<?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-16688004</id><updated>2009-10-14T13:38:30.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shalee's Diner</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi.  My name is Shalee and I'll be your server today.  Let me tell you about today's specials:

Take it or leave it.

Either one goes great with our coffee, but I suggest the "take it."  It's that good.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>767</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-6566239553251263729</id><published>2008-08-01T15:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T15:18:22.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm, Hello?</title><summary type='text'>Hey!  What are you still doing here?  Didn't you read my last post and see that I'm in a new home? No?  Well, alrighty then. If you need more coffee, pie and doses of reality, head on over to http://shaleesdiner.com.There's a whole bunch of people already there, but we can always make room for more!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/6566239553251263729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/6566239553251263729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2008/08/ummm-hello.html' title='Ummm, Hello?'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-5001061729966076313</id><published>2008-07-14T06:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T06:45:14.085-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Stuff'/><title type='text'>Wanna See My New Home?</title><summary type='text'>So here we are the week of our big move, and I realize that I have been totally remissed at showing you my new home.WHERE ARE MY MANNERS?! Please forgive my lack of grace and click here to see my new place. Then you'll be able to "oo" and "ah" over it and tell me how to better decorate it because I do not have the golden touch.I wonder if Antique Mommy makes house calls...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/5001061729966076313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/5001061729966076313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2008/07/wanna-see-my-new-home.html' title='Wanna See My New Home?'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-194796249619516194</id><published>2008-07-11T05:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T05:04:08.667-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Say You?'/><title type='text'>The Hard Cell</title><summary type='text'>The Girl, who is fast approaching 12 at lightning speed, has been petitioning us for a cell phone. This request has only come of late, mainly because she herself indicated the reasons that a cell phone would be frivolous at this stage in life less than 6 months ago.She has no need to have one during the day at school.She’s home most of the time and has the house phone for use.When she does go out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/194796249619516194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/194796249619516194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2008/07/hard-cell.html' title='The Hard Cell'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-6026595523996663682</id><published>2008-07-10T18:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:16:31.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayers'/><title type='text'>Dear God, It's Me Again</title><summary type='text'>Yep.  I’m asking for your prayers again.  If it’s not one thing, it’s another… My father-in-awe has been taken back to the hospital for an infection that can only be treated with surgery.  I’m assuming that they need to cut out the infection since the antibiotic isn’t treating it well enough.So…  the prayers are first and foremost that God will lay his healing hand on Ron.  This Sunday will be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/6026595523996663682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/6026595523996663682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-god-its-me-again.html' title='Dear God, It&apos;s Me Again'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-3535268103915643792</id><published>2008-07-10T05:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T05:58:00.533-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Techy Two-Step</title><summary type='text'>Well, you know it had to happen sooner or later.  Work is not work without another technological problem for me to submit to our help desk.  Here's my most recent submission.Doing the old two-step to Brad PaisleyImpaired [Customer -  ShaleeNow I know I can't dance.  Never could, probably never will.  But the way that I'm having to two-step around the internet by getting access to it is wearing me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/3535268103915643792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/3535268103915643792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2008/07/techy-two-step.html' title='Techy Two-Step'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-423850102704909991</id><published>2008-07-08T22:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:00:00.767-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WFMW'/><title type='text'>WFMW – An Oldie, But A Goody</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I think we put too much emphasis on things that are NEW!, ADVANCED!, or THE NEXT BIG THING!Often I find that the same old products that have worked for years are the best things to use.  I hate it when I get caught up in the frenzy of trying something new, only to find that it didn’t work as well.Take 20 Mule Team Borax for instance.  Here is a time-tested product that has worked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/423850102704909991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/423850102704909991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2008/07/wfmw-oldie-but-goody.html' title='WFMW – An Oldie, But A Goody'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-6593413205229117014</id><published>2008-07-08T06:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T07:08:48.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Things I've Packed But Wish I'd Left Out</title><summary type='text'>The camera cord to download picturesPlastic leftover containersHydrogen PeroxideBooze (I don't know what possessed me.)T-shirts (I keep stealing Mr. Right's shirts)Maple syrupWriting paperMixing bowlsDrinking glassesBubble bathCertain spicesBand-aidsBooksAnd I seem to have packed up my sanity in one of the boxes last weekend too!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/6593413205229117014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/6593413205229117014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-ive-packed-but-wish-id-left-out.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Packed But Wish I&apos;d Left Out'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-115497746984859940</id><published>2008-07-04T06:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T06:00:01.451-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks'/><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July!</title><summary type='text'>Today is America's birthday, a day when Americans should celebrate liberty and freedom that was hard earned in 1776.  In declaring our own independence, we were doing more than breaking away from England: we were breaking away from tyranny, from the idea that some men were fit to govern others without their consent and from the chains of dependency and servitude. This first taste of freedom led </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/115497746984859940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/115497746984859940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2007/01/real-life-gladiators.html' title='Happy 4th of July!'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-6565509991220589519</id><published>2008-07-03T06:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T06:34:01.592-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Please sir may I have another?'/><title type='text'>Battle of the Suds</title><summary type='text'>I was out of dishwashing detergent and being the frugal person that I am, I said to the family, “I’m not buying detergent until we move. I’ve got some Dawn in here that we can use.”And then the moaning ensued. Too bad for them. I’m not above using what I’ve got, and I actually like doing dishes by hand. All they had to do was put the dishes away. Slackers.However, God in all his infinite wisdom </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/6565509991220589519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/6565509991220589519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2008/07/battle-of-suds.html' title='Battle of the Suds'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-8804309598795099219</id><published>2008-07-01T22:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:00:00.800-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WFMW'/><title type='text'>WFMW – 5 Ingredients Or Less</title><summary type='text'>This is one of my family’s favorite meals. It sound odd, but Oh. My. Lands! It is delicious, easy and cheap!Strawberry ChickenBoneless, skinless chicken (enough to feed your family)Italian bread crumbsMilk (to make the bread crumbs stick – can use eggs if you prefer)Strawberry Jam (or Seedless Raspberry if you prefer)Preheat oven to 350°.Dip chicken into milk (or eggs), then roll in bread crumbs.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/8804309598795099219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/8804309598795099219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2008/07/wfmw-5-ingredients-or-less.html' title='WFMW – 5 Ingredients Or Less'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-6664337309930882208</id><published>2008-07-01T05:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T06:14:20.167-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratituesday'/><title type='text'>Oxymorons - Gratituesday 12</title><summary type='text'>It's time for a little shout out to the Lord, so you know that it must be Gratituesday, where one can be vocally thankful for something in life.Let me honest:  I love that the kids are away at Grandma's all summer.  It's a joy to us for so many more reasons than sleeping naked again.Mr. Right and I have had opportunities to laugh, cry, play, and work in situations that may not have been possible </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/6664337309930882208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/6664337309930882208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2008/07/oxymorons-gratituesday-12.html' title='Oxymorons - Gratituesday 12'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-7346393566352033865</id><published>2008-06-30T05:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T05:32:01.235-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Huh?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Smack-down Inbetween Wars and Christianity</title><summary type='text'>So Friday around 3 PM, I realized that I would be on my own after work. The kids were at Grandma's and Mr. Right had to work late so I wouldn't see him until around 8ish that night. I wanted to find something to do that had nothing to do with packing because I am tired of packing. In other words, I wanted to get out.Here's the problem with getting out: I couldn't spend any money. Since we're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/7346393566352033865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/7346393566352033865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2008/06/smack-down-inbetween-wars-and.html' title='Smack-down Inbetween Wars and Christianity'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-4302669893481993376</id><published>2008-06-27T05:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T06:24:26.898-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s Just A Suggestion'/><title type='text'>Perspective</title><summary type='text'>One of the things I adore about this beautiful blogging community is the way it allows bloggers to communicate with each other. You leave a comment and, if you've done everything correctly on your part, I can respond to you via the email you have set to your blog name.Can I just take the time to reiterate how you need to pair your email with your comment name? It's so frustrating when I want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/4302669893481993376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/4302669893481993376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2008/06/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-6477037360819952118</id><published>2008-06-26T05:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T06:26:19.399-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>First No Cake, Then No Gas</title><summary type='text'>Though I have completely forgiven Mr. Right for his lack of chocolate cake etiquette, I found that I was having a really rough time forgetting the perfectly good chocolate cake.  (Mr. Right, however, was doing just fine though.  You should have heard him laughing over the post and over the comments!)I even pulled a Fiddledeedee and retrieved the container from the trash can.  However, when as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/6477037360819952118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/6477037360819952118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-no-cake-then-no-gas.html' title='First No Cake, Then No Gas'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-2555312941459679036</id><published>2008-06-25T07:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T07:46:39.932-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Let Him Eat Cake</title><summary type='text'>Last night, I finally had a chance to meet with Jules again.  It's been about 9 months since we've really chatted.  I joked that I could have had a baby since we'd last met. Actually, I don't think it was all that funny, now that I think about it.Anyway, Jules invited her good friend Billie to dine with us because "if Billie finds out that we went to the Cheesecake Factory and she didn't get to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/2555312941459679036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/2555312941459679036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-him-eat-cake.html' title='Let Him Eat Cake'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-4890683902141057658</id><published>2008-06-24T05:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T05:41:08.268-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s Just A Suggestion'/><title type='text'>Spring Reading Thing 2008 Wrap Up</title><summary type='text'>It seems quite fitting that since I posted my books late, I should post the wrap-up post late as well. I’m nothing if not consistent.Which pretty much makes me nothing, so let’s scratch that last thought, shall we?As a recap, here are the books that I chose to read for the SRT 2008.Cold Sassy TreeCitizen GirlThe CompanionChrist the Lord: Out of EgyptAnna's BookBrave New WorldWater For </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/4890683902141057658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/4890683902141057658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2008/06/spring-reading-thing-2008-wrap-up.html' title='Spring Reading Thing 2008 Wrap Up'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-9096397873360592237</id><published>2008-06-23T22:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:23:17.120-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Stuff'/><title type='text'>I'm Trying To Get Smart</title><summary type='text'>Mr. Right and I, thanks to our friendly AMC neighbor, had the opportunity to see Get Smart tonight.  Oh. My. Lands.We were laughing so hard that we couldn't stop at times.  I was trying to keep my laughing to a minimum so that I wouldn't miss the next lines, but dadgum!  I just couldn't do it.  I kept laughing and giggling over past lines which was running into the new lines that were making me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/9096397873360592237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/9096397873360592237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-trying-to-get-smart.html' title='I&apos;m Trying To Get Smart'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-1235915601059178663</id><published>2008-06-23T05:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T07:02:30.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More Than You Really Wanted To Know'/><title type='text'>And So It Goes</title><summary type='text'>Last night I calmed an entire set of hoodlums who were really good kids in disguise, I picked up my Honey Baked Ham from a Baskin Robbins and I invited Bruce Willis over for Christmas, ending the conversation with him with "Don't worry.  My kids won't pepper you with a million questions.  They have no idea who you are because we don't have tv.  I can't speak for the rest of the family though."  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/1235915601059178663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/1235915601059178663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-so-it-goes.html' title='And So It Goes'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-2333647894190714602</id><published>2008-06-18T18:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T15:48:47.974-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayers'/><title type='text'>Before and After 2008</title><summary type='text'>I wrote the bottom portion of this post yesterday before we heard about my father-in-awe.  I thought I had scheduled it to auto-post, but evidently, it's still up on the computer at home.  I guess that when you pack and leave in less than 20 minutes, you're bound and determined to forget a thing or 20.  At least I remembered underwear.I'd like to take a moment to say that you all are a balm to my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/2333647894190714602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/2333647894190714602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2008/06/before-and-after-2008.html' title='Before and After 2008'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-4486311660809018738</id><published>2008-06-18T18:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:42:24.269-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God At Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayers'/><title type='text'>Another Reason For God Not Letting Me Attend She Speaks</title><summary type='text'>I find that I’m wimbly-wambly sometimes.  I want what I want, and it’s usually well after not getting a “Yes” from God that I find out the reasons he said “No.”I thought I knew the soul reason for my not attending She Speaks:  We’re buying a house and the money that would have been used for travel is being used for down payment.But it seems that God has another reason too.We’ve just found out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/4486311660809018738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/4486311660809018738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-reason-for-god-not-letting-me.html' title='Another Reason For God Not Letting Me Attend She Speaks'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-6052996877288252033</id><published>2008-06-18T05:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T05:24:16.070-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Say You?'/><title type='text'>So Many Adventures... If Only In My Mind</title><summary type='text'>I just made a short list of things that I would love to do this summer. See Mt. RushmoreAttend SheSpeaksPurchase all new towelsPay off one student loanHike the RockiesVisit an Amish community and buy lots of homemade breads, veggies and various itemsTake the kids to DisneylandSpend a weekend boating on a lakeBuy a stainless steel trash can (sheeze-louise!  Those things are expensive!)Take Mr. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/6052996877288252033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/6052996877288252033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-many-adventures-if-only-in-my-mind.html' title='So Many Adventures... If Only In My Mind'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-2417468725282997532</id><published>2008-06-17T06:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T07:29:52.395-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m A Work In Progress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God At Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratituesday'/><title type='text'>If At First You Don't Succeed - Gratituesday 11</title><summary type='text'>It's time for a little shout out to the Lord, so you know that it must be Gratituesday, where one can be vocally thankful for something in life. Last week, I had begged for votes because I'm nothing if not shameless. As a result of the An Island Life poll, I was not picked Most Likely To Succeed. However, when the winning blog is named Praying For Parker, I find that I don't mind taking backseat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/2417468725282997532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/2417468725282997532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-at-first-you-dont-succeed.html' title='If At First You Don&apos;t Succeed - Gratituesday 11'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-8154037166216627927</id><published>2008-06-16T06:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T07:09:25.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I Are Tired</title><summary type='text'>I don't know why I've been hit hard with being tired.  It may have had something to do with the 8 hours in the car over the last 44 hours, but who knows.It's official. We're kidless again.  We took the cat back to the kids who are living the high life at Chez Grandma.  The Boy did deign to snuggle with me for quite a while on Saturday morn, and that was a blessing to remember.  However, I think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/8154037166216627927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/8154037166216627927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-are-tired.html' title='I Are Tired'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-3589670989916182008</id><published>2008-06-15T04:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T04:58:00.415-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Mom Test</title><summary type='text'>When I saw this one a few months ago, I knew it would be the perfect Father's Day post.Happy Father's Day to all you wonderful dads out there!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I was out walking with my 4 year old daughter. She picked up something off the ground and started to put it in her mouth. I took the item away from her, and I asked her not to do that."Why?" my daughter asked."Because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/3589670989916182008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/3589670989916182008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2008/06/mom-test.html' title='The Mom Test'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688004.post-4965322495934230899</id><published>2008-06-13T05:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T06:08:02.007-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Anna's Book</title><summary type='text'>Early in the Spring Reading Thing 2008, I read Anna's Book by Barbara Vine, who actually is Ruth Rendell.  (Can anyone tell me why I think the Vine books are so much better than the Rendell books?  I know they’re written by the same authors, but the Vines are so much more descriptive, clever and suspenseful in my opinion.  Weird, I know.) This beautifully crafted, fine distinction in literary </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/4965322495934230899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16688004/posts/default/4965322495934230899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalees.blogspot.com/2008/06/annas-book.html' title='Anna&apos;s Book'/><author><name>Shalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364055849106684154</uri><email>paulandsha@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08751138176640636248'/></author></entry></feed>