tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43304914786458391802009-07-09T15:22:07.350-04:00For the Love of Pete...Who's Pete?
Should I be worried?Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.comBlogger333125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-12171719827667174312009-06-24T10:15:00.005-04:002009-06-24T10:28:59.643-04:00I'm Melting...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Plans for today involve moving as little as possible this morning. Going to the pool in the dead heat of the afternoon. And grocery shopping later, possibly around closing time so we can crawl into a cooler and sleep there. <div>On the grocery list is popsicles, ice cream, fruit, salad and lunch meat. Pretty much anything in a cooler that does not have to be cooked.<br />So guess what happened last night.<br />And guess how long it will be before anyone can even come to look at our problem.</div><div>Go ahead guess, it will be fun. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-1217171982766717431?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-9637970519263716192009-06-23T12:55:00.002-04:002009-06-23T13:12:20.704-04:00Weekly Words Challenge<div style="text-align: center;">This week is brought to you by </div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">the letter </span>C & <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">the word</span> Wood</span></b>.</div><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2FKarenatFortheLove%2Falbumid%2F5350567334846226385%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></div><div><br /></div><div>That's all I got time for today Homebloys. Go follow our leader...</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://pickledbeef.blogspot.com/2009/04/wwc-master-participation-list.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; text-decoration: none;font-size:48px;"><img alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3330/3420674180_79b8da28e0.jpg" border="0" height="105" style="width: 185px; " /></span></span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-963797051926371619?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-37381628694874753272009-06-16T18:51:00.003-04:002009-06-16T20:11:45.675-04:00Weekly Words Challenge<div>The words are brought to you by the lovely <a href="http://pickledbeef.blogspot.com/">Tink</a>. </div><div>This week we were to represent A and Our Favorite Song. </div><div><br /></div><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2FKarenatFortheLove%2Falbumid%2F5348058987749419809%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br /><br /><div>Garth is not one of those artists who doesn't allow you to embed his videos on youtube. He actually has NO videos on youtube. So the best I could do is this concert footage. Apparently he doesn't have the power to keep these from being shared.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PSbwUmunGDk&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PSbwUmunGDk&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://pickledbeef.blogspot.com/2009/04/wwc-master-participation-list.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; text-decoration: none;font-size:48px;"><img alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3330/3420674180_79b8da28e0.jpg" border="0" height="105" style="width: 185px; " /></span></span></a></div><br /><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-3738162869487475327?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-26032323426000256302009-06-13T06:48:00.000-04:002009-06-13T06:48:00.975-04:00Song for TodayTry to see past the bad 70s hair and skinny jeans. This movie was my favorite when I was a tween. Which was well before anyone coined the term tween. I had the album and the book and I used to dream Rex Smith was singing this song to me.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cBP8g9qmtTk&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cBP8g9qmtTk&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogfortheloveofpete.com/2008/01/waiting-for-ups-man.html">Awhile back</a> I decided to buy myself the movie and the book. For a fleeting moment I even thought I'd share them with my oldest daughter as she is about the age I was when I was wallpapering my walls with his Tiger beat posters. Um, yeah, not so much. That 13 year old lies to everyone and dates a 17 year old. We'll be keeping this one on the mommy shelf a bit longer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-2603232342600025630?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-35582999578505112862009-06-10T07:15:00.000-04:002009-06-10T07:15:00.436-04:00Don't Mind the Mess<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I was looking back over previous posts and realized there is so much I have not shared with ya'll. Earth shattering things, like straight As, 5 out of 5 on standardized state tests, kindergarten performances, Mother's day humor, death of a small rodent (don't worry we have 3 more just like him) and more. But I'll get to those another day. I'm going back to where I feel like I left off. The whole story of hubby and last year's birthday parties. I started all the birthday posts then never got back to the original story. Sort of left ya'll hanging...all set up and no punch line. Now of course it's like seeing the much hyped Oscar winning picture many months later. This story will never live up to the set up, consider yourselves warned. But, I feel like I need to finish </span></span><a href="http://www.blogfortheloveofpete.com/2009/03/season-is-upon-us.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">what I started </span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">so I can get things in order over here. Just step over the toys and grab a seat on the couch, just nod and hmmm a lot like you are paying attention.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So here's the thing, we keep the girls from getting to far ahead of themselves by only letting them plan for the next big thing. Right now it's summer, so you may start thinking about school starting. Not until after school starts may you even THINK about your Halloween costume. And don't even make a peep about what you might want for Christmas before you have trick or treated, because Santa can't hear you. So it follows that after they have unwrapped their Christmas presents they start making plans for their birthday parties. After Christmas 2007 we started planning a Spring Break 2008 trip to Texas to visit friends and family. Namely my youngest's BFF from diapers. And lucky for mommy Brooke's birthday always falls right before or after Spring Break. Seeing as we were spending a huge amount of money on our trip I thought we'd just have Brooke's party in Texas with her BFF. They could have a sleep over and go swimming in my sister's pool. Viola! Birthday party done. Of course my family said we couldn't have a "party" for Brooke without having one for Breanna too. Well her birthday is just a month later, so why the hell not? Brooke's BFF has a big sister who happens to be one of Bre's very good friends too. And it's not like we would have the funds to host a big blowout at home in a month anyway. So for Breanna's 9th and Brooke's 5th Birthday we had a sleepover and pool party with two of their very best friends in TEXAS! And my kids were thrilled!<br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Do these children look neglected to you?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/Si6CPYNAZ-I/AAAAAAAACOY/MRA9LG1_d1M/s1600-h/IMG_6138.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/Si6CPYNAZ-I/AAAAAAAACOY/MRA9LG1_d1M/s400/IMG_6138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345353008442009570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Brooke in her new Ariel swim suit at Aunt Vicky's pool.</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/Si6CPD_CO9I/AAAAAAAACOQ/BxjI6aUQpsE/s1600-h/IMG_6137.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/Si6CPD_CO9I/AAAAAAAACOQ/BxjI6aUQpsE/s400/IMG_6137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345353003014699986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Blowing out the candle on the Ariel cupcakes grandma made. Note all the Little Mermaid decorations for her portion of the celebration.</span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/Si6COpzl5YI/AAAAAAAACOI/J0FystAF4xQ/s1600-h/IMG_6136.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/Si6COpzl5YI/AAAAAAAACOI/J0FystAF4xQ/s400/IMG_6136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345352995987383682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">All the girls trying to convince us they should go in the hot tub again despite the sprinkling rain.</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/Si6COY3eE7I/AAAAAAAACOA/EWJJY7cNFOc/s1600-h/IMG_6127.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/Si6COY3eE7I/AAAAAAAACOA/EWJJY7cNFOc/s400/IMG_6127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345352991440245682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Brooke and her BFF in their matching Ariel jammies.</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/Si6COH8lkBI/AAAAAAAACN4/vFQfr0JyfHM/s1600-h/IMG_6126.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/Si6COH8lkBI/AAAAAAAACN4/vFQfr0JyfHM/s400/IMG_6126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345352986898305042" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Bre with her ipod and her favorite cherry cheesecake grandma bought. Note the camo plates for "her party".</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Okay, so now you know how we celebrated their birthday's in 2008. Sounds and looks fun, right? Well as we were going through the list of birthday parties past trying to come up with new ideas hubby continued to question, "What kind of party did you have last year?" "Oh yeah we didn't do parties last year". I kid you not this happened every time we talked of their parties this year. I finally had to tell him to shut the hell up already! If you ask the girls about their birthday parties from that year they'd tell you we went to Texas and had a party at Aunt Vicky's house with M and M. Why did he keep having to act like we had completely forgotten their birthdays? Just because he didn't make any decorations or bake their cakes the party apparently didn't count. What?! Is he three? Yes, sometimes he obviously is. I guess because it was my family that did all the planning and he really had nothing to do with all the girly sleep over stuff he was pouty. See the girls in question happen to be the daughters of my good friend, so she came and drank wine with me and spent the night too. Damn, while writing this I think I'm getting to the real source of his pettiness. Thanks blog, you are way cheaper than a therapist. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Yeah, well that was the story. It all boils down to my hubby pissing me off with his refusal to acknowledge that my family and friends did indeed throw my girls a very fun and unique birthday party in 2008 without his help. Dear gracious, maybe we do need therapy.<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Okay, now that I got all that out of my system maybe I can get back to blogging as usual.</span></span></div><div><blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"If you don't put a finish on it," he says, "it just hangs in your head and clutters up your closets." </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I feel the same way about cluttered closets. Except I never thought about the ones in my head. I suppose they must be a mess.</span></span></div><div></div></blockquote></div></div></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Triple bonus points if anyone even has a clue where that quote is from.<br />Oh and</span></span><a href="http://www.blogfortheloveofpete.com/2009/03/just-doin-my-part.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> way back I qu</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">oted</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> "</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This face? Right here. My over the moon face.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">" which</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> no one guessed. I was sure <a href="http://jugglinglife.typepad.com/">Jenn</a> would get it as we both love the show. It was from Veronica Mars. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Two closets cleaned. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-3558299957850511286?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-90326738366968981382009-06-09T10:27:00.007-04:002009-06-09T20:02:21.204-04:00Weekly Words ChallengeWell thank Pete and <a href="http://pickledbeef.blogspot.com/">Tink</a> for hosting the WWC or I might not even remember I have a blog, let alone post here. I keep plodding along knowing someday I will sit down and actually write down all the earth shattering posts that are cluttering up my brain. Okay well maybe I'll at least get back into the habit of telling you funny drunk stories of my college days and the humorous antics of my family. For today I give you photos. Yes, again!<br /><br />This weeks words are Lean and 3.<div><br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2FKarenatFortheLove%2Falbumid%2F5345334232343291937%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br /><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><a href="http://www.blogfortheloveofpete.com/2009/04/weekly-words-challenge.html">*Clicky here for a comparison shot of the garden two months ago.</a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; text-decoration: none;font-size:48px;"><a href="http://pickledbeef.blogspot.com/2009/04/wwc-master-participation-list.html"><img alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3330/3420674180_79b8da28e0.jpg" border="0" height="105" style="width: 185px; " /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:48px;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-9032673836696898138?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-59626959458009069832009-06-02T09:04:00.001-04:002009-06-02T09:07:07.328-04:00Challenge SmallengeSorry, but I've got a case of puppy love that cannot be cured. No Weekly Word Challenge because I was too busy taking photos of the object of my affection. <br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2FKarenatFortheLove%2Falbumid%2F5342516393611045393%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-5962695945800906983?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-52613609406984409552009-05-30T07:16:00.000-04:002009-05-30T07:16:00.440-04:00Thought for Today<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 13.0px Comic Sans MS">~~~~~</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 13.0px Comic Sans MS"><b>Rules For Puppies</b></p> <ul style="list-style-type: disc"> <li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Comic Sans MS">The garbage collector is NOT stealing our stuff.</li> <li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Comic Sans MS">I do not need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm lying under the coffee table.</li> <li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Comic Sans MS">I must shake the rainwater out of my fur BEFORE entering the house.</li> <li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Comic Sans MS">I will not eat the cats' food, before or after they eat it.</li> <li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Comic Sans MS">I will stop trying to find the few remaining pieces of clean carpet in the house when I am about to throw up.</li> <li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Comic Sans MS">I will not roll on dead birds, fish, rodents, etc.</li> <li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Comic Sans MS">"Kitty box crunchies" are not food.</li> <li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Comic Sans MS">And should I forget, I will not lick my human's face after eating "Kitty box crunchies".</li> <li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Comic Sans MS">The diaper pail is not a cookie jar.</li> <li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Comic Sans MS">I will not wake Mommy up by sticking my cold, wet nose against her bottom end.</li> <li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Comic Sans MS">I will not chew my human's toothbrush and not tell them.</li> <li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Comic Sans MS">I will not chew crayons or pens, especially not the red ones, or my people will think I am hemorrhaging.</li> <li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Comic Sans MS">When in the car, I will not insist on having the window rolled down when it's raining outside.</li> <li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Comic Sans MS">We do not have a doorbell. I will not bark each time I hear one on TV.</li> <li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Comic Sans MS">I will not steal my Mom's underwear and dance all over the back yard with it.</li> <li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Comic Sans MS">The sofa is not a face towel. Neither are Mom & Dad's laps.</li> <li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Comic Sans MS">My head does not belong in the refrigerator.</li> <li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Comic Sans MS">I will not bite the officer's hand when he reaches in for Mom's driver's license and car registration.</li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-5261360940698440955?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-58200192977995107262009-05-27T21:11:00.004-04:002009-05-27T21:18:42.911-04:00It's My Party and I'll Cry If I Want ToYeah, yeah. Tomorrow I am officially having my last birthday. I will be 39 forevah! And you know what I get to do on my birthday? Get my driver's license renewed. In person . At the DMV. I KNOW! My hubby has the world's oldest license (rat bastard), like before the photos were digital (possibly before there were photos, I'm pretty sure it just has an artist's rendering), and his doesn't expire until 2013. I renewed mine online 6 years ago and I have to go stand in line on my birthday. Yes, I could've done it earlier this month, but then what would I have to bitch about? And you know what I have to do before I get my new license? Work. <div>Pity party of one, my table is obviously ready.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-5820019297799510726?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-59600383354982542182009-05-23T07:04:00.000-04:002009-05-23T07:04:00.174-04:00Thought for Today<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Comic Sans MS"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; ">The American Kennel Club has decided to recognize these new breeds of dogs that are the result of cross breeding:</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Comic Sans MS"> <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Collie + Lhaso Apso</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">: Collapso, a dog that folds up for easy transport.<br /></span> <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Spitz + Chow Chow</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">: Spitz-Chow, a dog that throws up alot.<br /></span> <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Bloodhound + Borzo</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">i: Bloody Bore, a dog that's not much fun.<br /></span> <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Pointer + Setter</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">: Poinsetter, a traditional Christmas pet.<br /></span> <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Kerry Blue Terrier + Skye Terrier</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">: Blue Skye, a dog for visionaries.<br /></span> <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Pekingese + Lhaso Apso</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">: Peekasso, an abstract dog.<br /></span> <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Labrador Retriever + Curly Coated Retriever</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">: Lab Coat Retriever, the choice of research scientists.<br /></span> <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Newfoundland + Basset Hound</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">: Newfound Asset Hound, a dog for financial advisers.<br /></span> <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Terrier + Bulldog</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">: Terribull, a dog that makes awful mistakes.<br /></span> <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Bloodhound + Labrador</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">: Blabrador, a dog that barks incessantly.<br /></span> <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Malamute + Pointer</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">: Moot Point, owned by...oh, well, it doesn't matter anyway.<br /></span> <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Collie + Malamute</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">: Commute, a dog that travels to work.<br /></span> <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Deerhound + Terrier</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">: Derriere, a dog that's true to the end.<br /></span> <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Poodle + Min Pin:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> PooPin, a dog for constipated people.</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Comic Sans MS"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Comic Sans MS"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Originally </span><a href="http://www.butlerwebs.com/jokes/animals-dogs.htm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">found here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-5960038335498254218?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-41788748038252276002009-05-22T10:26:00.002-04:002009-05-22T10:29:27.412-04:00Is It Just Me?As if I didn't love him enough on Top Chef, now he's doing a Diet Coke commercial?! Does anyone else find him attractive? Just me? Okay, we'll here's the ad in case you haven't seen it yet.<br /><object width="580" height="360"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8d4AOZ1KCds&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8d4AOZ1KCds&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-4178874803825227600?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-45238070129309521892009-05-20T07:01:00.000-04:002009-05-20T07:01:00.350-04:00The Name Game<object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5MJLi5_dyn0&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5MJLi5_dyn0&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /><br />I love to name things, kids, pets, other peoples' kids and pets. So yes, I am currently busy naming a dog that hasn't even been born yet. We all have our hobbies.<div><br /></div><div>My parents have a little prissy Yorkshire Terrier I named Lola for them because "Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets." And of course our old man Bear was really KBHR which were the call letters for the radio station on Northern Exposure. What it was 1994?! Come on, it was clever. </div><div><br /></div><div>Back in college I owned the world's stupidest dog, but he had a great name. In fact if it weren't for hubby's utter annoyance with that dog (whom I gave away to a family with a big yard because we just could not train him to use an inside voice) KBHR might have very well been Captain 2.0, new and improved. Really it's such a great name and it's been so many years I even brought it up as a possibility for a new puppy's name. See Captain could be Captain Morgan as in the rum or Captain Tony as in Tony Tarricino, the bar and the man famous with Buffett fans. And it is easy to yell, which is a must with a dog's name.<br /><br />Anyway, it shouldn't surprise you to hear I have had 2 dog names picked out for quite some time. I wasn't even going to entertain other ideas for this non-existent dog. But did I mention my fascination with names yet? </div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah, so, when Bre was about 3 years old we almost got a puppy. A friend's parents had labs that had a litter and oh how I wanted one. Hubby put his foot down in our 1000sq ft house and said no room for a second dog! About 2 months later we found out little Brooke was on her way and that put the kabosh on any further puppy cravings, as I was too busy naming an actual human. But in that brief window of possible puppy ownership I picked out what I still think is the perfect name for a lab puppy... Moose, especially if it's a chocolate lab puppy. Moose was Bre's imaginary friend at that point in time, sadly he left about the time she got a real live doll, um baby sister. Just think of the possibilities, Mr. Moose, could be M&M for short. And hello, chocolate Moose? Yeah, I kill myself with the clever! </div><div><br /><div>Of course the other name that has been tossed around for quite some time is Pete. As in, for the love of Pete did he just pee on the floor again? And the beginnings of this blog "Who's Pete, and should I be worried?"</div><div><br /></div><div>But now hubby has started getting in on the name game, which is a very good sign that he might actually like the new dog. His first suggestion was Sirius, for a black lab of course. Damn kid and her Harry Potter obsession. But again, killing you with the clever aren't we? Plus- Seriously he peed on the floor again? Okay, apparently we are obsessed by the thought of training a new puppy. The only problem here is that we really weren't going to get another black lab, as we are not trying to replace KBHR. But dude have you seen a black lab puppy? They are darn adorable, and seriously the name Sirius is really growing on me. Okay, I'll stop now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then hubby threw out Bullwinkle who is a moose. Which I also like for a chocolate lab name. And at one time we were considering getting a Labradoodle (lab and poodle mix) which we would've totally named Snickerdoodle, like the cookie. (Yes, yet one more non-existent pet I already named) A light yellow lab would be about the color of a snickerdoodle. And it sounds really cute in baby talk. Maybe not so much in the easy to yell department though.</div><div><br /></div><div>So to recap...</div><div>Any color Lab Puppy Names: </div><div>Pete</div><div>Captain</div><div><br /></div><div>Chocolate Lab Names: </div><div>Mr. Moose aka Moose aka M&M</div><div>Bullwinkle</div><div><br /></div><div>Yellow Lab Names:</div><div>Snickerdoodle</div><div><br /></div><div>Black Lab Names:</div><div>Sirius</div><div><br /></div><div>At least we are covered no matter which puppy we pick out, we have names to choose from. So, now it's your turn, give me even more names to ponder over before I pick up my chocolate lab named Moose! The only requirement is that it has to be for a boy dog. </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-4523807012930952189?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-21028061601911664512009-05-19T17:17:00.002-04:002009-05-19T17:34:27.718-04:00Weekly Words Challenge<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; text-decoration: none;font-size:48px;"><a href="http://pickledbeef.blogspot.com/2009/04/wwc-master-participation-list.html"><img alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3330/3420674180_79b8da28e0.jpg" border="0" height="105" style="width: 185px; " /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:48px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size:16px;"><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Featuring</span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">K and Metal</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">brought to you by Tink</span></div><div><br /></div></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2FKarenatFortheLove%2Falbumid%2F5337649302480254961%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-2102806160191166451?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-23177476372400618592009-05-18T14:18:00.002-04:002009-05-18T16:58:51.276-04:00Puppy Fever<div>Some of you may recall about 9 months ago we had to say goodbye to our beloved 14 year old black Lab. And now? We, and when I say we, I mean me and the girls, are ready to welcome a little ball of fur into our family. What about hubby you ask? Let's just say he hasn't exactly embraced the idea. It was his idea that we wait for a year before getting a new dog. And while I totally agree that we needed time to grieve. Well, let's just say we disagree on the timeline here. I think getting a puppy during the summer while the girls are out of school would be more fun and they could help with training. Hey someone has to wipe up all that pee on the floor and they are so much closer to it than I am. Anyway, I have finally given in and agreed that since we spend a week in July at the beach, getting a puppy after we get back makes the most sense. Otherwise we'd be leaving a half trained puppy in a kennel and starting from square one again when we get back. But mid-July is not August, and August is one year, which means we are still in negotiations. However, I found a breeder close who says they are expecting a litter soon, which would mean the puppies would be ready for new homes at the end of July. Getting the right puppy is more important than the actual date to me or hubby (at least I think it is). So while we are still discussing the timing, we are for certainly getting a puppy soon! And it's a good thing, because we've had more than one conversation like this lately.</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: If mommy brought home a puppy now your daddy might move out and leave us with our new puppy. You wouldn't want to have to choose between mommy and daddy together or a puppy would you?</div><div><br /></div><div>Smartass child: Would it be wrong if I said I'd choose the puppy?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-2317747637240061859?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-47311491706336032912009-05-12T14:40:00.001-04:002009-05-12T14:53:08.391-04:00Weekly Words Challenge<div style="text-align: center;">This week's words are ARCH and PURPLE. We went to the beach for Mother's Day and I have been in card hell for the past two days, so you get what I got this week. And my promise to try harder next week.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SgnDla62LZI/AAAAAAAACFI/b5uHAI6vC5g/s1600-h/footprints.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SgnDla62LZI/AAAAAAAACFI/b5uHAI6vC5g/s400/footprints.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335010281245781394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Our footprints in the sand. Can you tell which of us have flat feet and which have normal ARCHES?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SgnDliTRwII/AAAAAAAACFY/BmEGrpycDro/s400/IMG_2545.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335010283227299970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;">Do you see the fishing pole beginning to ARCH? She did caught a small fish.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sorry I got nothing for PURPLE. So I give you bonus photos instead. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Slacker, who?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SgnDl3qz_uI/AAAAAAAACFg/9borCqalWjI/s1600-h/IMG_2550.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SgnDl3qz_uI/AAAAAAAACFg/9borCqalWjI/s400/IMG_2550.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335010288963157730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A skink getting a tan.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SgnDliTRwII/AAAAAAAACFY/BmEGrpycDro/s1600-h/IMG_2545.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SgnDlngcINI/AAAAAAAACFQ/JDYK0L71R-o/s1600-h/IMG_2515.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SgnDlngcINI/AAAAAAAACFQ/JDYK0L71R-o/s400/IMG_2515.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335010284624683218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The beach early Mother's Day morning.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">For more info or to see who actually tried this week go visit Tink's Place.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://pickledbeef.blogspot.com/2009/04/wwc-master-participation-list.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 48px; text-decoration: none;"><img alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3330/3420674180_79b8da28e0.jpg" border="0" height="105" style="width: 185px; " /></span></span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-4731149170633603291?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-59449155916800791242009-05-05T10:50:00.006-04:002009-05-05T11:39:30.361-04:00Weekly Words Challenge<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; border-collapse: collapse; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The words fo</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">r this week are:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-weight: bold; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Bokeh</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">(Definition </span></span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bokeh" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">HERE</span></span></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">)</span></span></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and</span></span></div><strong><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Heart</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So this week I learned that Bokeh at it's most basic is an in focus foreground and a blurry background. At it's finest it is a blur of points of light in the background. And to be done properly one really needs a special lens, which lil' ol' me surely does not own. However, I went back through my archives and found a few photos I think qualify as very amateur attempts at creating Bokeh. And at the time I didn't even realize that's what I was doing. Well, I knew I wanted a depth of field, but I had no idea what it was called. Who says you can't teach an old dog? Damn and now </span><a href="http://www.blogfortheloveofpete.com/2009/04/yes-i-am-dog-in-this-scenario.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I'm the dog again</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. I gotta stop doing that!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Bokeh(ish)</span></b></div></strong></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><strong></strong></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><strong></strong></span></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SgBV3Cu6hYI/AAAAAAAACB8/PBqePcE81sw/s1600-h/IMG_2042.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SgBV3Cu6hYI/AAAAAAAACB8/PBqePcE81sw/s320/IMG_2042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332356362921477506" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SgBV23xn95I/AAAAAAAACB0/w_FGdRVvY28/s1600-h/IMG_0977.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SgBV23xn95I/AAAAAAAACB0/w_FGdRVvY28/s320/IMG_0977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332356359980054418" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SgBV2nuIUxI/AAAAAAAACBs/lHNQACKdnQs/s1600-h/IMG_0967.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SgBV2nuIUxI/AAAAAAAACBs/lHNQACKdnQs/s320/IMG_0967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332356355670430482" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SgBV2cQQ6UI/AAAAAAAACBk/zD5vbnjsF94/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SgBV2cQQ6UI/AAAAAAAACBk/zD5vbnjsF94/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332356352592374082" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SgBV2FwB0TI/AAAAAAAACBc/R9MSKDEMoDg/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SgBV2FwB0TI/AAAAAAAACBc/R9MSKDEMoDg/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332356346551587122" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(click photos to make bigger)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The other word? SO EASY!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Heart</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> belongs to these goofs.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SgBZVWc-iRI/AAAAAAAACCI/R9AUYTTgKv4/s320/IMG_2132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332360182145911058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Wanna know more and see much better examples of Bokeh? Go checkout Tink's Place, our hostess with the mostess.<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://pickledbeef.blogspot.com/2009/04/wwc-master-participation-list.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><img alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3330/3420674180_79b8da28e0.jpg" border="0" height="105" style="width: 185px; " /></span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:georgia;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 48px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-5944915591680079124?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-76825184793125347712009-05-01T12:47:00.001-04:002009-05-01T17:01:52.428-04:00Dejavu All Over Again<div>So this weekend is Breanna's BIG One Zero birthday party. So I figured I pull out a few more pictures of past birthday parties. These two are probably 2 of my all time favorites. Brooke's more of a small party type of kid. NO it has nothing to do with being the second child and having no real friends of her own. Shut up, it does not! Anyway, less kids means I can spend more on decorations, snacks and goodies. </div><div><br /></div><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&noautoplay=1&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2FKarenatFortheLove%2Falbumid%2F5317840266680294993%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCLWMvsuD37PtFA" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><div><br /></div><div>Next week I'll try to finish up Bre's birthday's and tell you how the big Kickball Party went this weekend. We are up to 20 confirmed guests right now not including us. Should be fun! Have a great weekend!</div><div><br /></div><div>Edited to add... my kiddo won the "<a href="http://youthinkitseasybeingthetoothfairy.blogspot.com/">Toothy Kid Photo Contest</a>" go check her out!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-7682518479312534771?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-71718565953002205262009-04-27T19:14:00.003-04:002009-04-27T19:23:31.750-04:00Are They F'in Kidding Me?!Got a bee in my bonnet tonight. I just received one of those automated calls from the school district. Seeing as I am an informed parent I almost always know what the call will be regarding when I see the caller id. But tonight I had no idea. <div>Would you believe it was the school district giving tips on how to avoid getting swine flu? SERIOUSLY? Let me guess, the same way you avoid getting any form of influenza? Or other virus for that matter. </div><div>But here's the kicker, you'll love this... My oldest daughter informed me at dinner, before the phone ever rang, that none of the girls bathrooms on the 2nd floor of her school have soap... ever. Have you been in an elementary school lately? Taken a passing glance at the handrails on the stairs? I tell my kids not to touch them, I'd rather they fall than pick up whatever germs are lurking on that thing! </div><div>I've got an idea, maybe they should have the automated voice guy go fill the soap dispensers I think that would go much further in the prevention of the spread of swine flu than that damned phone call.<div><div><div><br /></div><div>Rant over... I feel much better now. Thanks for "listening". </div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-7171856595300220526?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-46791669668970066752009-04-22T10:04:00.003-04:002009-04-22T11:04:32.105-04:00Yes, I am the Dog in this ScenarioFor those of you who are not my friends on Facebook, and by the way, why the hell aren't you? Whatever the reason you are not privy to my every waking thought, hmm that could explain why. Anyway, never fear, I am back to catch you up on my life. I KNOW! I am posting more than just thought provoking quote or a story I copied from someone else. I'll wait while you rush to the bathroom to avoid peeing your pants in excitement. Wait... it's just a bullet post, no need to get that paper bag to breathe into.<div><br /></div><div>Proof you can still teach an old dog, here's some crap I have learned recently.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Answering the phone before 8am is a crap shoot. </span>It could be my boss asking if I could come help that day with a store revision. Where revision means playing Bob the Builder. So I was building, organizing and restocking cards from drop off to pick up of my kids, on one of my scheduled days off. On the flip side maybe the a/c guy coming to do our yearly checkup was available to come EARLY! When does that EVER happen?!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">School skate night is entertaining.</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">For all the wrong reasons!</span> Yeah, yeah, watching my kids skate and hang out with their school friends is fun. But watching the older siblings, mainly middle schoolers flirt and dance is way more entertaining. Playing count the inappropriate tattoos and missing teeth is possibly the best game of all. </div><div>Also? Note to skating rink: please stop selling crap that lights up for kids to put in their mouths. Those damned blinking retainers and pacifiers are disgusting. And they scream white trash. Thus all the kids, mine included, want them! Please for the love of Pete at least close the "Pro Shop" on school skate night. And here I have no idea what Pro Shop actually means.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">The number of extra days I work is directly proportional to the added amount of mess in my house. Upside is it is also proportionally related to the extra amount of money in my bank account. </span>Between Mother's Day and that 8am phone call I have been at work more mornings than home, thus the house is quickly becoming a disaster area. When there are loads, plural, of DISHES to be done there is trouble. And don't ask me why I am the only one capable of loading and running the dishwasher in this house, I have yet to learn that!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I could never work full time and have little kids, I have an amazing respect for those who juggle it all. I have come to the conclusion that I am missing the multitasking life gene. </span>Actually this is one of those things I have always known. There's even a name for my condition. Damn, what was it again? Oh yeah, PROCRASTINATION!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">You can get a lot of crap done just during commercials. Tifaux is possibly not the best invention EVAH after all!</span> Don't get me wrong I sure as hell wouldn't give it up, but sometimes regular viewing actually helps me get more accomplished by splitting a big job up into little bits.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I need to quit finding </span><a href="http://globaleyephotography.wordpress.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">new blogs</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> to read. </span>By the time I catch up with new posts in my reader I don't have time to write my own posts. Damn there's that procrastination problem again! But really go check out that blog, well written with great pictures. Remember the photographer friend I was asking you to vote in a contest for? It's his site. </div><div><br /></div><div>Alright, time to watch some Gilmore Girls and clean the girl's bathroom during commercials. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-4679166966897006675?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-44627653606145190722009-04-18T09:39:00.000-04:002009-05-05T11:39:43.691-04:00Thought for Today<span class="sqq"></span>“If I want to knock a story off the front page, I just change my hairstyle.” Hillary Clinton<a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/hillary_clinton/"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-4462765360614519072?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-57064665896827533672009-04-11T20:21:00.002-04:002009-04-11T20:24:15.224-04:00Thank You Easter Bunny!Bwak, bwak. An Easter story I had to share with ya'll.<br /><br /><p>A friend was in front of me coming out of church one day, and the preacher was standing at the door as he always is to shake hands. He grabbed my friend by the hand and pulled him aside. The Pastor said, "You need to join the Army of the Lord!" </p><p>My friend said, "I'm already in the Army of the Lord, Pastor." </p><p>Pastor questioned, "How come I don't see you except at Christmas and Easter?" </p>He whispered back, "I'm in the secret service!"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-5706466589682753367?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-32874208519875171852009-04-07T09:31:00.006-04:002009-05-05T11:39:30.361-04:00Weekly Words Challenge<div style="text-align: center;">The words for this week are awesomely appropriate, thank you Tink.<br />Translation... it was easy for us procrastinators to throw together a post at the last minute.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Without further ado I give you<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Opening and Spring.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SdtXsn9e4AI/AAAAAAAAB_c/c6EY-m1ux30/s1600-h/IMG_2259.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SdtXsn9e4AI/AAAAAAAAB_c/c6EY-m1ux30/s320/IMG_2259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321943808821092354" border="0" /></a>You know it's <span style="font-weight: bold;">spring</span> when the garden department at Home Depot is packed on a Saturday morning.<br />We finally (after 6 years here) started an herb garden.<br />Or as hubby keeps calling it, our recession garden.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SdtXs15AatI/AAAAAAAAB_s/YJjx1TPqXUU/s1600-h/IMG_2271.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SdtXs15AatI/AAAAAAAAB_s/YJjx1TPqXUU/s320/IMG_2271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321943812560415442" border="0" /></a>Little Miss Brookey picked pink flowers for the flower bed.<br />Imagine that.<br />They sure are pretty as they are <span style="font-weight: bold;">opening</span> up after yesterday's showers.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SdtXs-sSgXI/AAAAAAAAB_k/YtS5e-ALais/s1600-h/IMG_2265.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SdtXs-sSgXI/AAAAAAAAB_k/YtS5e-ALais/s320/IMG_2265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321943814922994034" border="0" /></a>The crisp, very un-<span style="font-weight: bold;">spring</span> like breeze this morning had our homemade wind chimes singing as I was taking pictures of our gardens.<br />Last minute entry, who?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SdtZJ6IctoI/AAAAAAAACAE/BIGTyW7uhew/s1600-h/IMG_2285.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SdtZJ6IctoI/AAAAAAAACAE/BIGTyW7uhew/s320/IMG_2285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321945411426760322" border="0" /></a>Of course the real signs of <span style="font-weight: bold;">spring</span> showed up inside my house yesterday.<br />Brookey was <span style="font-weight: bold;">opening</span> all of the eggs hoping for long forgotten candy.<br />NO, she didn't find any.<br />I don't know what kind of half-assed house cleaner you think I am.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SdtXtIWBM7I/AAAAAAAAB_0/GCFqG65-OeI/s1600-h/IMG_2282.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SdtXtIWBM7I/AAAAAAAAB_0/GCFqG65-OeI/s320/IMG_2282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321943817513939890" border="0" /></a>And with <span style="font-weight: bold;">spring</span> of course there must be bunnies.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SdtZJrt3L7I/AAAAAAAAB_8/aPx3mXNQ-HY/s1600-h/IMG_2284.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SdtZJrt3L7I/AAAAAAAAB_8/aPx3mXNQ-HY/s320/IMG_2284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321945407557152690" border="0" /></a>And nothing says <span style="font-weight: bold;">spring</span> like bunnies... in a head of lettuce?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My mom sent theses to the girls. Yes we have two different ones.<br />Okay, they are kinda cute, and Brookey loves them.<br />She did all the "decorating" for Easter for me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SdtXscxTYiI/AAAAAAAAB_U/d7K9E7FawMM/s1600-h/IMG_2258.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/SdtXscxTYiI/AAAAAAAAB_U/d7K9E7FawMM/s320/IMG_2258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321943805817217570" border="0" /></a>My first thought for <span style="font-weight: bold;">opening</span>?<br />I am scared of <span style="font-weight: bold;">opening</span> the door to my 10 year old's room for fear of what I might find.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">For more...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://pickledbeef.blogspot.com/2009/04/wwc-master-participation-list.html"><img style="width: 185px;" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3330/3420674180_79b8da28e0.jpg" border="0" height="105" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-3287420851987517185?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-53353836461584715412009-03-28T06:44:00.000-04:002009-05-05T11:39:43.691-04:00Thought for Today"So this is spring break."<br />"Yep."<br />"Funny. It's not how it looked in the brochures."<br />- Pacey and Joey - <span style="font-style: italic;">Dawson's Creek</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-5335383646158471541?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-37058838073397210532009-03-27T07:49:00.002-04:002009-03-27T08:55:47.218-04:00Where Was I?Oh yeah, birthday parties. Okay, even I am getting a bit sick of the birthday posts. But you idea poachers rest assured there are many more great ideas to pilfer. I'm going to make a few slide shows and finish those posts up next week. K?<br /><br />So the girls' Spring Break officially started this morning. And damned if they weren't both up and running at 7:00am when I drug my ass out of bed in search of the delicious quiche I could smell from my bedroom. Hubby was making food to take to a work pot-luck (they have them like once a month) and he made an extra quiche for me, which I may or may not have already eaten 3/4ths of. Doesn't matter the entire thing will be gone by the time he gets home. Have I mentioned my love of quiche? No? Well I do, I love quiche. Come to think of it I love eggs in most forms. Except deviled eggs, because I hate pickles more than I love eggs. Oh my god, are ya'll even going to keep reading after that revelation? I think I just sunk to an all time low here at Casa de Pete.<br /><br />Anyway, an hour and a half in and 3/4ths of a quiche later, we have one injury requiring a Littlest Pet Shop Bandaid, Webkinz abandoned on the computer, tv left on with crappy cartoons and a missing remote so I can't turn it off (the power button on the tv fell off from overuse and the remote is the only alternative) and now the kids are out back. Well, at least they are playing together and no on is crying yet. Whew, it's going to be a long week.<br /><br />Our plans for the week include the cold community pool, me working two mornings, two day trips to the beach and um yeah, that's pretty much it. Stay-cation my ass, sounds like almost every other week of the year to me. Remember last year? No? Well, I hardly do either. But I vaguely recall a <a href="http://www.blogfortheloveofpete.com/2008/03/griswolds-family-vacation.html">road trip</a> and <a href="http://www.blogfortheloveofpete.com/2008/04/as-promised.html">lots and lots of food</a>. Damn, wish I hadn't unearthed those posts, now I'm really depressed. That's what comes after the recession right? Depression.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">One last thing...if you haven't already (and those of you who have, THANK YOU!) take a minute and </span><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.nameyourdreamassignment.com/the-ideas/globaleye/climate-refugees-the-human-toll-of-global-warming/">VOTE</a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> for </span><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.blogfortheloveofpete.com/2009/03/i-interrupt-this-blog.html">my friend</a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> in the Name Your Dream Assignment contest, voting ends April 3rd.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-3705883807339721053?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330491478645839180.post-79364665505709245212009-03-24T08:44:00.006-04:002009-03-24T10:52:33.679-04:00What's that I See?The light at the end of the tunnel?!<br /><br />My baby is 6. Today! I KNOW! I can't believe it myself.<br /><br />And we survived another Birthday Party! Saturday Brookie had 5 friends plus a sibling over to celebrate her 6th birthday. We only had RSVPs for 4, but had invited 8 so we had plenty to share with everyone. Whew!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/ScjXtrqZ5bI/AAAAAAAAB38/vqbR1IMC1vI/s1600-h/IMG_2143.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/ScjXtrqZ5bI/AAAAAAAAB38/vqbR1IMC1vI/s320/IMG_2143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316736539925538226" border="0" /></a>The night before the girls colored lots of Littlest Pet Shop pictures and hung them all over the house. It was a great and cheap way to decorate! And<a href="http://www.blogfortheloveofpete.com/2009/03/i-want-do-over.html"> as you may remember </a>getting decorations for this party was not easy.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/ScjXulUHhkI/AAAAAAAAB4c/eSrON4mKvxE/s1600-h/IMG_2153.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/ScjXulUHhkI/AAAAAAAAB4c/eSrON4mKvxE/s320/IMG_2153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316736555401315906" border="0" /></a>The cake that Dad made.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/ScjXuY2fsFI/AAAAAAAAB4U/Dh2u4qRM6io/s1600-h/IMG_2151.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/ScjXuY2fsFI/AAAAAAAAB4U/Dh2u4qRM6io/s320/IMG_2151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316736552055844946" border="0" /></a>Brooke told him exactly what she wanted and he made it.<br />The coins and yellow road make it look JUST like the Littlest Pet Shop game she loves to play.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/ScjXuMtVq7I/AAAAAAAAB4M/HZns6RKCQhk/s1600-h/IMG_2149.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/ScjXuMtVq7I/AAAAAAAAB4M/HZns6RKCQhk/s320/IMG_2149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316736548796214194" border="0" /></a>Everything but the LPS figurines, candles and the foil wrappers on the coins is edible.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/ScjXt1XkqRI/AAAAAAAAB4E/-8QM8XWo_Es/s1600-h/IMG_2145.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/ScjXt1XkqRI/AAAAAAAAB4E/-8QM8XWo_Es/s320/IMG_2145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316736542530906386" border="0" /></a>And it's cute from EVERY side.<br />Dad is getting pretty good at the fondant. And he makes it with marshmallows, so it tastes good too!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/Scjekhc_QpI/AAAAAAAAB4k/vJEeW_wGoQY/s1600-h/IMG_2155.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/Scjekhc_QpI/AAAAAAAAB4k/vJEeW_wGoQY/s320/IMG_2155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316744079147483794" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">First the kids decorated "doggie bags" brown lunch bags, which were for the goodies they would take home from the party. This has become a staple in our party planning. We have the kids decorate their own bag while we wait for everyone to arrive. Cheap, easy, fun and time filler.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/Scjek8s1xlI/AAAAAAAAB4s/QIiZa7O-0Uk/s1600-h/IMG_2160.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/Scjek8s1xlI/AAAAAAAAB4s/QIiZa7O-0Uk/s320/IMG_2160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316744086461728338" border="0" /></a>Playing "Doggie, Doggie, where's your bone? Someone took it from your home."<br />They also played a rousing game of animal charades and toss the bone in the dog dish, with graham cracker bones they got to eat!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/ScjhwfnOyoI/AAAAAAAAB5U/P6NE5fhQpTw/s1600-h/IMG_2166.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/ScjhwfnOyoI/AAAAAAAAB5U/P6NE5fhQpTw/s320/IMG_2166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316747583346887298" border="0" /></a>Pin the tail on the Pony. Painting courtesy of daddy.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/ScjelBsKbDI/AAAAAAAAB40/KZQE3v8lm6Y/s1600-h/IMG_2169.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/ScjelBsKbDI/AAAAAAAAB40/KZQE3v8lm6Y/s320/IMG_2169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316744087801064498" border="0" /></a>Lunch was served from dog dishes.<br />Puppy Kibble = chicken poppers and pretzel nibblers<br />Cat Chow = "goldfish" (crackers) and "mice" (cheese in the shape of Mickey Mouse)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/ScjelR98IpI/AAAAAAAAB48/vVQnGL0LQJ4/s1600-h/IMG_2205.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/ScjelR98IpI/AAAAAAAAB48/vVQnGL0LQJ4/s320/IMG_2205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316744092170592914" border="0" /></a>With fruit and veggies for the little bunnies.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/Scjelg_UQeI/AAAAAAAAB5E/GOEkWgTNZeg/s1600-h/IMG_2192.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/Scjelg_UQeI/AAAAAAAAB5E/GOEkWgTNZeg/s320/IMG_2192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316744096202899938" border="0" /></a>Happy Birthday to Brooke.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/ScjgvdHEgfI/AAAAAAAAB5M/W59WCgiIeHg/s1600-h/IMG_2208.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hsK_fUUpa0/ScjgvdHEgfI/AAAAAAAAB5M/W59WCgiIeHg/s320/IMG_2208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316746465983627762" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;" id="photocaption">A sampling of the goodies that went home in the doggie bags.</div><div style="text-align: center;">They each got a Littlest Pet Shop toy, Littlest Pet Shop Box of Bandaids (which were declared the greatest idea EVAH) Littlest Pet Shop magnets and Littlest Pet Shop Coloring book.<br /></div><br />This makes us one down and one to go on birthday parties for 2009! And now I am enjoying my only 2 days of doing nothing for awhile. Spring Break starts Friday. Ahhhh!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4330491478645839180-7936466550570924521?l=www.blogfortheloveofpete.com'/></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349303360950494430noreply@blogger.com14