<?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-3929307147650194477</id><updated>2009-12-14T20:09:19.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Askew To You</title><subtitle type='html'>My sometimes off-center view of the world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>289</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-3437102581621792485</id><published>2009-12-14T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:25:51.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sparkle makeup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Urban Decay Get Baked eye kit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeup look for less'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gleaming makeup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye makeup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadabout media beauty and fashion'/><title type='text'>On My Makeup Wishlist</title><content type='html'>My minivan over-heated today. Damn. I don't know what is wrong, but I filled it with anti-freeze and drove home. I checked later and the level was low again. I'm going to baby it and try to wait until January to get it fixed. Luckily I live close to the grocery store, etc, so I can walk if I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really enjoying my new job at &lt;a href="http://www.gadaboutmedia.com/"&gt;Gadabout Media&lt;/a&gt;. I love the freedom to write about pretty much anything that tickles my fancy like this makeup kit.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SybVWSqsQvI/AAAAAAAACJc/nCttXP9RdpA/s1600-h/Urban+Decay+Baked+Sephora+Special+Michelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415250180904338162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SybVWSqsQvI/AAAAAAAACJc/nCttXP9RdpA/s400/Urban+Decay+Baked+Sephora+Special+Michelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wrote about it after seeing an article in SELF magazine about low cost makeup ideas for gleamingy, sparkly holiday looks. The whole kit, made by Urban Decay, is only $18.  If you'd like to see &lt;a href="http://gadaboutmedia.com/how-to-sparkle-for-less/"&gt;the post, it's here&lt;/a&gt;.  You can use it for way more than just eye makeup. I so want that kit!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929307147650194477-3437102581621792485?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3437102581621792485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=3437102581621792485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/3437102581621792485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/3437102581621792485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-my-makeup-wishlist.html' title='On My Makeup Wishlist'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SybVWSqsQvI/AAAAAAAACJc/nCttXP9RdpA/s72-c/Urban+Decay+Baked+Sephora+Special+Michelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-8920554218779158877</id><published>2009-12-13T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:13:46.729-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patio photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy canes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bah humbug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday decorations'/><title type='text'>Bah Humbug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyXHm6us5hI/AAAAAAAACJU/dWu8zxvvBjc/s1600-h/118.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm feeling extremely bah humbug-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. At this point, I want the holidays to be over. Past. History. I blamed a broken heart on the last two bad holiday seasons, but really I think it's just me. I think I'm anti-holiday and no matter how much I try to get into the spirit, I feel overwhelmed by regular life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something that I do love about the holidays.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyXHmf3tWiI/AAAAAAAACJM/97Yj6oY-Uj0/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414953591187003938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyXHmf3tWiI/AAAAAAAACJM/97Yj6oY-Uj0/s400/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Candy canes do not suck.  Glittery stuff is kind of cool, too. See, I'm trying.  I haven't given up completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyXHmKvI9BI/AAAAAAAACJE/HTzjPjLuT3w/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414953585513919506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyXHmKvI9BI/AAAAAAAACJE/HTzjPjLuT3w/s400/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our Christmas tree. The prettiest ornaments we have - other than those made by the kids - are from the Dollar Tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyXHl3wNqUI/AAAAAAAACI8/kIGOXDSheP4/s1600-h/133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414953580418148674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyXHl3wNqUI/AAAAAAAACI8/kIGOXDSheP4/s400/133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this the other day out on the patio, before the rain started.  Someone should put a coat on that kid. It's chilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyXHlVJo2WI/AAAAAAAACI0/WtUuux9T25g/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414953571129547106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyXHlVJo2WI/AAAAAAAACI0/WtUuux9T25g/s400/074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be in a better mood when I get to the cookie baking. I'll let you know if it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929307147650194477-8920554218779158877?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8920554218779158877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=8920554218779158877' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/8920554218779158877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/8920554218779158877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/bah-humbug.html' title='Bah Humbug'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyXHmf3tWiI/AAAAAAAACJM/97Yj6oY-Uj0/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-3309540172546171615</id><published>2009-12-12T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T19:27:14.396-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls and sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls playing sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chase your bliss photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title type='text'>I Want To Give Basketball A Hug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyRb2e-Y3HI/AAAAAAAACIs/c3qTnuYCS6U/s1600-h/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414553643591982194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyRb2e-Y3HI/AAAAAAAACIs/c3qTnuYCS6U/s400/077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was the first day of the Winter basketball season for CARD. The kids got to watch the CSUC Men's and Women's team practice and do a dunking contest.  Later, the kid's teams met and each played 2 practice games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyRb17Xa2pI/AAAAAAAACIk/0L4Nhs4LFWU/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414553634033293970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyRb17Xa2pI/AAAAAAAACIk/0L4Nhs4LFWU/s400/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah is my youngest and the smallest person in our family. When she's on the basketball court, she looks huge to me. She blocks and runs and waves her arms around. Her little face gets so red and if I were her, I'd probably barf from all the exercise. I am so proud of her and the effort she puts into her game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyRb1uX6DtI/AAAAAAAACIc/G8F85xJcXRE/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414553630545678034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyRb1uX6DtI/AAAAAAAACIc/G8F85xJcXRE/s400/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have a break until the second weekend in January. They practice but no official games until that weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyRb1UkYjrI/AAAAAAAACIU/bcEDBCnRS28/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414553623618686642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyRb1UkYjrI/AAAAAAAACIU/bcEDBCnRS28/s400/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm really going to try to perfect my sports photography. I want to try to convey how exciting the girls are when they play. They put their whole heart into it, they don't care how they look, they don't worry about boys, or mean girls.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A girl's life goes like this - first they feel no limitations, they feel like they are beautiful, smart, strong, capable, then life starts to chip away at their confidence. Someone calls them ugly or fat or in some way makes them feel less or diminished. They deflate a bit. When girls play sports or sing or play an instrument, when they find something that they feel good about, it helps to inflate them again. They grow bigger, stronger, they work harder, they enjoy some success. It's a wonderful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love what basketball does for Sarah. I wish I could give basketball a big hug of gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyRb1JAmipI/AAAAAAAACIM/Tlnt8nWiGgo/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414553620515818130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyRb1JAmipI/AAAAAAAACIM/Tlnt8nWiGgo/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929307147650194477-3309540172546171615?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3309540172546171615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=3309540172546171615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/3309540172546171615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/3309540172546171615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-to-give-basketball-hug.html' title='I Want To Give Basketball A Hug'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyRb2e-Y3HI/AAAAAAAACIs/c3qTnuYCS6U/s72-c/077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-6948324134243042400</id><published>2009-12-10T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:59:24.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noble Fir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macro'/><title type='text'>The Noblest of Fir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyHfTXIPV3I/AAAAAAAACIE/NqIE3U-p2gQ/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyHfTLzZquI/AAAAAAAACH8/PIsf4iwu44k/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413853747754937058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyHfTLzZquI/AAAAAAAACH8/PIsf4iwu44k/s400/084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really to say. Just a photo of some Noble Fir. I was messing around with the Macro Lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929307147650194477-6948324134243042400?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6948324134243042400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=6948324134243042400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/6948324134243042400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/6948324134243042400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/noblest-of-fir.html' title='The Noblest of Fir'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyHfTLzZquI/AAAAAAAACH8/PIsf4iwu44k/s72-c/084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-9037218500746715045</id><published>2009-12-09T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:24:16.010-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patio photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flower photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>I have no idea what to call this one..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyBhgo-QppI/AAAAAAAACHw/-o6ioDx8Vg0/s1600-h/178-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyBhgX8fFYI/AAAAAAAACHo/Hd7BZApSzi0/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413433960910755202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyBhgX8fFYI/AAAAAAAACHo/Hd7BZApSzi0/s400/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling a little funky the last couple of days. I don't think I'm much of a Winter person. My toes are cold. I can't sit on my patio and most of my plants have frozen. I'm a big baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm doing all the things that are supposed to help with the blues - I get lots of exercise, I'm eating right, and I try to get outside. (I cleared out a bunch of frozen plants yesterday - all the Hawaiian Ginger that was taller than I am ). Still, I'm blah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, during my run, my right calf was really holding me back. The muscle felt tight, like a fist. I kept stopping, massaging it, but still it would cramp. Of course, at the end of the run it was warm and flexible and I felt like I could go on forever, but I was out of time. I wish that there was a way to start the run feeling that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of plants have made it through the freeze. Like the petunia below......Okay, I'm out of words and I need to get the dishes done before Leah comes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyBhByZ0JZI/AAAAAAAACHg/7Sze6DbnT18/s1600-h/154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413433435437147538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyBhByZ0JZI/AAAAAAAACHg/7Sze6DbnT18/s400/154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyBhBqs99uI/AAAAAAAACHY/bvJdIv70C2A/s1600-h/153.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyBhBZ6UZKI/AAAAAAAACHQ/ClsXpyKPpXk/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929307147650194477-9037218500746715045?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9037218500746715045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=9037218500746715045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/9037218500746715045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/9037218500746715045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-no-idea-what-to-call-this-one.html' title='I have no idea what to call this one..........'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SyBhgX8fFYI/AAAAAAAACHo/Hd7BZApSzi0/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-7511724490497479236</id><published>2009-12-05T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T20:10:15.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bailey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bailey photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Being Bay's Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Sxstux3qu4I/AAAAAAAACHI/IYjhyecm_TY/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411969658899839874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Sxstux3qu4I/AAAAAAAACHI/IYjhyecm_TY/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just dropped my newly blonde daughter off downtown. She and her friend are going to a concert at the Senator theater.  Very exciting. I gave her a 1:30 curfew, which I thought was generous. She did not. She's only 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is her first day off after almost a week of grounding. Prior to that she was at Robin's place. Prior to the Rob visit, she was grounded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really hoping that she will follow the rules I've given her, because I'm tired of grounding that kid. In 7 and a half months, she's going to be 18. It's time for her to start figuring things out on her own. I can't make the rules for her forever- she needs to learn to rule herself. Not an easy lesson to learn, as I remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929307147650194477-7511724490497479236?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7511724490497479236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=7511724490497479236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/7511724490497479236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/7511724490497479236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-bays-mom.html' title='Being Bay&apos;s Mom'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Sxstux3qu4I/AAAAAAAACHI/IYjhyecm_TY/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-5896590765357549117</id><published>2009-12-03T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:06:41.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='setting goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><title type='text'>My List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxiW6c6Sn3I/AAAAAAAACHA/liI7x6RBEKg/s1600-h/Dandelion+michelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411240883222912882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxiW6c6Sn3I/AAAAAAAACHA/liI7x6RBEKg/s400/Dandelion+michelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every year I set a few goals. Sometimes I reach them, sometimes I don't. There are a few things that I put on my list every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Play something on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;*Learn a foreign language&lt;br /&gt;*Learn to juggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 3rd, well it's the tail end of the 3rd.  This year I'm going to accomplish those goals, at least in some part. Sarah is going to teach me something on my guitar. We are going to start tomorrow.  We are going to start learning some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; - I think I'll get something from the library, like a kid's book.  This weekend, we are going to juggle. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a list and I've got a little over 3 weeks to finish it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I'll start a new list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929307147650194477-5896590765357549117?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5896590765357549117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=5896590765357549117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/5896590765357549117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/5896590765357549117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-list.html' title='My List'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxiW6c6Sn3I/AAAAAAAACHA/liI7x6RBEKg/s72-c/Dandelion+michelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-6297902951615189916</id><published>2009-12-02T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:15:18.629-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Biggest Loser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='following through'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iron Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giving birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='setting goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='really tired'/><title type='text'>Nothing To Do With Apples</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxdzFaqvr9I/AAAAAAAACG4/eTbpUK72okA/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410920014204088274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxdzFaqvr9I/AAAAAAAACG4/eTbpUK72okA/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Sxdx9gP548I/AAAAAAAACGw/_So7DE2jNJY/s1600-h/Just+another+clover+Michelle+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This post is not about apples. I've just been eating a lot of apples lately, I'm really tired, and I couldn't find a photo that fit. So, here are some Granny Smiths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so tired. My body hasn't adjusted to this exercise yet. I'm trying, but regaining fitness a second time is almost as hard as getting there the first time. I vow to never let myself get distracted enough to lose sight of my goals again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching a former Biggest Loser winner on TV last week. He was participating in an Iron Man competition, but he was not in his former Biggest Loser-winning shape (he was a chubby boy). He finished, but missed the cut-off by mere minutes. At one point, he's in the running portion (the running portion is the distance of a marathon) and the sweep-up vehicle goes by. He's warned that he'll have to pick up the pace or be "swept" off the course. He digs in, crosses the finish line, his wife (also a former Biggest Loser contestant) runs over and hugs him, she's crying. He explains how he believes that it is important for everyone to at some point do something that they feel they cannot accomplish, to push the body beyond it's limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could never complete an Iron Man. I could work toward a marathon and I've always wanted to do a Sprint triathlon, but the time it would take to train for something like an Iron Man is insane. I'm a single parent - I'm the only eyes on the case around here. My kids would run wild and be left to live on Cheetos and Diet Coke. Okay, not really, but I do tend to greet each new idea with an instant NO! I can't! I'm working on changing that. My idea is to live bigger, to move beyond my usual barriers. I'm a creative girl, I can figure out how to make it work. (See how I pep talk myself there??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giving birth is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; to an Iron Man in a way. There's this point where you are so exhausted, you are sure that if you could just stop and take a break for a bit that you'd be able to get your second wind, but it doesn't work that way. You labor when you labor, you push when it's time to push, because whether you are ready or not, that baby has got to come out. You are simply pushed beyond your limits by necessity. Maybe when I am feeling tired I should remind myself that I have completed something much harder before, in fact I did it three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929307147650194477-6297902951615189916?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6297902951615189916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=6297902951615189916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/6297902951615189916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/6297902951615189916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-to-do-with-apples.html' title='Nothing To Do With Apples'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxdzFaqvr9I/AAAAAAAACG4/eTbpUK72okA/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-213275831280579664</id><published>2009-12-01T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:55:01.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honkers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clouds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><title type='text'>Sarah's Moon and My Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxXkZxIzyMI/AAAAAAAACGo/YodRZR73CGs/s1600-h/curve_in_road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410481658693667010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxXkZxIzyMI/AAAAAAAACGo/YodRZR73CGs/s400/curve_in_road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am enjoying the late afternoons for my ride. As I headed East on Springfield today, the moon sat at the end of the street. It was big and pink, just hanging around at about 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of my favorite moon, the one I saw when I drove home from the camping trip that brought me Sarah. We were on the way home from Lake Siskiyou, Max and Bailey asleep in the car, just West of Red Bluff and it was low and huge. Really incredible. I've always remembered of as Sarah's Moon, which would be funny if you knew Sarah - I'm always having to tell her to pull her pants up.  (Leah is always saying, "Top o' the crack to ya!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more minutes into my ride tonight and the sky really started to change - pink, purple, salmon-colored. The best thing about a cloudy day - it leads to a dramatic sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my second to last loop, a flock of Honkers flew overhead. I love the sound they make. It reminds me so much of home.  All in all, a perfect ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929307147650194477-213275831280579664?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/213275831280579664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=213275831280579664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/213275831280579664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/213275831280579664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/sarahs-moon-and-my-ride.html' title='Sarah&apos;s Moon and My Ride'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxXkZxIzyMI/AAAAAAAACGo/YodRZR73CGs/s72-c/curve_in_road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-5648189069468537170</id><published>2009-11-30T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:01:43.135-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wildflower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ruby Tuesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Ruby Tuesday and My Bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxSvO0kOS1I/AAAAAAAACGI/ndLmBanbxmg/s1600/First+Day+with+macro+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410141721542413138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxSvO0kOS1I/AAAAAAAACGI/ndLmBanbxmg/s400/First+Day+with+macro+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first &lt;a href="http://www.workofthepoet.com/"&gt;Ruby Tuesday&lt;/a&gt; in awhile. If you want to take part, &lt;a href="http://www.workofthepoet.blogspot.com/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, so good with the exercise, although I almost forgot to ride today. I was in my van at 4:30 and I thought, oh man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got home, I put my shorts on (yes, shorts, it's not cold-cold here yet) and I got to pedaling. I was only 3 miles in and it was too dark, so I headed home. At home, I can do a 3/10 mile loop in the apartment driveway. I had to be really careful, lots of people are coming and going at that time and I was not easy to see. Tomorrow, I'll take an earlier ride. I couldn't not do it on the second day of my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I arrived at the apartment driveway, two men, also on bikes, were coming right at me. We all turned in and dodged a car right off the bat (some people drive too fast here), then veered to the right, toward the West side of the apartments. One man was in front of me, one behind me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one behind me was faster, so he passed on my left, and we veered farther to the right to avoid another car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just a few seconds and nobody said anything, but it was kind vroom, vroom. It reminded me of when I rode in the Wildflower and we finally hit town. Everyone was tearing down the street with the weekend morning traffic - it was exciting, but kind of jarring after riding for so many miles out on the country roads. I remember thinking, I did it, I did it, I'm almost there. I felt great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love riding. I run and it's what makes me feel strong and healthy, but riding is pure joy. (Unless I'm going uphill, then it's work). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Edit** Blogger won't let me format this correctly. Grrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929307147650194477-5648189069468537170?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5648189069468537170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=5648189069468537170' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/5648189069468537170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/5648189069468537170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/ruby-tuesday-and-my-bike.html' title='Ruby Tuesday and My Bike'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxSvO0kOS1I/AAAAAAAACGI/ndLmBanbxmg/s72-c/First+Day+with+macro+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-4443795184247086819</id><published>2009-11-29T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:40:43.957-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='splendicity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weightloss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dieting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fragrance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>On A Diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxM9m9IgJ_I/AAAAAAAACGA/eYBxFY8l7cg/s1600/bike+feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409735316856645618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxM9m9IgJ_I/AAAAAAAACGA/eYBxFY8l7cg/s400/bike+feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night I decided to start a diet. I set a goal of 20 lbs to start. I'm going to accomplish this goal by doing the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eating less (duh)&lt;br /&gt;*Riding my bike every day (weather allowing)&lt;br /&gt;*Getting my running mileage up (Currently 12 miles a week, need to get to 20+)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The running is the most important point on the list. I am running a 10K on the 19th and I'm in no way ready. I figure I'll walk what I can't run. Possibly Bay is running this with me. Which means I will watch the back of her until she disappears from view, then I'll run into her walking about a mile down the road. She's faster, but I can run farther. I'll take my victories wherever I find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the biking in, plus some yoga, but no run yet today. I've been at my computer longer hours lately - either writing or researching - and that means I've got a really stiff back. Have you ever tried to run with a stiff back?  Very awkward. Very uncomfortable. I need more yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got out my bike today, my neighbor said, "Sharp bike." I thought he was teasing me, because so many of the men that I know are smartasses, but apparently he was actually complimenting me. He went on to compliment the color. I've got to get better at accepting compliments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxM9mfvc7xI/AAAAAAAACF4/pDaLQEcpde4/s1600/Bike+belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409735308966948626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxM9mfvc7xI/AAAAAAAACF4/pDaLQEcpde4/s400/Bike+belly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a totally unrelated note.......I smell interesting right now. I wrote a piece about the &lt;a href="http://www.splendicity.com/articles/top-5-fragrances-for-men/"&gt;top 5 men's fragrances&lt;/a&gt; that I've reviewed this year and I'm wearing all 5. My favorite changes, but it would probably be a toss-up between Gucci Pour Homme (no that is not "poor homie" but I read it that way and it never fails to make me laugh) and Kenzo Power which actually smells a bit like sweat. I'm such a hippie, well a hippie who appreciates pricey Japanese men's fragrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, time to feed Max and then get that run in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929307147650194477-4443795184247086819?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4443795184247086819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=4443795184247086819' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/4443795184247086819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/4443795184247086819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-diet.html' title='On A Diet'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxM9m9IgJ_I/AAAAAAAACGA/eYBxFY8l7cg/s72-c/bike+feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-8200778359357379354</id><published>2009-11-27T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T19:14:08.785-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies. turkey cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clouds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas tree'/><title type='text'>Black Friday - Good Day For a Tree Hunt</title><content type='html'>This is what the sky looked this afternoon. The rain was over, but it was wet-ish out, not cold. Really beautiful, in my opinion. I got some work done, let the bulk of the Black Friday-ness pass, then I went in search of a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxCR26tyjRI/AAAAAAAACFI/1XHmzaTNF_s/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408983525132242194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxCR26tyjRI/AAAAAAAACFI/1XHmzaTNF_s/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have &lt;a href="http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html"&gt;a little fake tree&lt;/a&gt; - white, extremely girly with pink, purple, blue, and gold lights. I love it and it fits well in the little living room, but sometimes I miss a real tree. My favorite trees were the Silvertips that my Grandma Artie is famous for. Okay, famous in my mind, anyway. They were wide open, broad-width, with silver-green branches. I will always see Grandma's trees as the perfect example. I'm going to ask my cousin to take a picture of her tree this year... Teri, if you are reading this, would it be possible for you to send me a picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a 6-7 ft tree for $29.99 at Raleys. Yeah, I was shocked at that price myself. It's not a Silvertip, it's a Noble Fir, but that tree is a beast. Huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxCR2ew9kSI/AAAAAAAACFA/a--hNAty96M/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408983517629354274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxCR2ew9kSI/AAAAAAAACFA/a--hNAty96M/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxCR19GLxfI/AAAAAAAACE4/9LX86-mlfe0/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408983508591560178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxCR19GLxfI/AAAAAAAACE4/9LX86-mlfe0/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxCR1hv9k6I/AAAAAAAACEw/6qP5gFirs_M/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408983501250597794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxCR1hv9k6I/AAAAAAAACEw/6qP5gFirs_M/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It took me almost 3 hours to purchase and put up the tree - it required a lot of trimming along the bottom - but Max is pleased. I think I need two more strands of lights. I'll decorate it tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out these cute Turkey cookies that Leah just dropped off. Now I know why she was searching Chico for candy corn. I love that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxCR1ELE4yI/AAAAAAAACEo/XPF2nw-Yk3c/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408983493311259426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxCR1ELE4yI/AAAAAAAACEo/XPF2nw-Yk3c/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929307147650194477-8200778359357379354?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8200778359357379354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=8200778359357379354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/8200778359357379354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/8200778359357379354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-friday-good-day-for-tree-hunt.html' title='Black Friday - Good Day For a Tree Hunt'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SxCR26tyjRI/AAAAAAAACFI/1XHmzaTNF_s/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-3795554690488819194</id><published>2009-11-26T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:30:32.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><title type='text'>Thankgiving Grump</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I have a hard time with holidays. My intention is to be happy and make a festive home, but part of me wants to go back to bed and sleep right through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up all set to get busy, but as the day went on I could feel my celebratory spirit slipping away. I kept cooking, getting organized, taking pictures, talking to Sarah, but I missed my daughter Bailey and I missed the company of other women in the kitchen - Mom, Robin, Grandma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I pulled the garbage bag out of the can, it split and the turkey carcass rolled down my leg, along my foot, onto the floor. I was done. I called Leah - she and KP were due in less than an hour for pie - and asked if we could postpone until tomorrow. I left them pie-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to figure out how to keep from getting grumpy at Christmas. Where is my notebook? I need to get started on a plan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Follow Sarah's cheery example. Sarah has the right attitude about the holidays. It doesn't matter which one. She's always ready to seize the day.......or the Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Sw9T81W-etI/AAAAAAAACEg/x4NHpS-nHkw/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408633982075960018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Sw9T81W-etI/AAAAAAAACEg/x4NHpS-nHkw/s400/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Kitty is trying to look grumpier than me here. Okay, she wins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Sw9T8V7G06I/AAAAAAAACEY/DxmFUjKCUQc/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408633973637567394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Sw9T8V7G06I/AAAAAAAACEY/DxmFUjKCUQc/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929307147650194477-3795554690488819194?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3795554690488819194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=3795554690488819194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/3795554690488819194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/3795554690488819194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankgiving-grump.html' title='Thankgiving Grump'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Sw9T81W-etI/AAAAAAAACEg/x4NHpS-nHkw/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-592502491116951922</id><published>2009-11-10T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:52:34.020-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organize'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flower photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being an adult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balance'/><title type='text'>To Find Balance, Organize</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SvnEX8ZFovI/AAAAAAAACD0/xbl4QtGYNMM/s1600-h/023-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402565143635010290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SvnEX8ZFovI/AAAAAAAACD0/xbl4QtGYNMM/s400/023-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I get the urge to get everything organized. It's not as easy to do this as I get older, the kids get older, and our lives become more challenging. Right now I'm working on going through each room and getting rid of excess STUFF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far we've worked on the larger part of Sarah's room in depth. Her closet will be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; project. I'm doing my room today. Then, my closet. I'll slowly work my way through the various rooms, closets, drawers, etc, until I feel that I've regained control again. When it all flows smoothly, life is more enjoyable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to be very organized. My house was clean. My bills were organized. My menus were planned. I used coupons when I shopped. Everyone was up to date on check-ups, homework, etc. I somehow had a handle on it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've spent the last two and a half years sort of distracted and scrambling. It's impossible to find anything but short glimpses of peace when I live that way. I want more than that. Learning how to balance, family, friends, work, dating, the whole thing - it's an ongoing process. Wish me luck, please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929307147650194477-592502491116951922?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/592502491116951922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=592502491116951922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/592502491116951922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/592502491116951922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-find-balance-organize.html' title='To Find Balance, Organize'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SvnEX8ZFovI/AAAAAAAACD0/xbl4QtGYNMM/s72-c/023-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-4950269032501856833</id><published>2009-11-06T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:22:13.175-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brownies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitty'/><title type='text'>Before the Brownies Were Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SvUbQEdGC2I/AAAAAAAACDs/rg4MdqxxyK0/s1600-h/First+Day+with+macro+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401253290988407650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SvUbQEdGC2I/AAAAAAAACDs/rg4MdqxxyK0/s400/First+Day+with+macro+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SvUbC8xlUvI/AAAAAAAACDk/H4DKeEEXHR0/s1600-h/sad+sarah+michelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SvUaucEeeFI/AAAAAAAACDc/aBSvwL4Jc5Y/s1600-h/sarah+jumps+michelle.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm single again. That's all I'm going to say about that and not because I'm secretive or because I feel that it's none of your business. I'm more open-book-y than that. The reason is simple. I can't talk. Anything I say is misconstrued.  It's exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I guess I had a little more to say about it. I am done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopeful that it will rain this weekend. I want to sleep in a little, then open the window at the head of my bed, and listen to the rain as I read my book. Kitty loves to sit in the window and watch for birds. I can tell when she sees one because her tail goes thunk, thunk against the wall. She thinks she is a hunter, but in reality, she needs me to lift her up to catch mosquitoes when they buzz along the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brownies are done. Time to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929307147650194477-4950269032501856833?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4950269032501856833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=4950269032501856833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/4950269032501856833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/4950269032501856833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/before-brownies-were-done.html' title='Before the Brownies Were Done'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SvUbQEdGC2I/AAAAAAAACDs/rg4MdqxxyK0/s72-c/First+Day+with+macro+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-7833062235628234585</id><published>2009-11-02T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:19:29.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decision making'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a single parent'/><title type='text'>It's Time To Be SuperMom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Su8TsfRDIuI/AAAAAAAACDU/PHB3eHelcvo/s1600-h/bay+fingers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Su8TsfRDIuI/AAAAAAAACDU/PHB3eHelcvo/s400/bay+fingers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399556133268693730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't claim to be good at many things. There is, however, one area in which I am very skilled. When something - a way of life, a job, an event, a relationship, whatever - is not working, I stop and re-evaluate the situation. I look at other possible options, some of these options are not options that most people would consider, but I gave up on having a "normal life" long ago.  I chose a new direction and I get going again. The one aspect of my personality that I am proud of - I'm creative.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to think of anything as a failure and if you find a way to do something that is different or better, then there is no failure. Doing it better is success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get to that point easily, the re-assess point. I'm what my good friend, Jackie, calls a fence sitter in many ways. I hang on and hang on and try to fit the square peg into the round hole until that moment arrives when I realize that it will never fit, because it's not supposed to fit. When I decide it's time to move on, when I get to that a-ha! moment, I feel so at peace. Everything leading up to that moment might be full of freak-outs and stress, but once I recognize that there can be another way, I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I hit that realization, that moment when I threw up my hands and said, nope, not going to work, with one of my kids today. No, I'm not saying she doesn't fit me, that she doesn't work. I'm saying that I've been pushing her to finish something in a way that has not worked for years. Duh, mom. Time to re-evaluate and move in a different direction.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I'm going to look at some options, I'm going to find a way to get it all back on track. I'm feeling a little like SuperMom ...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929307147650194477-7833062235628234585?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7833062235628234585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=7833062235628234585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/7833062235628234585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/7833062235628234585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-time-to-be-supermom.html' title='It&apos;s Time To Be SuperMom'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Su8TsfRDIuI/AAAAAAAACDU/PHB3eHelcvo/s72-c/bay+fingers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-5979108126241737206</id><published>2009-10-29T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:18:35.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='splendicity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty by nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mohawk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blisstree Relationships'/><title type='text'>Max's Mohawk</title><content type='html'>Today is my son Max's 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. In honor of the day and because I thought it would be a good look for Halloween, I gave him a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mohawk&lt;/span&gt;. Do you have any idea how hard it is to hold up a kid and cut his hair at the same time? It's near impossible, but here's how he turned out........&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SunUln5I0PI/AAAAAAAACDM/M1sBvROVHr8/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398079371209134322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SunUln5I0PI/AAAAAAAACDM/M1sBvROVHr8/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His hair had grown so long, because..........well he's Max and Max has a lot of hair, but he was sick for a few weeks and I didn't want to hassle him with a haircut. Here's what we started with.... I already had one side buzzed when I remembered to ask Bay to grab the camera. You can see from the other side that his hair was down to his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SunUlfMr0cI/AAAAAAAACDE/J118BdNHzUw/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398079368875200962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SunUlfMr0cI/AAAAAAAACDE/J118BdNHzUw/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I buzzed it, I couldn't get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mohawk&lt;/span&gt; to stand up, so I had to cut some of the length of it off. If he was someone who walked around, we could use something extra to really stiffen the spike part, but I don't want to make the kid miserable. He spends so much of his time napping. I think after this, I'll leave the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mohawk&lt;/span&gt; for a bit and just let it lay down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope he enjoys showing it off at school today. His school has students of all ages - preschool all the way up to the early 20s. He's probably one of the oldest guys there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is also my last day at &lt;a href="http://www.blisstree.com/topic/relationships/"&gt;Relationships&lt;/a&gt; - I finished Food/Nutrition a few days ago. I'll still be at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Splendicity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.splendicity.com/topic/fragrances/"&gt;Fragrance&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.splendicity.com/prettybynature/"&gt;Pretty By Nature&lt;/a&gt;. I'm starting at a new place very soon.  Relationships was my first blogging job - it was called Dating Dames back then - my first writing job after a few years away from freelancing.  I'm ready for a change, but I'm a little sad about leaving it behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Okay, not my last day at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Blisstree&lt;/span&gt; Relationships because I can't post. Maybe tomorrow?** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929307147650194477-5979108126241737206?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5979108126241737206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=5979108126241737206' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/5979108126241737206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/5979108126241737206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/maxs-mohawk.html' title='Max&apos;s Mohawk'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SunUln5I0PI/AAAAAAAACDM/M1sBvROVHr8/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-7691311110853094115</id><published>2009-10-18T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:52:20.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storm chasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><title type='text'>I Have This Wish For Bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Stv4Evig9sI/AAAAAAAACC8/X3RNJHbI8GQ/s1600-h/049-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394177739070699202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Stv4Evig9sI/AAAAAAAACC8/X3RNJHbI8GQ/s400/049-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a quick update....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max is doing a bit better. He isn't needing breathing treatments as often and he's been fever-free today. He's starting a new week of antibiotics, so hopefully he will be doing well in a few days. We go back to the Dr on Tuesday.  His hair is getting so long. Today, I pulled it back and said, "Look girls! Max has a Revolutionary War ponytail."  Max wasn't amused, but Sarah sure was.  I guess I better give the boy a haircut.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah spent the night with her friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kacee&lt;/span&gt; on Friday. She came home and crashed early on Saturday, but for some reason, she thought she was awake until 4am. I think she must have dreamed that she was awake.  She's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;asleep&lt;/span&gt; right now - wearing a Halloween costume. Bay wore it one year when she was a wizard or a witch. She is so cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bay is feeling sad. She's going to be okay, though. She's a smart kid and while she's had some set-backs, she's figuring things out.  She's very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;resilient&lt;/span&gt; and even when something bad happens, she looks for something to be happy about and she focuses on that. I don't know if she's noticed that about herself, but I have.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had a friend-emergency this weekend. A girl she knows started throwing up and all the girl's friends took off. Bay stayed with her and found her a way home. Anybody that knows Bay very well will recognize this as HUGE. Bay's biggest fear is barf, which has made having Max as a brother challenging, because that kid barfs all the time. I'm proud of her for setting that aside and helping someone out when they needed it.  When it comes to teenagers, it's important to appreciate the little things as well as the big ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have this wish for Bay - I really hope that she can find friends like the friends that I have, people like Jackie and Leah who love me even when I'm not very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lovable&lt;/span&gt;. It's important to find friends who love you despite your flaws. It's not a friend's job to judge - none of us is perfect.  People that can't make allowances for human flaws, you are probably better off without them in the long run.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of those life lessons really suck.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm watching the new season of Storm Chasers on Discovery. Very exciting.  I love to watch a good storm, but chasing tornadoes, I'll stick to watching that on TV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was my boyfriend's birthday.  I wonder if we will ever get to spend a holiday of any sort together?  He's never tasted my birthday cheesecake.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929307147650194477-7691311110853094115?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7691311110853094115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=7691311110853094115' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/7691311110853094115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/7691311110853094115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-this-wish-for-bay.html' title='I Have This Wish For Bay'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Stv4Evig9sI/AAAAAAAACC8/X3RNJHbI8GQ/s72-c/049-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-504193887002499711</id><published>2009-10-08T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:43:02.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Sucked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Ss60Z28WSHI/AAAAAAAACC0/wPHI93ax9Sw/s1600-h/Just+another+clover+Michelle+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390444160347424882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Ss60Z28WSHI/AAAAAAAACC0/wPHI93ax9Sw/s400/Just+another+clover+Michelle+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *This post, for some reason, is refusing to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;formatted&lt;/span&gt; correctly. Please excuse the lack of paragraphs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son has been sick off and on for awhile now. It started close to 2 months ago. I've been feeding him full of vitamins and trying to keep him well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday night he came down with a fever. He seemed to be getting better by Tuesday, but last night he moaned all night. He's always very tough and stoic. I knew that if he was making noise, that he was very uncomfortable. Sarah woke up in the middle of the night and she cried and was shaking. I think it was a combination of fever and nightmare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the morning, Max was no better. I made a Dr's appointment for later in the day, because I had a business meeting planned for the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the meeting I found out that I lost two of my jobs. It's not that I was doing anything wrong - they are just changing the way they are doing those sections. They keep restructuring things, constant change, and while I will be okay without these two sections, money was already pretty tight. I keep trying to look on the bright side. I keep reminding myself that this means I'll have time to work on my book again. I can practice more with my camera. I can find other blogging jobs. I can find other writing jobs. I'm a decent writer. But the truth is this sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bay went to the appointment with me. While there the Dr mentioned possible pneumonia and that Max needed an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We walked down to the hospital and got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;xray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; done. It's pretty tricky to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a young man with scoliosis. He can't sit up by himself , so I have to somehow hold him upright and stay out of the way at the same time, while balancing him on the end of a large umbrella stroller (can't take the wheelchair in my vehicle). He now has abrasions on his back from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; film that was shoved behind him. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;xray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guys were as gentle as possible placing it there, but the boy has no fat and his spine is extremely curved and curled. It's going to be tough to clear this up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Dr called after we got home to say that Max had pneumonia is his left lower lung. The nurse said that she'd called a prescription into the pharmacy. I gave Max a breathing treatment, then went to the pharmacy. They said they got the message, but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were not something that Max's health coverage would pay for. They tried calling the office and the Dr was gone. I freaked out and cried in front of everyone there. Bay, who would normally be horrified by a display like this, put her arm around me. I was very proud of her, but at the same time I apologized over and over to the pharmacy ladies. I made a scene. It was very embarrassing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By this point I was tired (next to no sleep last night) and scared (my son has pneumonia and I was told years ago that was how I will eventually lose him). The pharmacy let me leave with a prescription that is so far not paid for, but if it ends up the coverage will not pay for it, I can go back and cover it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got home, suctioned Max, and had an unpleasant text conversation. I turned my phone off because I had no energy left to deal with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point (almost 9:30 pm), Max is eating, I've got a full days worth of medicine in him. His fever is low and he is not barfing. Bay is spending the night some place that I'm hoping she will finally be able to get some rest. Sarah is feeling crappy, but not barfing. Kitty has not scratched the furniture in a few minutes. The day is finally looking up. Thank goodness that it is almost bed time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow will be a better day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929307147650194477-504193887002499711?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/504193887002499711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=504193887002499711' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/504193887002499711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/504193887002499711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-sucked.html' title='Today Sucked'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Ss60Z28WSHI/AAAAAAAACC0/wPHI93ax9Sw/s72-c/Just+another+clover+Michelle+sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-2236106685637125454</id><published>2009-10-05T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:14:37.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praying mantis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patio photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max'/><title type='text'>Ms or Mr Mantis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SsqmmHp_OzI/AAAAAAAACCs/lKwPG7L7fkI/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389303077922618162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SsqmmHp_OzI/AAAAAAAACCs/lKwPG7L7fkI/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Max and I are sick. Yuck. First, he got it and now me.  So far he's feverish. I haven't hit that point yet. Just the yucky part. I'm taking a lot of Vitamin C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Ssql-mUlwfI/AAAAAAAACCk/8AIidvWd4VQ/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389302398959600114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Ssql-mUlwfI/AAAAAAAACCk/8AIidvWd4VQ/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Ssql954UiDI/AAAAAAAACCU/cWDNDoM71HI/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found the guy above when I was watering. I had the hardest time getting him to look at me. I have a feeling he prefers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nikons&lt;/span&gt; to Canons. Darn. Grabbed the wrong camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Ssql9W9etrI/AAAAAAAACCM/eltBJCXboa4/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389302377656268466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Ssql9W9etrI/AAAAAAAACCM/eltBJCXboa4/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom loves Praying Mantis...... mantises? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mantisi&lt;/span&gt;? She loves the things. I wonder if this is the same one from earlier the Summer. Do they change color, because that one was little and green. This guy (girl?) looks older. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm taking off now. I think I need a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Popsicle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Ssql80HyAsI/AAAAAAAACCE/Zae-YOUOUz0/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389302368304235202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Ssql80HyAsI/AAAAAAAACCE/Zae-YOUOUz0/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929307147650194477-2236106685637125454?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2236106685637125454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=2236106685637125454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/2236106685637125454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/2236106685637125454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/ms-or-mr-mantis.html' title='Ms or Mr Mantis'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SsqmmHp_OzI/AAAAAAAACCs/lKwPG7L7fkI/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-2225483667707076916</id><published>2009-09-30T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:45:37.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jet Travolta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting a special needs child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Travolta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pine cone'/><title type='text'>Special Boys and Their Personal Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SsQGBs-RsJI/AAAAAAAACB8/ALhmQwj8KxA/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387437680563957906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SsQGBs-RsJI/AAAAAAAACB8/ALhmQwj8KxA/s400/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went on a hike/run this morning. When I arrived at the parking lot, there were no other cars there. NONE. It was odd and unsettling and of course my mind went straight to Mountain Lions. Was no one here because there was a sighting?  I looked at the board at the bottom of the North Rim Trail and there was no mention of Mountain Lions. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back has been bothering me so much - I felt every single step on the way up.  I did some short runs up the hill, then ran all but about a tenth of a mile down. On the way down I had to concentrate on not falling, so I was distracted from my back. If I'm diligent about stretching everyday, it's fine, but if I forget and skip a day, I'm sunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been noticing some really sweet pictures of John Travolta and his son on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;. Jet looks like such a sweet boy and his dad looks absolutely smitten. There's something about kids with special needs - they are extra open and welcoming, there is no guard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed how in the photos their heads are always close together?  Max is like that. He wants his head right under my chin. He has no guard.  He does the goofiest things sometimes, like yesterday I took him to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xrays&lt;/span&gt; of his thumbs and wrists (his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;contractures&lt;/span&gt; are causing his thumbs to dislocate) and he kept leaning way to the left, like he thought he could lean himself out of his wheelchair. I'd prop his head back up. He'd lean again. People kept looking at him like, kid, you are going to hurt yourself, but he was focused on the goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he wants to do something (or not do something) then he just does it and he gives no thought to how it looks or sounds.  I wish I could be that free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parenting a special kid can be a real challenge, but it's also a gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929307147650194477-2225483667707076916?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2225483667707076916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=2225483667707076916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/2225483667707076916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/2225483667707076916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/special-boys-and-their-personal-space.html' title='Special Boys and Their Personal Space'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SsQGBs-RsJI/AAAAAAAACB8/ALhmQwj8KxA/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-3922520423705100927</id><published>2009-09-20T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:35:28.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall leaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photographs'/><title type='text'>Spiders and Leaves</title><content type='html'>Some early signs of Fall on my patio.......&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SrcBQqb76_I/AAAAAAAACB0/XFN5XtoUXNU/s1600-h/095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383773265325714418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SrcBQqb76_I/AAAAAAAACB0/XFN5XtoUXNU/s400/095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got my new macro lens on Friday and I started searching out bugs. I got a few spiders, but what I'd really like to find now is that Praying Mantis.  I'd love to get a good shot of him for my mom. She loves those Praying Mantis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was so close. If only the cup was clearer and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spider&lt;/span&gt; was just a little further down. That spider was never motionless, just here, there, here, there. Busy guy (or girl).  I like how the words look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SrcBQPq-BjI/AAAAAAAACBs/9-XwdkL8TIs/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383773258141009458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SrcBQPq-BjI/AAAAAAAACBs/9-XwdkL8TIs/s400/079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is underneath. He came back out today and I shot a bunch looking down at him. He has some interesting coloring and his body is sort of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wrinkly&lt;/span&gt;. Mom pointed out that he looked old.  He did. I wonder how long spiders live? I should look that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SrcBP8D4Q6I/AAAAAAAACBk/XpShUaWF1p4/s1600-h/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383773252876780450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SrcBP8D4Q6I/AAAAAAAACBk/XpShUaWF1p4/s400/071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new lens. Thanks eBay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929307147650194477-3922520423705100927?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3922520423705100927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=3922520423705100927' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/3922520423705100927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/3922520423705100927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/spiders-and-leaves.html' title='Spiders and Leaves'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SrcBQqb76_I/AAAAAAAACB0/XFN5XtoUXNU/s72-c/095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-151090944627282426</id><published>2009-09-15T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:20:11.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Biggest Loser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KenzoUSA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blisstree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eBay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookie Recipe'/><title type='text'>Cookies, Macro Lens, and Win Some Parfum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SrBXiEfE66I/AAAAAAAACBc/nA31KEbrL2U/s1600-h/Mint+Chocolate+Chip+Cookies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381897797538999202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SrBXiEfE66I/AAAAAAAACBc/nA31KEbrL2U/s400/Mint+Chocolate+Chip+Cookies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tummy is full of two of the above cookies. Yum. They are Mint Chocolate Chip and I have the &lt;a href="http://www.blisstree.com/articles/mint-chocolate-chip-cookies/"&gt;recipe here&lt;/a&gt;, if you are interested.  I'm usually more than a 2 cookie girl, but these suckers are rich. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I won my first ever eBay auction. Very soon I'll have a new (to me) Macro lens for my little Canon. Woohoo! I cannot wait to get it. There's a big spider on the porch that I've been trying and trying to shot, but he never comes out very clear.  I'm pretty sure it's going to work well for shooting people, too. Damn, I'm excited! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are a Twitter-er, then add KenzoUSA and tweet the following message and you could win a bottle of the new Kenzo fragrance FlowerbyKenzo Essentielle: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Follow @kenzousa and RT for a chance to win new FlowerbyKenzo Essentielle! Ends 9/21.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it. I've got to get back to &lt;em&gt;The Biggest Loser&lt;/em&gt;. I love that show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929307147650194477-151090944627282426?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/151090944627282426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=151090944627282426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/151090944627282426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/151090944627282426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/cookies-macro-lens-and-win-some-parfum.html' title='Cookies, Macro Lens, and Win Some Parfum!'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SrBXiEfE66I/AAAAAAAACBc/nA31KEbrL2U/s72-c/Mint+Chocolate+Chip+Cookies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-5766121217812375979</id><published>2009-09-13T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T19:21:45.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Torti cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitty'/><title type='text'>A Bit About Kitty</title><content type='html'>See these bushes here? They are the Hawaiian Ginger flowers right outside my bedroom window. This is the spot where &lt;strong&gt;Amelia Kitty &lt;/strong&gt; likes to watch birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, a hummingbird came up to the screen and buzzed her. She turned to look at me as if to say, "The nerve!" &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Sq2jlFbiy2I/AAAAAAAACBU/Gv0ZlUcLd2c/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381136987285801826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Sq2jlFbiy2I/AAAAAAAACBU/Gv0ZlUcLd2c/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Kitty watching intently........ There were little boys playing outside this time.  I think she felt that she had to keep them safe, because when one of them yelled, she was very upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Sq2jkxt181I/AAAAAAAACBM/VKdjA17mBKM/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381136981993845586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Sq2jkxt181I/AAAAAAAACBM/VKdjA17mBKM/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I told Bay that Kitty has no appreciation for me when I act foolish. She's deadly serious at all times. Even when she does something like run down the hall, only to bounce off the wall. (I'm sorry, I'm a good pet parent, but that makes me laugh).  Sometimes I do a little song and dance and she gives me this look..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Sq2jkXoaPcI/AAAAAAAACBE/w5cKpqJ5SvQ/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381136974991736258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Sq2jkXoaPcI/AAAAAAAACBE/w5cKpqJ5SvQ/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had her about 6 months now. We got her from the Humane Society. The kids picked her out with Mom. They brought her home in a pillowcase, opened it up, and out she came - all multi-colored and petite.  Absolutely perfect and beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Torti&lt;/span&gt;, which I know very little about.  She meows a lot. I mean &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt;. It sounds like she's saying, "Mom! Mom!"  Her vet told us that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tortis&lt;/span&gt; are dramatic. That  fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Sq2jj64FcHI/AAAAAAAACA8/23CgEebUKG8/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381136967272853618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Sq2jj64FcHI/AAAAAAAACA8/23CgEebUKG8/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty is a biter although she has calmed down a lot in the 6 months that we've had her. She has some odd quirks, like she scratches against the wall to try to bury her food when she's done.  She shadows me everywhere I go, racing me down the dark hall, so that sometimes I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accidently&lt;/span&gt; step on her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I leave the house, she's usually by the door when I return. I get the impression that she thinks I'm going to disappear.  I think she's independent, but she's getting used to having people. I think she might have been a touch on the feral side before we got her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Sq2jjuDH9XI/AAAAAAAACA0/kEVhSh1oz6o/s1600-h/002-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381136963829495154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Sq2jjuDH9XI/AAAAAAAACA0/kEVhSh1oz6o/s400/002-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's Kitty.  She's a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929307147650194477-5766121217812375979?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5766121217812375979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=5766121217812375979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/5766121217812375979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/5766121217812375979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/bit-about-kitty.html' title='A Bit About Kitty'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/Sq2jlFbiy2I/AAAAAAAACBU/Gv0ZlUcLd2c/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929307147650194477.post-7490457326631277747</id><published>2009-09-12T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:57:02.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching kids about self defense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing Yale college student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volleyball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><title type='text'>Sarah's First Volleyball Game</title><content type='html'>Just when I was getting good at regular posting, I got sick.......Well, I'm better now. This week Sarah had her first volleyball game. She had a great time. Here she is getting ready to serve......&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SqyFzdl0TQI/AAAAAAAACAs/5uuibvLjBmg/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380822773963967746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SqyFzdl0TQI/AAAAAAAACAs/5uuibvLjBmg/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Serving is hard for the kids her size. They have to hit that ball so hard to make it over the net. We are going to practice, but it will have to wait a few days, because tonight she's at a Girl Scout &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;camp out&lt;/span&gt;. The girls are camping at a water park. She did the same trip last year and it sounds like so much fun. When she calls me I hear girls laughing and squealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot about that young bride-to-be who disappeared from Yale. I'm not sure why she's on my mind so much, unfortunately bad things happen all the time. I keep thinking about how tiny she is. She's smaller than Sarah - less than 5 ft tall and only 90 lbs. I keep thinking about how excited she must have been this week, finishing things up before her wedding that was supposed to happen this weekend. Her family, her fiance, they must be sick with worry. I don't think that this thing is going to have a good ending.  It really, really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make sure that my girls know how to defend themselves. Bay has had a couple of things happen. I need to make her understand that when it comes to safety, she does not need to worry about being polite. She needs to make sure whomever is acting aggressive better just back off. I'm going to talk to both girls about this, about self-defense,  tomorrow night. I think it's time for a family meeting. We haven't had one of those in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Greg's 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. Bay has been talking to him today and it's not going so well.  I miss that kid.  After he first left, I really missed the rumble of his voice in the other room.  I hope he finds some way to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a last shot from volleyball. I love the shiny wood floor. It reminds me of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yreka&lt;/span&gt; High School. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SqyFYqwf1NI/AAAAAAAACAk/XwMSMvqxFCY/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380822313641956562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SqyFYqwf1NI/AAAAAAAACAk/XwMSMvqxFCY/s400/009.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/3929307147650194477-7490457326631277747?l=askewtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7490457326631277747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929307147650194477&amp;postID=7490457326631277747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/7490457326631277747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929307147650194477/posts/default/7490457326631277747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askewtoyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/sarahs-first-volleyball-game.html' title='Sarah&apos;s First Volleyball Game'/><author><name>Askew To You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14260528989087039822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15053102330633117342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEgTSqGLUmc/SqyFzdl0TQI/AAAAAAAACAs/5uuibvLjBmg/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>