<?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-1452032734679606293</id><updated>2010-01-05T03:01:12.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>aspirant scribbler</title><subtitle type='html'>Anything that pops into my head really.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>347</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1452032734679606293.post-531637641944648967</id><published>2009-11-30T17:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:58:16.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trio of Terror &amp; Feline Fire Safety 101</title><content type='html'>Pickles stuch her tail in the candle. Instead of delicious iced snowberries scent I had burnt cat hair. Yum. She sleeps on my pillow so I got to smell her all night. I am thankful her tail is fine minus a few singed hair. I am not thankful my pillow smells like smoking cat. Poor pickles complains about everything when she is happy. A smoldering tail just made her whole week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little something extra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Trio of Terror( or my cats) according to the Lucky Irish Gal Dictionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clio \KLEE-oh\ noun: Large, yellow female cat who thinks the world revolves around her. Will most likely make any person in her immediate vicinty pet her. Adopted Mother of Eris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eris \AIR-es\ noun: Petite, female chartruex mix. Prefers to stay out of sight. Does not allow anyone to touch her without a vocal invitation aka pathetic meow and/or slight nip to tender flesh on the back of the arm. Adopted Daughter of Clio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pickles \my DD says it is PEEK-os\ noun: Blubberous, gray female with loud, opinionated nature. Will protest anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1452032734679606293-531637641944648967?l=aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/531637641944648967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/11/trio-of-terror-feline-fire-safety-101.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/531637641944648967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/531637641944648967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/11/trio-of-terror-feline-fire-safety-101.html' title='The Trio of Terror &amp; Feline Fire Safety 101'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14861481181205537068'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1452032734679606293.post-8029176547654146503</id><published>2009-11-29T18:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T18:43:11.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree trimming and crying kids</title><content type='html'>J and I video chatted while he was at 35,000 feet above the ground. Pretty neat. It finally set in for R that daddy was gone for a while. He told his dad he wanted to be on the plane with him and then dissolved into tears. If he had the power J would have turned the plane around right then. L has been a tiny bear all day. She had cried and whined from sun up to sun down. Over all a fantastic day with two little babies that miss having Daddy home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SxMU4kJU7HI/AAAAAAAABuY/jEEQmOl_DrM/s1600/plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SxMU4kJU7HI/AAAAAAAABuY/jEEQmOl_DrM/s320/plane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409690539410123890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get all the christmas lights put up outside. The tree is up and decorated. Pretty good progress considering the obstacles I had to overcome to get it done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1452032734679606293-8029176547654146503?l=aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/8029176547654146503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/11/tree-trimming-and-crying-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/8029176547654146503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/8029176547654146503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/11/tree-trimming-and-crying-kids.html' title='Tree trimming and crying kids'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14861481181205537068'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SxMU4kJU7HI/AAAAAAAABuY/jEEQmOl_DrM/s72-c/plane.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-1452032734679606293.post-2924699536847487082</id><published>2009-11-28T10:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T10:15:47.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little quality time with the kiddos.</title><content type='html'>My DH is off to DC tomorrow morning and won't return until late Thursday evening. Mom has surgery on Tuesday. She will get to come home sometime Thursday as well. That leaves me and the kids at home together for a little forced bonding. It also means that Mom and J will come home to a slightly less sane me than they left behind. It just figures that the week J is gonna be gone would be the same week Mom has her surgery. We are having an out of funds experience right now so I cannot do much with the kids outside of the house. Well I could but I kind of think paying the mortgage is more important than a trip to McDonald's. Call me crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SxFKp8HPg2I/AAAAAAAABuQ/xIOKVJ-V68w/s1600/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SxFKp8HPg2I/AAAAAAAABuQ/xIOKVJ-V68w/s400/077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409186711820272482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching UP my 4 y/o son made Inigo his very own "cone of shame". Isn't he thoughtful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1452032734679606293-2924699536847487082?l=aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/2924699536847487082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-quality-time-with-kiddos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/2924699536847487082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/2924699536847487082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-quality-time-with-kiddos.html' title='A little quality time with the kiddos.'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14861481181205537068'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SxFKp8HPg2I/AAAAAAAABuQ/xIOKVJ-V68w/s72-c/077.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-1452032734679606293.post-7205677565087790891</id><published>2009-11-23T18:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:50:51.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NBC is killing V</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SwstcN0gHrI/AAAAAAAABuI/FmpSur_3Jhk/s1600/n82843653381_9133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SwstcN0gHrI/AAAAAAAABuI/FmpSur_3Jhk/s320/n82843653381_9133.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;When I heard NBC was going to be doing a reboot of the V miniseries I was thrilled. I loved V as a kid. I had no idea what was happening but it I really liked Marc Singer so it didn't matter. Later when I discovered the Freddy Krueger movies I was able to get over my fear of the monster because he was played by the same actor that played sweet Visitor Willie. I might love the scary stuff now but back then I was petrified of being afraid. Back to the present and I am furious with NBC. So far V has done pretty good as far as keeping me intersted in the plot. I still think it is gonna get the axe. Why? Because NBC is going to show four episodes and then go in hiatus for weeks...and weeks. EVIL! Brand new show that may or may not make it so lets frustrate the viewers into not wanting to even try it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Network television has been making this a really bad habit. stretching out the time between seasons while shrinking the number of episodes in a season. In Europe it is common for a season to have only six episodes and then be gone for an entire year before showing anything new. ACK!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1452032734679606293-7205677565087790891?l=aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/7205677565087790891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/11/nbc-is-killing-v.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/7205677565087790891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/7205677565087790891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/11/nbc-is-killing-v.html' title='NBC is killing V'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14861481181205537068'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SwstcN0gHrI/AAAAAAAABuI/FmpSur_3Jhk/s72-c/n82843653381_9133.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-1452032734679606293.post-3857378690257541145</id><published>2009-08-29T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:40:42.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pampered me</title><content type='html'>Lorelei and I are doing what pampered ladies should. Eating cookies in bed while we wait for the men folk to bring us lunch in the form of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;. Guess I am not dieting right now, huh? J took Rory with him to do some running around while I made Lorelei take a nap. Made is the right word. She says No now if you ask her if she wants to take a nap. She also thinks blowing someone a kiss is doing a raspberry on your palm before wiping it on the victims cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wrist surgery went well. My scar is hardly going to be visible. I learned that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vicodin&lt;/span&gt; makes me very mushy. I get so relaxed that I feel the need to tell my loved ones all the reasons why I love them. Anyone ever heard of this side effect before? So no more bump. Now to work our the stiffness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, September 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, we move into our new house. I have been a packing whirl wind! i am so ready to get in and start unpacking. Wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1452032734679606293-3857378690257541145?l=aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/3857378690257541145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/08/pampered-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/3857378690257541145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/3857378690257541145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/08/pampered-me.html' title='pampered me'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14861481181205537068'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1452032734679606293.post-8220952502913691937</id><published>2009-08-06T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:44:11.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre surgery poking</title><content type='html'>Today was my surgery pre testing exam. It was really just questionnaires, sign this here,check your vitals, lets take blood! You know, all that jazz. Of course this sounds like stuff that should take two and a half hours, right? I love the part where they told me I have to be in the waiting room three hours before my appointment on surgery day. J was shocked and appalled. I hate waiting. J brings that hate up to the level of art. Normally J is quiet. He is silent around people he doesn't know. Today I couldn't shut him up. He picked on me unmercifully. I was trying to register and he was using his knuckles to test my reflexes under the desk. You know the lady taking my information loved having her desk kicked. In the office he tried to answer the health questions before i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: Do you snore?&lt;br /&gt;J: No but she breathes like Darth Vader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: Are you depressed?&lt;br /&gt;J: Well look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ducked and just missed getting hit in the head by the book I had in my hands. The nurse asked if I wanted her to put him in the hall. Tempting...but I let him stay. I am used to his brand of abuse, I mean humor. Silly Freudian slips.&lt;br /&gt;On to the bloodletting! A different nurse was sent in to draw my one tiny tube of blood. I am very pale. You can see my veins which lulls you into the delusion that it will be easy to get to it. However, my veins are deep. I despise when I get uber confident nurse or tech that thinks "Easy peasy" and dives right in. Later, when I have blown veins, half moon shapes nail prints in my palm, and a look that would peel paint, we still have no blood in the tiny tube. She even used a tiny needle today. Thankfully she was smart. When she was unsuccessful on her first try, she found someone who draws blood &lt;em&gt;for a living&lt;/em&gt;. Is she the only one who knows that this kind of person exists? Only took her one stick to strike the red gold. My only complaint, she used a huge needle.&lt;br /&gt;That just goes to show you can be as gentle and delicate as you want but if you do not know what you are doing, you still make a huge mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1452032734679606293-8220952502913691937?l=aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/8220952502913691937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/08/pre-surgery-poking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/8220952502913691937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/8220952502913691937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/08/pre-surgery-poking.html' title='Pre surgery poking'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14861481181205537068'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1452032734679606293.post-6414204691233968586</id><published>2009-07-27T15:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:11:51.232-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l`'/><title type='text'>Slice and dice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am off to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ortho&lt;/span&gt; doc for a consultation on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;. Eight years ago I developed a ganglion cyst on my left carpal bone (wrist). My cyst was the result of a trauma. I flipped my wrist backwards trying to push a wheelchair up hill with a person in it. Wasn't any more painful than rolling your ankle. Just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to look down later and freaked out when I saw the pea size bump on my wrist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the medical portion of this post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A ganglion cyst is a tumor or swelling on top of a joint of covering of a tendon (tissue that connects muscle to bone). It looks like a sac (cyst) of liquid. Inside the cyst is a thick, sticky, clear, colorless jellylike material (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;synovial&lt;/span&gt; fluid). depending on the size, cysts may feel firm or spongy. It can be one cyst or multiple that appear as one cyst but usually share a common stalk within the deeper tissue. This type of cyst is not harmful and accounts for about half of all soft tissue tumors on the hand. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363250397170474210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/Sm4X0gzRnOI/AAAAAAAABuA/hdXTWMeGPAg/s320/ganglion%2520cyst.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had it aspirated (drained with a HUGE freaking needle) when it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;initially&lt;/span&gt; happened. won't be doing that again. It did not help and I hyperventilated. I have decided that I want it removed. Numb me up, cut me open, dig it out. No idea why that bothers me less than the idea of aspirating it. Probably because when it is extracted it cannot come back. Done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The aspirating may or may not solve the problem. Pass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1452032734679606293-6414204691233968586?l=aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/6414204691233968586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/slice-and-dice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/6414204691233968586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/6414204691233968586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/slice-and-dice.html' title='Slice and dice'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14861481181205537068'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/Sm4X0gzRnOI/AAAAAAAABuA/hdXTWMeGPAg/s72-c/ganglion%2520cyst.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-1452032734679606293.post-2921875369778502203</id><published>2009-07-25T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T17:14:45.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not smart to tell mama no</title><content type='html'>The countdown to civilian life is getting closer and closer to zero. I am excited about the pay raise but nervous about the lack of health insurance. We will still have the interim insurance but I never feel safe until the "real" insurance kicks in. Plus the military has taken god care of us medically. We are a tad spoiled when it comes to co pays and prescriptions. I just pray we get awesome insurance with the new company. J is stressing about getting the right job for our family. He is very serious about his hunter/gatherer duties. I am not serious about much of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorelei now tells Inigo whether he is being a good dog or a bad dog. She asks for sponge bob. It is cute to hear her ask for her new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; show. However I am not a fan of the sponge. Rory is a huge Sponge-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ite&lt;/span&gt;. Lately that is the only show I have seen other than Word World. Sesame Street seems to have fallen out of favor. We will have to see if that lasts. I can only handle so much of that laugh before the twitching sends me into a coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rory is being a brave boy. Not a smart boy, but brave. He has begun telling us no. I say he is brave &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; he knows that this is a one way ticket to punishment. His knowledge of this cause and effect is why I question his smarts. I know he has them. I think he just chooses to ignore them. Nothing makes mama's eyes cross like being openly defied by the three yr old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1452032734679606293-2921875369778502203?l=aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/2921875369778502203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-smart-to-tell-mama-no.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/2921875369778502203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/2921875369778502203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-smart-to-tell-mama-no.html' title='not smart to tell mama no'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14861481181205537068'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1452032734679606293.post-7228970098304354678</id><published>2009-07-20T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:46:32.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bull gators!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360753042029131506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SmU4fT69tvI/AAAAAAAABt4/LaeO3gJPxCo/s320/alligator.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just have to share.  The idiocy truly amazed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching Untamed &amp;amp; Uncut on Animal Planet. A young man who was raised on an alligator farm in Arkansas is bitten by an alligator. Shocker right? The narrator introduces us to Jaime. Jaime is one of three brothers in the family business with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; father. Dear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' dad tells us that of his sons Jaime always "got on" the best with the gators. You do not get along with alligators. You avoid being on the menu. Most of the workers at the alligator farm use these long tongs to feed raw chicken to the gators. Not out Jaime. He likes to wow the audience during his shows by hand feeding them. Jaime is already not proving to be a bright bulb. Jaime jumps off the platform, chicken in hand, and runs through the gators feeding them here and there. 20 gators are snapping at his heels and he is laughing like a hyena. He drops a piece of chicken but decides to pick it up. One of the gators had the same idea. Once he saw Jaime's arm though he changed his strategy. Chomp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end out buddy Jaime is fine. Not even a broken bone. He says he learned a very valuable lesson from this. If he drops the chicken he will not pick it up. I think Jaime might have missed the whole point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SmU4cDJ2fvI/AAAAAAAABtw/qtT1rUaLzZk/s1600-h/running-with-the-bulls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360752985988562674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SmU4cDJ2fvI/AAAAAAAABtw/qtT1rUaLzZk/s320/running-with-the-bulls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next story is of fresh out of high school boys who take a trip to Spain to run with the bulls. I would first like to point out my disdain for this "sport" and bull fighting. I think it is barbaric. Time for it to go the way of the dinosaurs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our two college bound boys are running when one of them falls. Mr. Bull takes this moment to explain how much he hates this abuse. Broken bones, lots of blood, and scars for life but College Bound lives. We all know the bull only lived long enough to be killed in the arena. College Bound learned a lesson not taught in school. Never take the bull by the horns. They are sharp and he is bigger than you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1452032734679606293-7228970098304354678?l=aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/7228970098304354678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/bull-gators.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/7228970098304354678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/7228970098304354678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/bull-gators.html' title='Bull gators!'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14861481181205537068'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SmU4fT69tvI/AAAAAAAABt4/LaeO3gJPxCo/s72-c/alligator.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-1452032734679606293.post-5796270797422220524</id><published>2009-07-20T22:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:31:26.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant Karma- it could happen to you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SmU3tZIYZPI/AAAAAAAABto/l8sJofEkp4E/s1600-h/CA3LPUPWCANOVVQWCA1K8199CA3LEI87CA0CLT3ACA5SMJFMCAB4L4BZCAOT68MLCA4K469ACAH356C6CACT7FISCA5MCMM0CAFPYGKICAT0DD0JCA4YVZX7CASD5VKYCATE5CP7CA8OU39TCAUHH1VI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 32px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360752184434124018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SmU3tZIYZPI/AAAAAAAABto/l8sJofEkp4E/s400/CA3LPUPWCANOVVQWCA1K8199CA3LEI87CA0CLT3ACA5SMJFMCAB4L4BZCAOT68MLCA4K469ACAH356C6CACT7FISCA5MCMM0CAFPYGKICAT0DD0JCA4YVZX7CASD5VKYCATE5CP7CA8OU39TCAUHH1VI.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You might think Instant Karma is just a song but it is also our family slogan. I actually did not know it was a song until today. Sad, I know. I like the Beatles but not a fan of the Lennon/Yoko stage. This contributed to my lack of knowledge. I first heard the phrase Instant Karma from Samantha. I also learned to say eat the happy little kitten in Spanish. That one has no real world application for me. We were in our sophomore World History class. We were bantering as we often did. I let go of a zinger and then hurt myself almost immediately. "Instant Karma," Samantha said. &lt;div&gt;Our kiddos hear this a lot. Maybe it makes us bad parents, I dunno. One child aggravates the other then promptly trips. We check for blood/broken bones and then respond to them with instant karma. J and I are the most frequent victims of this phenomena. I think we are just uncoordinated. Since we are almost always picking on each other it makes sense that these accidents are usually preceded by some action or remark that had us just asking for cosmic retribution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also use the game Marco Polo as echo location in our house. We are not a normal family by any stretch of the imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1452032734679606293-5796270797422220524?l=aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/5796270797422220524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/instant-karma-it-could-happen-to-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/5796270797422220524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/5796270797422220524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/instant-karma-it-could-happen-to-you.html' title='Instant Karma- it could happen to you!'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14861481181205537068'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SmU3tZIYZPI/AAAAAAAABto/l8sJofEkp4E/s72-c/CA3LPUPWCANOVVQWCA1K8199CA3LEI87CA0CLT3ACA5SMJFMCAB4L4BZCAOT68MLCA4K469ACAH356C6CACT7FISCA5MCMM0CAFPYGKICAT0DD0JCA4YVZX7CASD5VKYCATE5CP7CA8OU39TCAUHH1VI.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-1452032734679606293.post-381361519864501455</id><published>2009-07-20T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:33:43.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Swede and an Aussie walk into a blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SmULWQ_dnNI/AAAAAAAABtg/KslNA1N-lTk/s1600-h/sweden_rocks_hat-p148731469689316540tdto_525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360703408600620242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SmULWQ_dnNI/AAAAAAAABtg/KslNA1N-lTk/s320/sweden_rocks_hat-p148731469689316540tdto_525.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I googled my blog because I am too lazy to bookmark it on my laptop. Two interesting sites popped up. One was for a town in Sweden. The other was for a town in Australia. It appears my blog is locally popular there. At least this month it is. Could just be a fad. Or some sort of insane misdirection where they really were looking for one thing and wound up on my blog confused. Either way I am just tickled pink that I might have fans! I pretend I don't care but deep down I want you to like me. Iwill admit that I don't know very much about Sweden. That is sad. I might need to do a little research. The pictures and stories I have heard are nice. I would be interested to hear from any one in Sweden or who has been there. What is your favorite place, story, etc about Sweden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to take a minute to talk to Australia. Please do not be offended by decision to never visit your gorgeous continent. I love the accents, animals, &amp;amp; people. Little known fact, when I first learned about the continents Australia was my favorite. It still is. Something about the shape. However it is sort of a family curse that we have horrendous weird luck. Five minutes off the plane and I would be chased by a funnel web spider, bitten by a koala, fall into the ocean, to be devoured by a shark. I love you Australia. Believe me when i say it is not you, it is me. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360703290197638962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SmULPX5_fzI/AAAAAAAABtY/ea5SUJaxu1U/s320/i_love_australia_tshirt-p235218378289035649q6vb_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1452032734679606293-381361519864501455?l=aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/381361519864501455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/swede-and-aussie-walk-into-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/381361519864501455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/381361519864501455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/swede-and-aussie-walk-into-blog.html' title='A Swede and an Aussie walk into a blog...'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14861481181205537068'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SmULWQ_dnNI/AAAAAAAABtg/KslNA1N-lTk/s72-c/sweden_rocks_hat-p148731469689316540tdto_525.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-1452032734679606293.post-3995380523527935825</id><published>2009-07-18T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:39:34.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SmKinQRg6BI/AAAAAAAABtQ/jolcc8hFIck/s1600-h/pho368x157wubbzy%5B1%5D%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360025301791336466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SmKinQRg6BI/AAAAAAAABtQ/jolcc8hFIck/s320/pho368x157wubbzy%5B1%5D%5B3%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lorelei and I are up at 11:30 PM watching "Wow Wow Wubbzy". J, Mom, and I went to see Harry Potter tonight throwing off the kiddos schedule. Usually we do bath, bed, and beyond from 8-8:30PM every night. We didn't get home until 10PM. Lorelei was sacked out in the recliner. She woke up when I laid her in bed. Of course. So happy to see mommy and daddy she was not going back to sleep. She has two more teeth up top. I wonder how long a reprieve we will have before the miserable nights of teething begin anew. I do not remember Rory having a hard time with teething. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rory has been thrown under the bus over potty training. The experts tell you not to push them. They will do it when they are ready. He turns four in November. His Mommy decided he is ready. I have a very elaborate bribery system concocted with my Mother. It involves m&amp;amp;m's and matchbox cars. Rory is like me in that he is too busy for such mundane activities like the potty. I hate to slow down and do the things I know I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to do. Playing is so much more fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1452032734679606293-3995380523527935825?l=aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/3995380523527935825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow-wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/3995380523527935825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/3995380523527935825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow-wow.html' title='Wow Wow'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14861481181205537068'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SmKinQRg6BI/AAAAAAAABtQ/jolcc8hFIck/s72-c/pho368x157wubbzy%5B1%5D%5B3%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-1452032734679606293.post-1258659759346922095</id><published>2009-07-16T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T11:23:25.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy I am not a bed bug.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/Sl9T94AV2bI/AAAAAAAABtI/7KXa8XpWi_Y/s1600-h/p3542051_l_h1_aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/Sl9T94AV2bI/AAAAAAAABtI/7KXa8XpWi_Y/s320/p3542051_l_h1_aa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359094404065122738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching the new TV program "Monsters Inside Me" about parasites. There are more parasites than any other organism on the planet. Freaky huh? Last night I learned why I am so happy I am not a bed bug. The mating of bed bugs is just wrong. The male jumps on the female and spears her through the back with his...um, I think you get the picture. It is called traumatic insemination. Awful stuff there. Another thing I have learned is that if you go to the hospital for an illness but are not satisfied with the diagnosis, speak up! Almost every person on this show was given two wrong diagnosis before they real problem was identified. I felt really sorry for the man with the five bot flies in his head. People thought he was crazy when he told them that he could feel his sores moving. It is a very interesting program but it is making me more paranoid. J is not allowed to watch it. He would seal us in the house after five minutes of viewing. The bed bugs would have had his skin crawling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1452032734679606293-1258659759346922095?l=aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/1258659759346922095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-i-am-not-bed-bug.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/1258659759346922095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/1258659759346922095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-i-am-not-bed-bug.html' title='Happy I am not a bed bug.'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14861481181205537068'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/Sl9T94AV2bI/AAAAAAAABtI/7KXa8XpWi_Y/s72-c/p3542051_l_h1_aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1452032734679606293.post-4969308360805044332</id><published>2009-07-15T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:36:40.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reply to Jenn</title><content type='html'>Q: So what's reason #1284  for not swimming unless it's a pool??  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: It is a tie between Barracuda and the ashes of cremated people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/Sl5LoIwHFvI/AAAAAAAABtA/oAqgIMHHoOw/s1600-h/special_features-burial_at_sea-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/Sl5LoIwHFvI/AAAAAAAABtA/oAqgIMHHoOw/s320/special_features-burial_at_sea-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358803759533594354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.I think burial at sea is a beautiful thing. I wouldn't swim in the graveyard though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. I do not think barracuda are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/Sl5Li_FBkcI/AAAAAAAABs4/eMF-t3Upuio/s1600-h/jts-barracuda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/Sl5Li_FBkcI/AAAAAAAABs4/eMF-t3Upuio/s320/jts-barracuda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358803671037612482" 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/1452032734679606293-4969308360805044332?l=aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/4969308360805044332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/reply-to-jenn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/4969308360805044332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/4969308360805044332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/reply-to-jenn.html' title='Reply to Jenn'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14861481181205537068'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/Sl5LoIwHFvI/AAAAAAAABtA/oAqgIMHHoOw/s72-c/special_features-burial_at_sea-2.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-1452032734679606293.post-3862983931655185252</id><published>2009-07-14T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:59:20.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little bunny foo foo</title><content type='html'>You know the song, right? About Little Bunny Foo Foo hopping through the forest picking up the field mice and bopping them on the head? Inigo was channeling him this morning. He brought me a soggy field mouse from the backyard. I got to be the fairy princess and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bop&lt;/span&gt; him on the head. No way is he bringing his tiny find into my house. &lt;br /&gt;For those of you keeping count that is one bird and one mouse. Inigo-2, Wildlife-0.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1452032734679606293-3862983931655185252?l=aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/3862983931655185252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-bunny-foo-foo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/3862983931655185252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/3862983931655185252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-bunny-foo-foo.html' title='Little bunny foo foo'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14861481181205537068'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1452032734679606293.post-6759284998698076159</id><published>2009-07-12T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T16:19:20.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goofy and toofy</title><content type='html'>Lorelei has had a double ear infection for about two weeks now. The antibiotics are up but the Doc says she still has a bunch of pressure behind the eardrum. We are managing the discomfort with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tylenol&lt;/span&gt;. Seems to be working because this is how I found her after I finished up her big brothers bath last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SlpQfy9euoI/AAAAAAAABso/m_Y3De0N24k/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SlpQfy9euoI/AAAAAAAABso/m_Y3De0N24k/s320/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357683213896432258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diapers make excellent hats. She was in high spirits. Looking at that picture I have a hard time reconciling that little girl with the miserable one in my arms four hours later. Besides the ears and a wonderful cold she picked up we are also teething. I felt her little gums and found 2-3 swollen spots where teeth are trying to erupt. She sobbed for almost 2 hours. Teething tablets and time finally saw us back to bed. We were both exhausted. Not that you could tell by how perky she was today. I am cautious. I know she is as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unpredictable&lt;/span&gt; as the sea.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SlpQwET0hkI/AAAAAAAABsw/VrFvc59G008/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SlpQwET0hkI/AAAAAAAABsw/VrFvc59G008/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357683493431445058" 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/1452032734679606293-6759284998698076159?l=aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/6759284998698076159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/goofy-and-toofy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/6759284998698076159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/6759284998698076159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/goofy-and-toofy.html' title='goofy and toofy'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14861481181205537068'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SlpQfy9euoI/AAAAAAAABso/m_Y3De0N24k/s72-c/019.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-1452032734679606293.post-215226443223974267</id><published>2009-07-09T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:39:58.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Real TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you watch reality television? I do. I watch So You Think You Can Dance. I love Tabitha and Napoleon's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;choreography&lt;/span&gt;. Mia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Michael's&lt;/span&gt; annoys me to pieces. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Interpretive&lt;/span&gt; dancing is not my favorite style. When Mia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;choreographs&lt;/span&gt; I roll my eyes and skip to the next dance. Thank heavens for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DVRs&lt;/span&gt;. Last night J walked into the bedroom while Lorelei and I were watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SYTYCD&lt;/span&gt;. She loves the music and likes to dance along. It was the Mia piece. J is extremely anti reality television. The look on his face told me that he was not impressed with the performance. "I know" I said, "I do not think it looks like dancing either. I mean, I can have a seizure on stage as well as the next person."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SlZjLyJYItI/AAAAAAAABsg/UvAnTooQ2TU/s1600-h/so-you-think-you-can-dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SlZjLyJYItI/AAAAAAAABsg/UvAnTooQ2TU/s400/so-you-think-you-can-dance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356577860894597842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Season 5 Top 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;phillip&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jeanette&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is with the strange stories? I like it when the dancing tells a story but aliens &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;impregnating&lt;/span&gt; people? crash test dummies? I think I will pass. Remember the mother/daughter fox thing Wade Robson did? He is kind of a strange bird. I think working with Britney and the various boy bands caused a mild mental breakdown. The traditional Russian dance was interesting. I don't think it was necessary. No matter what couple pulled that card it was bound to be a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;robson's&lt;/span&gt; crash test dummy jazz routine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SlZh5Y57-hI/AAAAAAAABsY/jVheAc4rdP0/s1600-h/sytycd_crash_test_dummies%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SlZh5Y57-hI/AAAAAAAABsY/jVheAc4rdP0/s320/sytycd_crash_test_dummies%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356576445369678354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Um, that is really my only reality show. Not into Survivor, American Idol, Dancing with the Stars, Bachelor/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ette&lt;/span&gt;, etc.&lt;br /&gt;I like the discovery or animal planet shows where people just happened to be filming at the right time. You know the ones. Silly zoo goer wants to get a close up picture of Ting Ting the Panda. Fast forward to Ting Ting laying the smack down on silly zoo goer. Recently saw some divers on Untamed and Uncut have a great white hop into the shark cage with them. Reason #3569821 why I do not swim unless in a pool.&lt;br /&gt;Medical Mystery, Worst Highway Chases in history, these are the shows that label me as a train wreck watcher. Only on TV. I think it is just wrong to stop your car on the highway to watch someone elses misfortune. Rude, rude, rude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1452032734679606293-215226443223974267?l=aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/215226443223974267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/real-tv.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/215226443223974267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/215226443223974267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/real-tv.html' title='Real TV'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14861481181205537068'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SlZjLyJYItI/AAAAAAAABsg/UvAnTooQ2TU/s72-c/so-you-think-you-can-dance.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-1452032734679606293.post-6996733308095033092</id><published>2009-07-07T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:35:50.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Run away rodents</title><content type='html'>My voles are back. (Kind of like mini moles) I still have Mickey and Minnie living in the wood pile. I don't mind them so much as long as they stay outside. With as many cats as we have it is their funeral should they decide to come in. In this case I still don't see them. I am fine with that. I hope they stay outside. The idea of being ripped apart by a creature 3X the size you are is just not an appealing death. J has a vendetta going with the voles. You see voles eat earth worms (among other things I am sure). We have a very nice lawn that J worked 2 years to attain. The earthworms really like our lawn. We grow very fat, happy voles. If they did not make little holes all over the yard J might not hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side track moment...&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw them I swore it was a snake hole. In Texas holes like that house snakes, not this weird rodent I had never heard of. I didn't know what one looked like up close until Linus (our golden) dumped a dead one in my lap. I was very pregnant at the time with Lorelei. Happy camper was not the best description for me that day. Poor Linus. He really payed the piper for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...back on topic.&lt;br /&gt;Take a walk through my yard. You will see the little dudes sprint through the grass. They are flat and dark so at first I thought it was a giant water roach. I totally prefer rodents over roaches. Our bug guy told us how to get rid of the buggers. Spread citronella granules over the grass. Earthworms eat it. Voles eat citro worms and die. I am not sure how I feel about it yet. They ARE outside. Our yard is not destroyed. Just a few tiny holes. They DO eat the bugs so a purpose is served. Why do I care? I think it is the little noses that do it to me. They twitch to the beat of my heart. Look at the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SlPmnDMPOdI/AAAAAAAABsI/gdWanzqDHd4/s1600-h/vole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SlPmnDMPOdI/AAAAAAAABsI/gdWanzqDHd4/s320/vole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355877940419574226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How can you say that ain't cute? J has a horrible memory. He never reads my blog. I think the voles are safe. Geez, I can't believe I am conspiring with rats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1452032734679606293-6996733308095033092?l=aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/6996733308095033092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/run-away-rodents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/6996733308095033092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/6996733308095033092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/run-away-rodents.html' title='Run away rodents'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14861481181205537068'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SlPmnDMPOdI/AAAAAAAABsI/gdWanzqDHd4/s72-c/vole.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-1452032734679606293.post-8003326317000584517</id><published>2009-07-06T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:35:15.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July Mall Crawl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We started our fourth of July by watching wall-E in the "big bed" together. Good thing we have a king size or all four of us would not fit. We didn't have anything planned. No cook outs or fireworks. After nap time we got bored. Kids and adults piled into the van. J drove around aimlessly until somehow we ended up at the Galleria in Brentwood. I was getting Lorelei out the car when i realized she had blown out her diaper. She has been on antibiotics for a double ear infection. They give her the runs. I had a spare outfit or we would have wasted a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SlJ4wom5-bI/AAAAAAAABsA/Ova6w5y-aMA/s1600-h/045.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/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SlJ4wom5-bI/AAAAAAAABsA/Ova6w5y-aMA/s320/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355475683826596274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know kids grow fast but wow she shot up quick. Brave man to have her up there after the diaper I just changed. In this particular mall is a fantastic pizza place called the California Pizza Kitchen. There are so many choices for pizzas. I was a little overwhelmed. i will let you in on a little secret. I don't like pizza that much. They have more than pizza at CPK (California pizza kitchen not cabbage patch kids). I am trying to bring my cholesterol down so pizza and pastas are not on my list. Neither is much in the way of dairy, sugar, and red meat. I am reduced to granola and cardboard all because of 30 points. (kill me now) Oh well. Now is the time for that healthy living over haul I have been pondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SlJ4W2HwJnI/AAAAAAAABr4/9UhN0amrZw0/s1600-h/046.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/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SlJ4W2HwJnI/AAAAAAAABr4/9UhN0amrZw0/s320/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355475240777426546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She lasted about 45 seconds before the crayons went in the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SlJ4IwsY4RI/AAAAAAAABrw/XUpTJnrBaGY/s1600-h/048.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/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SlJ4IwsY4RI/AAAAAAAABrw/XUpTJnrBaGY/s320/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355474998802309394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pizza and coca-cola. What kid could be happier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back on topic. I ordered a chicken won ton wrap thing. Won tons are bad for the diet but better than pizza dough. They were thin, I promise. The won tons were stuffed with chicken, tomato's, avocado, and bacon. i would have done without the bacon. I tried to scrap it out so J could put it on his pizza. He appreciated that. J's pizza was the epitome of all the things I cannot have right now. It was called the meat cravers deep dish pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SlJ336bOvaI/AAAAAAAABro/rtb5JpqQIQc/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SlJ336bOvaI/AAAAAAAABro/rtb5JpqQIQc/s320/049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355474709356920226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmmm, Kiwi Lemonade. So delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do for the fourth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1452032734679606293-8003326317000584517?l=aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/8003326317000584517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july-mall-crawl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/8003326317000584517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/8003326317000584517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july-mall-crawl.html' title='4th of July Mall Crawl'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14861481181205537068'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SlJ4wom5-bI/AAAAAAAABsA/Ova6w5y-aMA/s72-c/045.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-1452032734679606293.post-8694866162111739845</id><published>2009-06-29T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:37:45.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swiss Sofa</title><content type='html'>There is a war being waged in my house. (Seems like there always is these days.) The main aggressor is under 2 yrs old and has a limited vocabulary. Her current opponent is not even human. It is princess general &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lorelei&lt;/span&gt; vs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inigo&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pugliest&lt;/span&gt; for the rights to my lap. She won the first two rounds because she is louder. Being the most annoying gets you a lot. Ever hear the phrase the squeaky wheel gets the oil?&lt;br /&gt;Inigo is in the proverbial dog house so he should not be getting any momma time anyways. The rotten beast ate a hole in my mother's chaise. Call me crazy but I prefer the furniture not resemble &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;swiss&lt;/span&gt; cheese. While we are on the subject of Inigo's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;indiscretions&lt;/span&gt; I should mention that he brought me a gift he found in the back yard. Buster.&lt;br /&gt; Another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; celeb bites the dust. It is possible that it was one of his siblings. When I look down to spot a dead bird at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; feet I really don't care much beyond how quick I can dispose of it. I don't know if Inigo is responsible for the death. It wasn't in bad shape if you get my drift. Could have been the massive downpour, lack of food, various animals, divine intervention, who knows? I do not plan on dwelling on it after this post. I love animals and nature. Sorry he died. Really sorry he chose my backyard to keel over. In the end Mother Nature is a harsh taskmaster. That is why I try to avoid it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1452032734679606293-8694866162111739845?l=aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/8694866162111739845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/06/swiss-sofa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/8694866162111739845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/8694866162111739845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/06/swiss-sofa.html' title='Swiss Sofa'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14861481181205537068'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1452032734679606293.post-5821589718826178290</id><published>2009-06-24T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:00:36.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buster</title><content type='html'>lots of commotion over here. I tested my hand at wild bird rescue this afternoon. Got the kids up from nap time to this pathetic chirping. 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No idea if they will get him back in the nest. I went out to check on him but his parents let me know I was not welcome. I backed off, happy to no longer feel the need to worry about him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1452032734679606293-5821589718826178290?l=aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2657962a6b1001e7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=41a73e1808f28353&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4a9c862c23405652&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=542d5cdb5af30e9d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5c62cb26610da7c6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dc290c9fa346262b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/5821589718826178290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/06/buster.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/5821589718826178290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/5821589718826178290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/06/buster.html' title='Buster'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14861481181205537068'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1452032734679606293.post-5432629315015895989</id><published>2009-06-24T07:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:16:31.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bed Wetter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SkIm-jYr5qI/AAAAAAAABrg/BxzGJ8Vzmkk/s1600-h/pottydoll1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/SkIm-jYr5qI/AAAAAAAABrg/BxzGJ8Vzmkk/s200/pottydoll1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350882163362096802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to a nice little wet spot in my bed at 7 AM. Lorelei had removed her diaper. She peed on me. She is a sweet girl. Have to change all my linens. We needed a lighter blanket on the bed anyway. I hate washing our sheets and blankets. They are king size. We just bought new front loaders so it should not be such a pain any longer. I have to go sit and figure out my new washer and dryer. They have more buttons than my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been very hot here this week. Unusually so for this area. Our ceiling fan wore out yesterday. we run that poor thin 100% all day, every day. I would wear out too. J replaced it and I am happy to say we now have our fast fan back. J and I are extremely hot natured. we passed that tradition to our children. I think the summers in Alaska would make our family whine that it is too hot. Really we are just a bunch of wimps. I survived in Texas for 15 of my 25 years. It was miserable but I made it. I look back now and wonder how. Seems unfathomable to me. Texas, I love you. 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height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAOF-u9WtopylwZ9XHAqIS4RrBJjpgen3FMgeD5Deow-ZycgQY-MuILFwW77xZQX9YT2pLaq6t0ypWDYvGVskfCMnKWR3NYZ_sv5o4tA-eCFummXQ5YK1JsXT4tSvP7MnafLdfxPlUREhkuN1J96hlg_RGbfFMAZW3hGwySoCRJiNAaK9jaFvLr7Xftl-uvjKwHgVB3zG0szb5gAbUTBgtQgYQUGLyU45sjVCtc174rJN%26sigh%3D88YrRWDRUG6aticA35_T_Ie4zcY%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9421423b69401d13%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DMHt74b578lpzFRgvlANWYRbE2CY&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering that is my Mom holding Lorelei. I was the director. Yes I know I sound like Jeff Foxworthy's long lost relative with that accent. Might have something to do with growing up in Texas. Just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1452032734679606293-8011131963614077465?l=aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/8011131963614077465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/06/games-little-girls-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/8011131963614077465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/8011131963614077465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/06/games-little-girls-play.html' title='Games little girls play'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14861481181205537068'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1452032734679606293.post-4060204044674628103</id><published>2009-06-21T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T01:24:21.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombies</title><content type='html'>I grew up thinking zombie movies were just plain dumb. I was not scared of them at all. I didn't see the horror in them. They were stupidly ridiculous. i wanted nothing to do with them. In 2004 Zach Snyder directed a remake of the classic Romero movie "Dawn of the Dead". I get it now. Zombies are freaky. Totally of topic here but do you think that zombie movies are really all about the fear of being a very small minority? Nah, it is about not getting eaten alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/Sj3MBTmmTdI/AAAAAAAABrQ/kx_4Fh8Er80/s1600-h/dawn_of_the_dead_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/Sj3MBTmmTdI/AAAAAAAABrQ/kx_4Fh8Er80/s200/dawn_of_the_dead_ver2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349656255200120274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn of the dead (2004 remake) trivia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt; The word "zombie" is never used.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For the scene where Ana stitches Kenneth's wounds, the director hired a real nurse for the close-ups. She misunderstood the director's directions to go deeper and inadvertently punctured &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000609/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ving&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rhames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;' skin and stitched the prosthesis to his arm. He didn't say anything until after the scene was done filming and the director thought the blood was merely "a really good effect".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Different colors of blood were used for zombies in different stages of decomposition: red for the recently dead, a browner version for the ones that have been dead for a few weeks; and a blacker, oilier version for the ones that have been dead for a considerable period of time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The two zombies with missing limbs (the jogger missing an arm and the legless zombie in the parking garage) were both played by actual amputees. The same thing was done for one of the first zombies seen in the original &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0077402/"&gt;Dawn of the Dead&lt;/a&gt; (1978).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Shot in chronological order.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most of the zombie makeup was modeled after real and gruesome forensic photos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/Sj3HSXhLJoI/AAAAAAAABq4/nMyXWZ7uJpI/s1600-h/The+Undead-500x312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/Sj3HSXhLJoI/AAAAAAAABq4/nMyXWZ7uJpI/s320/The+Undead-500x312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349651050750748290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Dawn of the dead (2004 remake) quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001631/"&gt;Ana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Why are they coming here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000609/"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Memory, maybe. Instinct. Maybe their coming for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000609/"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Is everyone there dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0123092/"&gt;Steve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Well, dead-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000609/"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Is everyone there dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0123092/"&gt;Steve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah, in the sense that they all sort of, uh... fell down... and then got up... and started eating each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000609/"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: You know how to use that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0916617/"&gt;Michael&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;pointing to the gun barrel&lt;/i&gt;] This is the dangerous end, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000609/"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;Taking the safety off&lt;/i&gt;] Now it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/Sj3H2t64yRI/AAAAAAAABrA/LS79iGAYYyE/s1600-h/dead-rising-dead-rising-lots-and-lots-of-zombies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/Sj3H2t64yRI/AAAAAAAABrA/LS79iGAYYyE/s320/dead-rising-dead-rising-lots-and-lots-of-zombies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349651675239467282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching dawn of the dead J bought the video game dead rising. One person alone with thousands of dead people that want to snack on you. Makes my skin crawl. The best thing about this game is that everything is a weapon. You want to hold of the zombies by beating them with a teddy bear? Be my guest! Personally I loved the lawn mower. There is a sequel coming out in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt; that J is just chomping at the bit to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/Sj3H9DQfc1I/AAAAAAAABrI/GSW_dcGT-w8/s1600-h/left-4-dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/Sj3H9DQfc1I/AAAAAAAABrI/GSW_dcGT-w8/s320/left-4-dead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349651784046441298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I play adventure role playing type games when I actually sit down to play them. J got me into this first person shooter game called Left for dead. It was a co-op so we got to play together. It was really a lot of fun. great way to relieve stress too! My brother in law also had the game so we played online. Now we just have to get my sister in law on so we can have a family game! Left for dead is dropping a sequel in November as well. I am looking forward to spending time with my J zombie hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a funny story. In the game there are things that alert the horde to your presence. One of these things is car alarms. J and I are playing and I realize that i am somehow off on my own. i tiptoe around looking for my partner when all of a sudden the car next to me begins to wail. The horde comes out of nowhere and feast on me. J had set a trap for me! He wanted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unlock&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;achievement&lt;/span&gt; for killing a certain number of horde by setting them on fire. He sat up in his perch with a sniper rifle  and waited for me to get into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt;. Then he set me on fire while I was being eaten. talk about adding insult to injury.  That is the kind of loving relationship we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/Sj3HOzyhCcI/AAAAAAAABqw/AGsUlPoB8o4/s1600-h/Zombies-500x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/Sj3HOzyhCcI/AAAAAAAABqw/AGsUlPoB8o4/s320/Zombies-500x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349650989620201922" 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/1452032734679606293-4060204044674628103?l=aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/4060204044674628103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/06/zombies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/4060204044674628103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/4060204044674628103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/06/zombies.html' title='Zombies'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14861481181205537068'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkNp9RkWQ5c/Sj3MBTmmTdI/AAAAAAAABrQ/kx_4Fh8Er80/s72-c/dawn_of_the_dead_ver2.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-1452032734679606293.post-6605651737760698013</id><published>2009-06-19T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:03:03.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dancing Baby</title><content type='html'>Lorelei like Velcro. She will undo her shoes, your shoes, a random strangers shoes. She does not like to discriminate. Diapers have Velcro of a sort on them you know. Lorelei know too. Any outfit has to either have pants or bloomers to protect her nakedness. She is crawling so pants are a bad idea unless I want the knees worn out. Dresses are not made for crawling as they tend to get in the way. The only bloomers I have match outfits. I just know as soon as I use them I will want to dress her up and not have the matching bloomers. How do we solve this crisis? Panties. I bought a 5 pack of Disney Princess panties to use as diaper covers. $8 for five pairs versus $15 for a single pair of cute bloomers. Much more economical. I got the idea from my aunt T. She was babysitting when Lorelei had a blowout. She couldn't find a pair of bloomers so she grabbed a pair of Rory's underwear. Worked beautifully. If you know a baby that is a diaper remover, tell his/her mom to buy some underwear diaper covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorelei is learning so much new stuff. She toys with the idea of walking on her feet. she is really good at walking on her knees. I don't think I have ever seen a baby knee walk as an alternative to regular walking. of course my child would be different. Her new favorite thing is dancing and clapping. In the van or in the house she bebops to the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorelei is all about showing us where her belly button is now. My kids sit on the floor looking at each other's belly buttons. They are sitting nicely and getting along so I let them bond. It won't last long. They will be back to tormenting one another shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that your belly button is your first scar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inigo brought me a potato last night. We were in bed when I heard him trot in. This isn't unusual since he comes in every night once he is ready for bed. I was caught off guard when I heard a giant thunk. That was the potato hitting the hard wood floor. Guess he is not getting enough starch in his diet. I took the potato away. You never seen a pug look so stricken. He recovered fast. He is a little trooper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1452032734679606293-6605651737760698013?l=aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/6605651737760698013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/06/dancing-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/6605651737760698013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1452032734679606293/posts/default/6605651737760698013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspirantscribbler.blogspot.com/2009/06/dancing-baby.html' title='The Dancing Baby'/><author><name>Lucky Irish Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04453083269505135706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14861481181205537068'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>