<?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-17877589</id><updated>2009-11-13T05:36:37.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts That Keep Me Awake (At Least Until I Write Them Down)</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes I lay awake at night attempting to remember all of the mental notes I’ve made to myself, and wishing I hadn’t written them in disappearing ink.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-6760271704330631523</id><published>2009-04-07T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:31:37.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...just because</title><content type='html'>Every time I see one of those trucks on the road that have big letters CFI painted on the side, it makes me wish I could paint the word "care" behind it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17877589-6760271704330631523?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/6760271704330631523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=6760271704330631523&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/6760271704330631523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/6760271704330631523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-because.html' title='...just because'/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-2185382951467154435</id><published>2009-03-27T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:43:29.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggies</title><content type='html'>Why can't dogs entertain themselves?  Well... at least in a way that I &lt;em&gt;approve&lt;/em&gt; of?  Sure they can dig in the trash and chew on something for an entertainment, but I do &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; approve of those things.  Why do they follow me around everywhere I go?  And why are they so darned optimistic?  I can go into the kitchen a hundred times (which I do every day) and they will follow me in there every single time in hopes that I will give them something out of the fridge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17877589-2185382951467154435?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/2185382951467154435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=2185382951467154435&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/2185382951467154435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/2185382951467154435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2009/03/doggies.html' title='Doggies'/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-6783898275850347936</id><published>2008-03-06T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:50:32.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_KFhgD6izg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_KFhgD6izg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope this works, I don't know what I'm doing.  I swiped my son's camera after Mallory used it this past weekend.  She had to interview her grandpa and grandma about WWII for a history project.  So I've uploaded videos to YouTube now, can you believe it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17877589-6783898275850347936?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/6783898275850347936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=6783898275850347936&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/6783898275850347936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/6783898275850347936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2008/03/howdy.html' title='Howdy'/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-4229372264979093444</id><published>2007-09-15T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T15:56:24.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Something I don’t understand about any diet I’ve ever been on:  When they put grapefruit on a diet, a serving is always HALF a grapefruit.  Good grief, how much is it going to hurt me to eat the whole thing?  Is it going to push me over the limit on calories that day?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh and speaking of counting calories, I'm unsure of which day to put the midnight snack on.  Does it count as the day before, therefore it’s in my past and I can forgive myself and forget about it?  Or do I count it as my upcoming day?  Or divide them fifty-fifty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17877589-4229372264979093444?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/4229372264979093444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=4229372264979093444&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/4229372264979093444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/4229372264979093444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2007/09/something-i-dont-understand-about-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-8873295176036248297</id><published>2007-09-10T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:36:28.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear to Cod I won't tell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sent a friend of mine an email once and asked her to keep it confidential.  She wrote back to me that she promised not to tell a sole.  Now I have to wonder... is this a loophole in getting around having to keep a good, juicy secret?  By pretending to swear not to tell, but technically she’s not going to tell a fish.  Or the bottom of a shoe?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17877589-8873295176036248297?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/8873295176036248297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=8873295176036248297&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/8873295176036248297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/8873295176036248297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-swear-to-cod-i-wont-tell.html' title='I swear to Cod I won&apos;t tell.'/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-3896415651866049340</id><published>2007-09-09T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T20:06:45.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, I’m halfway to realizing my dream of becoming an eccentric millionaire. No, I don’t have $500,000.00. I just meant that I’ve got the eccentric part down pat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17877589-3896415651866049340?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/3896415651866049340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=3896415651866049340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/3896415651866049340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/3896415651866049340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2007/09/hey-im-halfway-to-realizing-my-dream-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-6304265480234211924</id><published>2007-09-06T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T21:31:21.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm only trying to help...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wonder if my neighbors appreciate all the trouble I go through to keep my lawn looking so shabby.  I only do this for their benefit.  Just being near mine will always make their yards look great.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, truthfully, it’s not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much trouble, but it’s the thought that counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17877589-6304265480234211924?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/6304265480234211924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=6304265480234211924&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/6304265480234211924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/6304265480234211924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-only-trying-to-help.html' title='I&apos;m only trying to help...'/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-9137187936315986568</id><published>2007-04-18T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T18:01:39.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Behind Door Number 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Ok imagine a bathroom with 5 stalls.  You're comfortably seated in the first stall minding your own "business" when a woman enters the restroom, goes directly into the second stall, and takes a big poo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it happens that I was the person in that first stall. And I thought to myself, "How rude! If&lt;em&gt; I&lt;/em&gt; were her, I would have gone down to the&lt;em&gt; last&lt;/em&gt; stall to do that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the kind of person who likes confirmation that I'm always right, I asked an authority later that evening: "Mallory, If you had to poo at school, and someone was already in the first stall, would you sit RIGHT BY THEM to do that, or go down to a stall as far away as you could?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She answered that she would, indeed choose the stall inches away from the first occupant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;WHY?"&lt;/em&gt; I asked, horrified – in my best "where did I go wrong in raising you?" tone of voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because if someone &lt;em&gt;else&lt;/em&gt; walked in, they wouldn't know which one of us was taking the poo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17877589-9137187936315986568?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/9137187936315986568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=9137187936315986568&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/9137187936315986568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/9137187936315986568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-behind-door-number-2.html' title='What&apos;s Behind Door Number 2'/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-1183000915862716563</id><published>2007-02-16T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:23:53.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uztKWSa1Y_I/RdZxXsARXfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HU-YZX9toC8/s1600-h/dogwash.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032334285396336114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uztKWSa1Y_I/RdZxXsARXfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HU-YZX9toC8/s320/dogwash.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back when I was married, my husband made a rude comment about the scent of my hair. I had just been to the hair salon for my annual haircut. The stylist had used some lovely smelling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aveda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shampoo and conditioner. I loved the aroma, and whipped my hair around and remarked at least 150 times about how wonderful it was, "Doesn't it smell &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;em&gt;SMELL&lt;/em&gt; it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It smells like dog shampoo", was his reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So knowing he didn't like it, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; bought a gallon of each: shampoo &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; conditioner. And made sure to wash my hair with them EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the one year anniversary of our divorce, and it just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me to wonder... Did he mean it smelled like dog shampoo BEFORE, or AFTER it touched wet dog fur?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17877589-1183000915862716563?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/1183000915862716563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=1183000915862716563&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/1183000915862716563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/1183000915862716563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-when-i-was-married-my-then-husband.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uztKWSa1Y_I/RdZxXsARXfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HU-YZX9toC8/s72-c/dogwash.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-3435864493935049244</id><published>2007-02-07T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:23:53.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Tip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uztKWSa1Y_I/RcqX_y4Hn6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xLyO6v9aLJY/s1600-h/airfilter.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028999056157286306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uztKWSa1Y_I/RcqX_y4Hn6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xLyO6v9aLJY/s320/airfilter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought of a great idea for my new camera phone - other than the 32 pictures of the cats that I've already taken. See, I have a really hard time remembering what size home air filter to buy. I always &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; I can remember, until I actually get to the store and get dizzy from all the choices. Some people might suggest that I write it down. Jotting down the numbers on a scrap of paper is good for one-time use only - assuming I head immediately for the store with it stapled to my shirt. Anyway, I only ever think about buying a new air filter on special occasions - like when I'm totally bored and feel like walking down every aisle of the grocery store or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart. So see, that doesn't happen very often. I actually think I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;purty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;durn&lt;/span&gt; smart to come up with this idea. I don't care if someone has already thought of it, I'm still smart, I tell you! Now this would have come in really handy back when I had a husband that was &lt;strike&gt;nagged&lt;/strike&gt; kind enough to run to the store and fetch feminine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hygiene&lt;/span&gt; products for me. Apparently the choices down that aisle are much more overwhelming than the air filter section!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17877589-3435864493935049244?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/3435864493935049244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=3435864493935049244&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/3435864493935049244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/3435864493935049244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2007/02/memory-tip.html' title='Memory Tip'/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uztKWSa1Y_I/RcqX_y4Hn6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xLyO6v9aLJY/s72-c/airfilter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-116649913616037390</id><published>2006-12-23T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T02:23:18.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder How This Ended???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6403/1734/1600/696103/moms%20scans%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6403/1734/320/811131/moms%20scans%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good Lord, Mother! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Put the camera down! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's 1962, there is no "America's Funniest Videos" - come help me before I pull this down on my head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17877589-116649913616037390?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/116649913616037390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=116649913616037390&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/116649913616037390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/116649913616037390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2006/12/wonder-how-this-ended.html' title='Wonder How This Ended???'/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-116649864904078894</id><published>2006-12-20T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T23:50:51.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scanner Mania'/><title type='text'>Don't Fan it MY Way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6403/1734/1600/584502/mcs%20and%20gato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6403/1734/320/927160/mcs%20and%20gato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6403/1734/1600/825020/mcs%20and%20gato.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mom? Do cats...? Whew! Never mind! I found out the answer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17877589-116649864904078894?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/116649864904078894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=116649864904078894&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/116649864904078894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/116649864904078894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2006/12/dont-fan-it-my-way.html' title='Don&apos;t Fan it MY Way...'/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-116650011554288645</id><published>2006-12-18T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T19:48:35.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scanner Mania'/><title type='text'>Scanner Fun Part 2 (OK I'll Stop For Now Before I Get Carried Away)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6403/1734/1600/287939/cousin%20tent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6403/1734/320/906610/cousin%20tent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't want to hear any more of this "boys rule, girls drool BS.  And stop looking at the TV when I'm talking to you!  If you boys want to wake up alive in the morning you &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; let me in that stupid tent!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17877589-116650011554288645?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/116650011554288645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=116650011554288645&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/116650011554288645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/116650011554288645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2006/12/scanner-fun-part-2-ok-ill-stop-for-now.html' title='Scanner Fun Part 2 (OK I&apos;ll Stop For Now Before I Get Carried Away)'/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-116649780773740973</id><published>2006-12-18T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T19:33:39.010-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scanner Mania'/><title type='text'>Fun With The Scanner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6403/1734/1600/92433/rms%20fireplace1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6403/1734/320/700123/rms%20fireplace1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Mom, I love the Ghostbuster tape you bought me, I've watched it 14,000 times. So you're telling me that if I suck up all that gray stuff with this Proton Pack I'll catch Slimer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6403/1734/1600/766974/rms%20fireplace2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6403/1734/320/20438/rms%20fireplace2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yeah right, Mom! I think you're blowing smoke up my @$$ - this will never work without the Ecto Goggles!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17877589-116649780773740973?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/116649780773740973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=116649780773740973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/116649780773740973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/116649780773740973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2006/12/fun-with-scanner.html' title='Fun With The Scanner'/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-116538026663225663</id><published>2006-12-05T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:44:26.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All or Nothin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt; "Remember when you used to have that stretching routine?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "Oh yeah, I was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; faithful and diligent about it! Then suddenly dropped it like I've done everything else my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt; "Well, at least you're consistent."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17877589-116538026663225663?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/116538026663225663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=116538026663225663&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/116538026663225663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/116538026663225663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-all-or-nothin.html' title='It&apos;s All or Nothin&apos;'/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-115317795255553246</id><published>2006-07-17T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:55:27.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BabyGirl Emailed A Picture To Me From Her Cell Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6403/1734/1600/malloryblonde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6403/1734/400/malloryblonde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The good news is, I really like my daughter's new hair color. The bad news is, I am not 100% sure that is her. That does look like the inside of my car, so the best news is that she had her seatbelt on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17877589-115317795255553246?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/115317795255553246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=115317795255553246&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/115317795255553246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/115317795255553246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2006/07/babygirl-emailed-picture-to-me-from.html' title='BabyGirl Emailed A Picture To Me From Her Cell Phone'/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-115297086383494810</id><published>2006-07-15T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:53:02.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My friends and I were all up late one night sharing childbirth horror stories with the youngest woman in our group. Well, heck she was expecting her first baby; I think that is an open invitation to discuss episiotomies and fourteen day labors. But I got what I deserved. I went to bed thinking of epidurals, woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't feel anything from my waist down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17877589-115297086383494810?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/115297086383494810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=115297086383494810&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/115297086383494810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/115297086383494810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-friends-and-i-were-all-up-late-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-115275824648780383</id><published>2006-07-12T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:55:51.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up Ivy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wasn't a very good babysitter as a teenager. Oh, I wasn't terrible, I mean I didn't eat up all the food, or have a boyfriend &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(snort, ha ha!)&lt;/span&gt; over, or spend the whole night on the phone. No, my biggest problem was my inability to stay awake if the kids weren't. One father while driving me home late at night asked me if I had fallen asleep. This was back before hidden cameras were common, so I was pretty sure he couldn't prove it. But something told me I'd better tell the truth and I did. Then he said, “I was just wondering because you have an imprint of the TV Guide on your face”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17877589-115275824648780383?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/115275824648780383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=115275824648780383&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/115275824648780383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/115275824648780383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2006/07/growing-up-ivy.html' title='Growing up Ivy'/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-115258387028267276</id><published>2006-07-10T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:57:10.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard On The Elevator:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6403/1734/1600/eu_map_europe.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6403/1734/200/eu_map_europe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Hey, maybe I'll win the lottery and I can take a trip to Europe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aaacckkk! Why in the &lt;em&gt;world&lt;/em&gt; would anyone want to go to Europe? I'd &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; rather go to &lt;em&gt;Italy&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17877589-115258387028267276?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/115258387028267276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=115258387028267276&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/115258387028267276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/115258387028267276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2006/07/overheard-on-elevator.html' title='Overheard On The Elevator:'/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-115250288482300754</id><published>2006-07-09T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:56:16.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzling Observation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was sitting on the bus, headed to work, busy with my Penny Press Variety puzzle book. I love the laddergrams and the anacrostics, but was busy at the time working on some good old cryptograms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bus arrived downtown, the lady sitting next to me said, "Excuse me...." It was fairly obvious that she was impressed with my great intelligence and was very likely about to ask me how in the &lt;em&gt;world&lt;/em&gt; I could do those puzzles so fast, and &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;pen&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she continued: "I thought you should know that your shirt is inside-out."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17877589-115250288482300754?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/115250288482300754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=115250288482300754&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/115250288482300754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/115250288482300754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2006/07/puzzling-observation.html' title='Puzzling Observation'/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-115195204881788802</id><published>2006-07-03T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:58:11.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First I Was Afraid; I Was Petrified; Kept Thinking I Could Never Live if You Said, "Let Me Drive"....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6403/1734/1600/nervous.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6403/1734/200/nervous.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current on life insurance policy - CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Current on car insurance premiums - CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Passenger side airbag activated - CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Wearing clean underwear - CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'm ready to start teaching my daughter to drive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17877589-115195204881788802?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/115195204881788802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=115195204881788802&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/115195204881788802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/115195204881788802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-i-was-afraid-i-was-petrified.html' title='First I Was Afraid; I Was Petrified; Kept Thinking I Could Never Live if You Said, &quot;Let Me Drive&quot;....'/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-114879781717590001</id><published>2006-05-27T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:58:34.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6403/1734/1600/peter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6403/1734/320/peter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6403/1734/1600/100_0719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6403/1734/320/100_0719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my darling daughter &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://queenratmallory.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mallory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, who is now 15; and to my friend &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://holtieshouse.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, who is a tad older than Mallory.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17877589-114879781717590001?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114879781717590001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=114879781717590001&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/114879781717590001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/114879781717590001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-114757811378123032</id><published>2006-05-13T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T21:00:03.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Has All My Money Gone?  It Ran Away With My Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6403/1734/1600/emptywallet.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6403/1734/320/emptywallet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My billfold has this strange Bermuda Triangle-like phenomenon going on. For example, sometimes I might go to pay for something and then ask myself, "Where's that 10 dollar bill that was in here?" After applying intense interrogation methods to determine the guilty party (I grill each of the usual suspects one by one: my son, my daughter, then the dog) - I try to recall every item I have purchased since the money was last seen. This is no easy task. When I start recalling different events, I keep distracting myself, interrupting myself, and just generally getting so sidetracked in my thoughts that I don't even remember what I was trying to bring to mind. But really, I guess that’s a whole other story…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17877589-114757811378123032?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114757811378123032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=114757811378123032&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/114757811378123032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/114757811378123032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/where-has-all-my-money-gone-it-ran.html' title='Where Has All My Money Gone?  It Ran Away With My Memory'/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-114685452245502273</id><published>2006-05-05T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T21:00:19.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Make Your Son Help Remodel The Bathroom, But You Can't Prevent Him From Mocking Your Attempts To Document The Progress With A Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6403/1734/1600/100_0757.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6403/1734/400/100_0757.jpg" 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/17877589-114685452245502273?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114685452245502273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=114685452245502273&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/114685452245502273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/114685452245502273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-can-make-your-son-help-remodel.html' title='You Can Make Your Son Help Remodel The Bathroom, But You Can&apos;t Prevent Him From Mocking Your Attempts To Document The Progress With A Camera'/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17877589.post-114677634673201036</id><published>2006-05-04T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T21:01:12.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder if other people have a favorite substitute number that they use, like I do, for situations where the real number is not known, or is just not important. Mine is 14. Not necessarily my favorite number in the world (that’s number 8), but it’s my catch-all, works in every situation number. For example, I may say that I tried to call you fourteen times last night. The number can change depending on the degree of the exaggeration, like I may say that the water bill was fourteen hundred dollars this month, or that I have asked the kids to pick up their wet towels fourteen thousand times, or that I've consumed fourteen billion calories today. But in order for it to qualify as a favorite substitute number, the base number has to always stay the same.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17877589-114677634673201036?l=ivyiversmith.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114677634673201036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17877589&amp;postID=114677634673201036&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/114677634673201036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17877589/posts/default/114677634673201036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyiversmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-14.html' title='Hey, 14'/><author><name>Ivy the Goober</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982311097229458478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00826976968585606770'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry></feed>