451009486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=5691304887451009486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/5691304887451009486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/5691304887451009486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/pain-in-you-know-where.html' title='Pain in the you know where!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-3574596752049919222</id><published>2009-10-01T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:09:26.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pilot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hobby-Lobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socks'/><title type='text'>Socks - Here is one for Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/SsTSOremZmI/AAAAAAAAD_w/SSMJdIQmBCc/s1600-h/socks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387662203873027682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/SsTSOremZmI/AAAAAAAAD_w/SSMJdIQmBCc/s320/socks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday I got a text from my hubby that said "Something I was NOT expecting in the mail today was a box from &lt;a href="http://www.hobby-lobby.com/"&gt;Hobby Lobby&lt;/a&gt;. With a pair of socks inside."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is in a football pick thingy with them (I am the girl who picks a team because their jersey is a pretty color) and tied for 18th place a few weeks ago. I wonder if the person he tied with also got these cool socks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told him he has to wear them with shorts and a bucket hat at the airfield when he goes to fly his planes again. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will say they are pretty awesome! Not only do they say Pilot on them they are also nice and squishy, comfy on the inside....I am kind of jealous! I love a good pair of comfy socks. I wonder what the other winners got...maybe he will win again and get another random cool prize. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943127-3574596752049919222?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3574596752049919222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=3574596752049919222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/3574596752049919222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/3574596752049919222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/socks-here-is-one-for-crazy.html' title='Socks - Here is one for Crazy'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJOkag7z2l8/SsTSOremZmI/AAAAAAAAD_w/SSMJdIQmBCc/s72-c/socks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943127.post-700889849067466051</id><published>2009-09-30T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:39:03.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>and by fall I mean I fell....not the lovely season we are experiencing. Imagine, if you will, my sweet little Munchkin begging to get on the bull statue in front of Sante Fe Cattle Co. As her happy go lucky mommy I was glad to oblige. I helped her up onto the bull and turned. Normally this would be uneventful. However, last night I was wearing &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/85gxi"&gt;MUDD clogs&lt;/a&gt; and the bull was surrounded by &lt;a href="http://geology.about.com/library/bl/wallpaper/n_wp_stoneseds_truckeeriver.htm"&gt;oval river rocks&lt;/a&gt;. As I turned my ankle slightly twisted and I lost my balance, I almost caught myself but then realized there was nothing to catch myself on and landed square on my backside. As I sat down I told my hubby I most likely needed to call the chiropractor. If I didn't break my tailbone I certainly bruised it and jerked my back out of whack. I will be going to the doctor tomorrow. So fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fall weather front, I have sat outside for lunch for the last three days. I love fall...but not to fall. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943127-700889849067466051?l=ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/700889849067466051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943127&amp;postID=700889849067466051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/700889849067466051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943127/posts/default/700889849067466051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10746791021663176459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12934956349863653711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>