<?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-5038924077098850325</id><updated>2009-11-26T22:59:02.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zen Of Motherhood</title><subtitle type='html'>Life Between Nicktoons And Nirvana . . .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>966</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-1948108224492987363</id><published>2009-11-26T07:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T07:54:55.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Benny And Shrimp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/Swf7p3ZZTiI/AAAAAAAACP8/0B9-_wH4g3w/s1600/51qXRD%2B2Z4L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/Swf7p3ZZTiI/AAAAAAAACP8/0B9-_wH4g3w/s320/51qXRD%2B2Z4L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406566574345244194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boy meets girl in a cemetery.  To the surprise of both boy and girl, boy gets girl.  Boy and girl find a passion that they never suspected existed.  Then, boy and girl realize that they are wildly incompatible.  What next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katarina Mazetti's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Benny-Shrimp-Novel-Katarina-Mazetti/dp/0143115995/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1258814336&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Benny and Shrimp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Penguin, 2009) is a stunningly original love story.  Written from the alternating points of view of both characters, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Benny-Shrimp-Novel-Katarina-Mazetti/dp/0143115995/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1258814336&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Benny and Shrimp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; painstakingly explores the reality of building a relationship with a partner whose building materials simply don't match up.  The characters are mature and unique, and the writing is so lovely that it is almost ethereal.  Can love really conquer all?  Let's just say that you'll never see the ending of this one coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly loved &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Benny-Shrimp-Novel-Katarina-Mazetti/dp/0143115995/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1258814336&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Benny and Shrimp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  It's quirky, funny, and heartbreaking.  Definitely get this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038924077098850325-1948108224492987363?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/1948108224492987363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=1948108224492987363' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/1948108224492987363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/1948108224492987363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/review-benny-and-shrimp.html' title='Review: Benny And Shrimp'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/Swf7p3ZZTiI/AAAAAAAACP8/0B9-_wH4g3w/s72-c/51qXRD%2B2Z4L._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-7811448141052506016</id><published>2009-11-25T07:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:01:51.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Give Me A Reference?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;In spite of my repeated calls, I have received no response from  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theview.abc.go.com/"&gt;The View&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(well, except for that restraining order).  Therefore, after much consideration, I have decided to announce my availability for the following position:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2411090/oprah_winfrey_leaves_a_huge_void_in.html"&gt;Oprah Winfrey Leaves a Huge Void in Daytime Television with Her Retirement&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I feel that my extensive experience with daytime television (one episode of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drphil.com/"&gt;Dr. Phil &lt;/a&gt;+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;one episode of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.divorcecourt.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Divorce Court&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; = one load of whites) qualifies me for this position. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Thank you for your consideration.&lt;/span&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/5038924077098850325-7811448141052506016?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/7811448141052506016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=7811448141052506016' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/7811448141052506016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/7811448141052506016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/would-you-give-me-reference.html' title='Would You Give Me A Reference?'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-2277317529759494280</id><published>2009-11-24T06:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T06:07:34.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Rogue Would You Go?</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, I mentioned that Sarah Palin would be doing a book signing right in my own backyard (well, not literally.  But, I can almost see the bookstore from my house).   She will be here in about a week (I initially had the date wrong).  That should be enough time for me to practice my Tina Fey doing Sarah Palin impersonation, so I'll be ready, except for one small detail: the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my local news, you must buy a copy of the book &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at the store&lt;/span&gt; in order to get in to meet Palin.  Can you believe that?  Not only do you have to buy the book, but you have to do it in front of people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what should I do?  Should I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) undermine my lifelong support of liberalism and literacy by buying the book so I can get in?&lt;br /&gt;b) mug a small, weak conservative and steal his book so I can get in?&lt;br /&gt;c) not waste any more time worrying about it because, even if I get in, security will throw me out as soon as they see my "Pro-Choice, Anti-Gun, Maid Of Honor At My Gay Friend's Wedding Karate Mom Saving The Wolves And Promoting Sex Education Like A Pit Bull In Lipstick" tee shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038924077098850325-2277317529759494280?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/2277317529759494280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=2277317529759494280' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/2277317529759494280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/2277317529759494280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-rogue-would-you-go.html' title='How Rogue Would You Go?'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-4423942812608134649</id><published>2009-11-23T06:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T06:13:40.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Hickory Farms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/Svrvl9cryOI/AAAAAAAACPc/73R7-YV9H2c/s1600-h/012528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/Svrvl9cryOI/AAAAAAAACPc/73R7-YV9H2c/s400/012528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402894138413402338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With the holidays rapidly (oh, so rapidly!) approaching, it's time to start thinking about presents and shopping and what in the world to get for Aunt Lula.  If you've got a hard to buy for person or three on your gift list, check out &lt;a href="http://www.hickoryfarms.com/"&gt;Hickory Farms&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 1951, &lt;a href="http://www.hickoryfarms.com/"&gt;Hickory Farms&lt;/a&gt; has been a holiday tradition.  With a luscious selection of sausage, cheese, nuts, fruits, and sweets, &lt;a href="http://www.hickoryfarms.com/"&gt;Hickory Farms&lt;/a&gt; offers something for everyone.  For example, the Party Planner Gift Box that I received for review contains a selection of cheese spreads, a cheese ball, mustards, and the very best summer sausages in the world (seriously, I love their summer sausage).  For every $40 dollar Party Planner Gift Box sold this holiday season, &lt;a href="http://www.hickoryfarms.com/"&gt;Hickory Farms&lt;/a&gt; is donating five dollars (up to $100, 000) to &lt;a href="http://www.hickoryfarms.com/shareourstrength.asp"&gt;Share Our Strength&lt;/a&gt;, a nonprofit organization working to make sure that no child in America goes hungry.  If that's a larger gift box than you need, &lt;a href="http://www.hickoryfarms.com/"&gt;Hickory Farms&lt;/a&gt; is also offering 30 similar gift items for &lt;a href="http://www.hickoryfarms.com/category%7Ec%7E707%7Eevar5%7E3a.asp"&gt;under $30&lt;/a&gt;.  A great deal, either way you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much as I love that summer sausage, there is a far more important reason that I wanted to participate in this blog tour.  I wanted to help get the word out that &lt;a href="http://www.hickoryfarms.com/"&gt;Hickory Farms&lt;/a&gt; ships &lt;a href="http://www.hickoryfarms.com/category%7Ename%7EMilitary%20Gifts%7Ec%7E600.asp"&gt;free &lt;/a&gt;to APO / FPO addresses.  For all of you fellow civilians out there, that means that you can ship to military addresses free of charge.  What a great way to give our soldiers a taste of home.  They definitely deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt; "I wrote this review while participating in a blog tour campaign by &lt;a href="http://momcentral.com/"&gt;Mom Central&lt;/a&gt; on behalf of &lt;a href="http://www.hickoryfarms.com/"&gt;Hickory Farms&lt;/a&gt; and received a &lt;a href="http://www.hickoryfarms.com/"&gt;Hickory Farms&lt;/a&gt; gift basket to facilitate my review."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038924077098850325-4423942812608134649?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/4423942812608134649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=4423942812608134649' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/4423942812608134649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/4423942812608134649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/review-hickory-farms.html' title='Review: Hickory Farms'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/Svrvl9cryOI/AAAAAAAACPc/73R7-YV9H2c/s72-c/012528.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-6609148143438457738</id><published>2009-11-22T07:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T07:36:55.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Outed!</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes, yesterday was my birthday . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for the birthday wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lbgHwSJJqXk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lbgHwSJJqXk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're having a kick ass weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038924077098850325-6609148143438457738?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/6609148143438457738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=6609148143438457738' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/6609148143438457738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/6609148143438457738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/outed.html' title='Outed!'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-3105932764315454051</id><published>2009-11-21T08:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T08:09:06.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Woof!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Bullmastiff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatbreedofdogareyouquiz/bullmastiff.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, reasonable, and very calm. Nothing shakes you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's likely that you were a bit wild when you were younger, but you've gotten that out of your system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time you get aggressive is when someone tries to threaten or harm you in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a little bit of wolf underneath all that sheep's clothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatbreedofdogareyouquiz/"&gt;What Breed of Dog Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eer9UoqN_9E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eer9UoqN_9E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038924077098850325-3105932764315454051?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/3105932764315454051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=3105932764315454051' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/3105932764315454051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/3105932764315454051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/woof.html' title='Woof!'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-2824054778071085418</id><published>2009-11-20T06:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:14:39.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Italics</title><content type='html'>"I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you, too," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She closed her eyes and breathed deep.  Then, she took his hands in hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you," she said, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you, too," he said, puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a sigh, she dropped his hands and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't speak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;italics&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 55 Fiction for my &lt;a href="http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/"&gt;G-Man&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops!  I keep forgetting to mention that I did &lt;a href="http://objets-dart.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-daphne-hope-of-humanity-pt-2.html"&gt;Daphne&lt;/a&gt; again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038924077098850325-2824054778071085418?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/2824054778071085418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=2824054778071085418' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/2824054778071085418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/2824054778071085418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/italics.html' title='Italics'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-5033226777893766668</id><published>2009-11-19T06:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T06:26:52.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Add Ten Percent?</title><content type='html'>The percentage of people with a background similar to mine who will be divorced within the next five years (according to the &lt;a href="http://www.divorce360.com/content/divorcecalculator.aspx"&gt;Marriage Calculator&lt;/a&gt;):  4%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The percentage of women with a background similar to mine whose husbands volunteered them to bake pies for the office Thanksgiving party who will be divorced within the next five years:  ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038924077098850325-5033226777893766668?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/5033226777893766668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=5033226777893766668' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/5033226777893766668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/5033226777893766668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/add-ten-percent.html' title='Add Ten Percent?'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-2980758790565920494</id><published>2009-11-18T08:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:05:06.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scientist At Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SwP-rweH-eI/AAAAAAAACP0/G_LRe7ywXLg/s1600/IMG_4934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SwP-rweH-eI/AAAAAAAACP0/G_LRe7ywXLg/s400/IMG_4934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordlesswednesday.com/"&gt;Wordless Wednesday&lt;/a&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/5038924077098850325-2980758790565920494?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/2980758790565920494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=2980758790565920494' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/2980758790565920494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/2980758790565920494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/scientist-at-work.html' title='Scientist At Work'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SwP-rweH-eI/AAAAAAAACP0/G_LRe7ywXLg/s72-c/IMG_4934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-7923124893679734738</id><published>2009-11-17T06:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T06:10:33.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: My Baby First Steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SvyWAC2alUI/AAAAAAAACPk/DfOOVxztKl8/s1600-h/51ENpYntdfL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SvyWAC2alUI/AAAAAAAACPk/DfOOVxztKl8/s320/51ENpYntdfL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403358580447024450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;According to the Santa Claus hanging around the mall, it's time to start thinking about Christmas shopping.  If you've got a gamer girl on your gift list,  I might have found the perfect stuffing for her stocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The just released &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/My-Baby-First-Steps-Nintendo-Wii/dp/B002DY9KIO"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Baby First Steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is the follow up to the wildly popular &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Baby Boy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Baby Girl&lt;/span&gt; Nintendo DS games.  A game of virtual parenting, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/My-Baby-First-Steps-Nintendo-Wii/dp/B002DY9KIO"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Baby First Steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; allows you to raise your baby from his or her (your choice!) 1st birthday until the age of two and a half.  You can customize your baby's appearance and outfits, decorate his room, and shop for toys.  But, motherhood, as we all know, is not all shopping!  There's teaching to walk and talk, potty training, bedtime stories, keeping a little one out of trouble . . . tons of activities to keep your little virtual mother busy long past Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me make a small confession; all of the impressions of the game are my own.  I haven't let Baby Puppy play it yet.  Why?  She's already put it on her Christmas list.  If you have a gamer girl, I bet it will be on hers, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/My-Baby-First-Steps-Nintendo-Wii/dp/B002DY9KIO"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Baby First Steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is available for the Nintendo DS and the Wii (I reviewed the Wii version), and is rated E for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I received copy of My Baby First Steps from Sandbox Strategies to facilitate my review.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038924077098850325-7923124893679734738?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/7923124893679734738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=7923124893679734738' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/7923124893679734738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/7923124893679734738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/review-my-baby-first-steps.html' title='Review: My Baby First Steps'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SvyWAC2alUI/AAAAAAAACPk/DfOOVxztKl8/s72-c/51ENpYntdfL._SL500_AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-7145894518028619526</id><published>2009-11-16T05:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T05:36:12.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome!</title><content type='html'>Just when I am in danger of doubting my awesomeness, one of my blog buddies comes through with an award:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SwCvMNBGvZI/AAAAAAAACPs/K6acvzF4kkQ/s1600/awesome_blogger_award%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 65px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SwCvMNBGvZI/AAAAAAAACPs/K6acvzF4kkQ/s320/awesome_blogger_award%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404512177032183186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you, &lt;a href="http://rockthecage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sylvia&lt;/a&gt;!  &lt;a href="http://rockthecage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sylvia&lt;/a&gt; is quite the awesome blogger herself.  If you haven't dropped by her place, you really should pay her a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now, I must come up with ten bits of randomness about myself.  That should quickly dissipate my aura of awesomeness . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby Puppy wants a bow and arrow for Christmas.  All together now: "You'll shot your eye out, kid!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the Sunday paper, I read a story about The Great Pumpkin Shortage of 2009.  Have you heard about this?  Apparently, canned pumpkin is going to be as scarce as hen's teeth this holiday season due to crop rot (that was CROP rot, for those of you who are just skimming).  Naturally, I ran right out to the grocery store and stocked up.  So, if you can't find any canned pumpkin, blame me and the crop rot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In honor of my upcoming birthday, I'm thinking about trying to break a bad habit.  But, which one?  There are so many to choose from.  Procrastination?  Maybe next year.  Indecision?  I just can't decide . . .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really wish that I could draw.  I write children's stories, and I would love to be able to illustrate them myself.  Alas, not one of my talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't believe in coincidence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hearing my daughter reading aloud almost brings me to tears.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This week, Sarah Palin is having a book signing in my town.  So much potential blog worthiness!  If you don't hear from me for a few days, discuss amongst yourselves and arrange bail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038924077098850325-7145894518028619526?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/7145894518028619526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=7145894518028619526' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/7145894518028619526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/7145894518028619526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/awesome.html' title='Awesome!'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SwCvMNBGvZI/AAAAAAAACPs/K6acvzF4kkQ/s72-c/awesome_blogger_award%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-8096959242812696010</id><published>2009-11-15T08:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T08:23:33.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffer The Little Children . . .</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, I am a woman who prays.  It's a big part of my life.  My daughter knows this.  She knows the whys, the hows, and to whom.  Baby Puppy and I have talked about prayer many times, but I've never pushed her to do it.  I've always thought that my actions would say more than my words ever could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I walked up on Baby Puppy as she was playing a video game.  As I moved closer, I could hear her whispering under her breath, "Please, God, let me get to the next level, please, God . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, my first thought was to be a little horrified.  It seemed so . . . trivial?  Petty?  A little crass?  All of the above?  But, then I had a second thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often equate having the "faith of a child" with having blind, unquestioning belief.  Perhaps, that's not it at all.  Perhaps, childlike faith is the sure knowledge that nothing is too trivial for God.  Every care, every worry, is worthy of God's attention.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt;, in all of our mundane glory, are worthy of God's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we just want to level up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038924077098850325-8096959242812696010?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/8096959242812696010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=8096959242812696010' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/8096959242812696010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/8096959242812696010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/suffer-little-children.html' title='Suffer The Little Children . . .'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-2200581602742596138</id><published>2009-11-14T06:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T06:32:46.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: JumpStart Escape From Adventure Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SvIEB2HlGyI/AAAAAAAACOc/QDULA-0ggik/s1600-h/51bKLEf31XL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SvIEB2HlGyI/AAAAAAAACOc/QDULA-0ggik/s400/51bKLEf31XL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400383332924332834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Talk about getting lucky!  On the very same day that Baby Puppy was scheduled to get her flu shot, I received my pre-release copy of JumpStart's new game for the Wii, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002SRNFX2/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_1?pf_rd_p=486539851&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=B002MED6GC&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=01DQPGMP78D8AD1Y5ZHV"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escape from Adventure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Can you say "bribery?"  I know I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002SRNFX2/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_1?pf_rd_p=486539851&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=B002MED6GC&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=01DQPGMP78D8AD1Y5ZHV"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escape from Adventure Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a fun adventure style game for ages five to nine.  In story mode, players, collect sand dollars to earn helium tanks in order to inflate a blimp to escape the island.  As they navigate 3D worlds on land and beneath the sea, players are also practicing 150 different math, reading and critical thinking skills.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002SRNFX2/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_1?pf_rd_p=486539851&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=B002MED6GC&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=01DQPGMP78D8AD1Y5ZHV"&gt;Escape from Adventure Island&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;packs quite an educational wallop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a newbie first grader, Baby Puppy is still excited about every new word she can read and every new math problem she can solve.  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002SRNFX2/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_1?pf_rd_p=486539851&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=B002MED6GC&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=01DQPGMP78D8AD1Y5ZHV"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escape from Adventure Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a great game to complement and foster that love of learning.  Plus, it's fun, colorful, and let's you create your own character.  One must have a stylish avatar, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to win a little adventure of your own?  Just leave a comment on &lt;a href="http://blog.jumpstart.com/win/escape/"&gt;The JumpStart Blog&lt;/a&gt; about your family's favorite imaginary escapades.  The prizes . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;50 winners will be randomly chosen to receive a copy of JumpStart Escape from Adventure Island, a brand new Wii™ learning adventure for ages 5-9. Plus, 3 lucky winners will be chosen to receive the Ultimate Escape Prize Pack including: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 copy of JumpStart Escape from Adventure Island (rated E by the ESRB)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Nintendo Wii console – &lt;em&gt;to escape boredom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;$250 in SpaFinder® gift certificates – &lt;em&gt;to escape stress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Flip™ Mino HD video camera – &lt;em&gt;to record your adventures&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 lifetime JumpStart memberships – &lt;em&gt;1 for you, 2 to share with friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;500 JumpStart.com virtual coins – &lt;em&gt;to keep your kids’ online adventure exciting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;JumpStart gear – &lt;em&gt;to dress for adventure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Enter by November 16th.  Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JumpStart provided me with a complimentary copy of the game for review.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038924077098850325-2200581602742596138?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/2200581602742596138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=2200581602742596138' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/2200581602742596138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/2200581602742596138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/review-jumpstart-escape-from-adventure.html' title='Review: JumpStart Escape From Adventure Island'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SvIEB2HlGyI/AAAAAAAACOc/QDULA-0ggik/s72-c/51bKLEf31XL._SL500_AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-5229767031426424010</id><published>2009-11-13T06:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T06:00:02.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Snake's Side Of The Story</title><content type='html'>Here's the deal.&lt;br /&gt;There was one man, one woman, and nothing for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Adam hadn't hunted;&lt;br /&gt;he spent all day watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal Planet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Eve hadn't gathered;&lt;br /&gt;she had a new issue of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Better Gardens and Gardens&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So, Adam says,&lt;br /&gt;"Let's just grab something from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AppleTree's&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;For real, man.  For real.&lt;br /&gt;Would I lie to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little 55 Fiction for my &lt;a href="http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/"&gt;G-Man&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038924077098850325-5229767031426424010?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/5229767031426424010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=5229767031426424010' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/5229767031426424010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/5229767031426424010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/snakes-side-of-story.html' title='The Snake&apos;s Side Of The Story'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-865857534440732278</id><published>2009-11-12T06:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T06:00:07.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Review:  Apple Jacks and Froot Loops With Fiber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SvWf7sCbXjI/AAAAAAAACOs/NHPQdhy4R9I/s1600-h/KidsCereals_185x185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SvWf7sCbXjI/AAAAAAAACOs/NHPQdhy4R9I/s320/KidsCereals_185x185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401399175883218482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my family, I am famous for my longstanding love of Froot Loops.  Until the day I graduated from high school, my mother kept the pantry stocked so that I never had to face a day of school without my morning fix.  Oh, how I loved that colorful, fruity goodness!  But, alas, I am an adult; I must now put away childish things (i.e. things that taste good), be mature, and eat my fiber.  Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Toucan Sam to the rescue!  I am ridiculously happy to announce that &lt;a href="http://www.kelloggsnutrition.com/"&gt;Kellogg's&lt;/a&gt; is introducing &lt;a href="http://www2.kelloggs.com/general.aspx?id=2952"&gt;Froot Loops and Apple Jacks with fiber&lt;/a&gt;.  This is excellent news for kids (9 out of 10 don't get enough fiber in their diet) and adults (like me, who prefer not to eat hay for breakfast) alike.  But, do &lt;a href="http://www2.kelloggs.com/general.aspx?id=2952"&gt;fiber enriched Froot Loops and Apple Jacks&lt;/a&gt; taste like the classics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my pleasure to conduct a highly scientific side-by-side taste test of the new &lt;a href="http://www2.kelloggs.com/general.aspx?id=2952"&gt;Froot Loops with fiber&lt;/a&gt; vs. regular Froot Loops.  According to my discriminating palate, the new Froot Loops taste identical to the beloved original.  The texture might be just a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt; bit finer, but that's the only difference that I could detect (and I was looking!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, &lt;a href="http://www2.kelloggs.com/general.aspx?id=2952"&gt;Froot Loops with fiber&lt;/a&gt; . . .  (served by &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/package/article/0,,20237714_20241213,00.html"&gt;Hugh Jackman&lt;/a&gt; as a healthy part of a nutritious breakfast in bed)  . . . it's my grown-up dream come true!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt; "I wrote this review while participating in a blog tour campaign by &lt;a href="http://momcentral.com/"&gt;Mom Central&lt;/a&gt; on behalf of &lt;a href="http://www.kelloggsnutrition.com/"&gt;Kellogg’s&lt;/a&gt; and received boxes of Froot Loops and Apple Jacks and a gift certificate to thank me for taking the time to participate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038924077098850325-865857534440732278?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/865857534440732278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=865857534440732278' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/865857534440732278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/865857534440732278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/review-apple-jacks-and-froot-loops-with.html' title='Review:  Apple Jacks and Froot Loops With Fiber'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SvWf7sCbXjI/AAAAAAAACOs/NHPQdhy4R9I/s72-c/KidsCereals_185x185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-4540231204440925643</id><published>2009-11-11T06:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T06:04:19.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perils Of Porno Doll Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess it was back in August that Baby Puppy started decorating and planning for Halloween.  It was then that I learned that watching a jack-o'-lantern decay was very high on her six year old bucket list.  I, of course, assured her that we would watch one rot.  Then, I promptly forget all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Puppy did not forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, meet Porno Doll Pumpkin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SvLkkoIDB_I/AAAAAAAACOk/if7Bh7Z0NI4/s1600-h/IMG_5142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SvLkkoIDB_I/AAAAAAAACOk/if7Bh7Z0NI4/s400/IMG_5142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;That's what I call him.  Just look at those angry eyes, that dissolute mouth.  Already, time and his dubious lifestyle choices are having their way with him.  Such a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I manage to grow H1N1 vaccine before I can sneak him to the trash, I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordful Wednesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038924077098850325-4540231204440925643?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/4540231204440925643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=4540231204440925643' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/4540231204440925643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/4540231204440925643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/perils-of-porno-doll-pumpkin.html' title='The Perils Of Porno Doll Pumpkin'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SvLkkoIDB_I/AAAAAAAACOk/if7Bh7Z0NI4/s72-c/IMG_5142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-4552334142364334416</id><published>2009-11-10T06:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T06:23:55.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Sugar Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SvhBjAeTTeI/AAAAAAAACPE/VAy2z_coubI/s1600-h/416MICXKOIL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SvhBjAeTTeI/AAAAAAAACPE/VAy2z_coubI/s320/416MICXKOIL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402139822709231074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlotte "Sugar" Kane is a smart, sexy woman "of a certain age" who hasn't had a hit television series in twenty years.  Sugar is determined to make a comeback, even if it kills her.  According to her doctor, it just might.  What price is too high to pay for success?  And, does love change everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this is a fun read!  Jane Adams' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sugar-Time-Jane-Adams/dp/1439237611/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1257783632&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Sugar Time&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(BookSurge Publishing, 2009) features quick, witty writing, an irresistible, strong female lead, and a story that goes right to the heart of what's really important in life.  I can't tell you how many times I laughed out loud or nodded my head in recognition and agreement.  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sugar-Time-Jane-Adams/dp/1439237611/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1257783632&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sugar Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is hilarious and touching, bawdy and real.  If you're looking for a story that makes you cry a little and giggle a lot, I can't recommend this one enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038924077098850325-4552334142364334416?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/4552334142364334416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=4552334142364334416' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/4552334142364334416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/4552334142364334416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/review-sugar-time.html' title='Review: Sugar Time'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SvhBjAeTTeI/AAAAAAAACPE/VAy2z_coubI/s72-c/416MICXKOIL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-8295751636500354200</id><published>2009-11-09T06:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T06:42:21.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Redneck Parenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-vdXw2ExK7k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-vdXw2ExK7k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I wish that I had had someone around to do this for me.  My prom date, for example, could have used a pistol whipping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038924077098850325-8295751636500354200?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/8295751636500354200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=8295751636500354200' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/8295751636500354200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/8295751636500354200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/redneck-parenting.html' title='Redneck Parenting'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-3695692333841238750</id><published>2009-11-08T07:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:04:16.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework At My House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TyObeUuvoNo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TyObeUuvoNo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost kidding . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my blog would like to send a little thank you note to &lt;a href="http://truthabtmeself.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ekanthapadhikan&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://truthabtmeself.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ekan&lt;/a&gt; sent my blog a present:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SvYqs48O99I/AAAAAAAACO8/QDfHA_RoN0M/s1600-h/a-present-for-your-blog+%281%29.jpe.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SvYqs48O99I/AAAAAAAACO8/QDfHA_RoN0M/s320/a-present-for-your-blog+%281%29.jpe.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401551753765124050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I guess my blog truly has taken on a life of its own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038924077098850325-3695692333841238750?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/3695692333841238750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=3695692333841238750' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/3695692333841238750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/3695692333841238750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/homework-at-my-house.html' title='Homework At My House'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SvYqs48O99I/AAAAAAAACO8/QDfHA_RoN0M/s72-c/a-present-for-your-blog+%281%29.jpe.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-509419676806524110</id><published>2009-11-07T07:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T07:08:15.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, My Hairdresser, And You</title><content type='html'>My dear friend, &lt;a href="http://ytfe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Larry G&lt;/a&gt;, the most romantic guy on the internet, sweetly sent me the Honest Scrap award.  Thank you, &lt;a href="http://ytfe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Larry&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I pass this on, I'm supposed to reveal ten honest things about myself. Well, between me, my hairdresser, and you . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to be a dangerous sleeper.  By that, I mean that I would start swinging if I were disturbed.  Having a co-sleeping, nurse-on-demand infant broke me of that habit immediately.  Now, I could be mauled by wolverines (a rather similar experience, actually) without waking.  But, let someone within a half mile radius whimper "mom," and I'm fully alert.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't colored my three gray hairs, yet, but I'm considering it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dream job is to be a cohost on &lt;a href="http://theview.abc.go.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The View&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Despite hearing all of the blather about taking care of yourself first, I can't do it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If my house was on fire, the only material possession that I would grab on my way out is my planner.  That's OCD for you, baby!  Oh, and I would also be pretty miffed about the unscheduled fire.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can laugh about almost anything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I pray, I picture Jesus listening and gently stroking my hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't sent out a thank you to all of you blood donors in a while.  Did you know one of you might have saved my life?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At this time, there are five generation of women alive in my family.  Women in my family typically live to be 100.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a talk radio junkie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Your turn, &lt;a href="http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Petra Michelle&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038924077098850325-509419676806524110?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/509419676806524110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=509419676806524110' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/509419676806524110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/509419676806524110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-my-hairdresser-and-you.html' title='Me, My Hairdresser, And You'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-6637806079187315141</id><published>2009-11-06T06:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T06:20:47.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aphrodisiac</title><content type='html'>"What was it," he asked.  "What kept things so hot between us when we were dating?  Was it the expensive dinners?  The dancing?  Back in the day, you could barely keep your hands off of me.  So, what was it?  What did I do then that I don't do now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You went home," she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Friday 55 (fiction in exactly 55 words) for my &lt;a href="http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/"&gt;G-Man&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038924077098850325-6637806079187315141?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/6637806079187315141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=6637806079187315141' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/6637806079187315141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/6637806079187315141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/aphrodisiac.html' title='Aphrodisiac'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-2806929165208323825</id><published>2009-11-05T05:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T05:28:06.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dona Nobis Pacem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/Su2ssWv1VyI/AAAAAAAACM4/z13vznqv1Cs/s1600-h/NOV09globebottomRight.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/Su2ssWv1VyI/AAAAAAAACM4/z13vznqv1Cs/s400/NOV09globebottomRight.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399161406307522338" 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/5038924077098850325-2806929165208323825?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/2806929165208323825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=2806929165208323825' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/2806929165208323825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/2806929165208323825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/dona-nobis-pacem.html' title='Dona Nobis Pacem'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/Su2ssWv1VyI/AAAAAAAACM4/z13vznqv1Cs/s72-c/NOV09globebottomRight.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-1476266105342628608</id><published>2009-11-04T06:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:31:55.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Very Picture Of Suffering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Baby Puppy insisted that the poor dog be outfitted properly for Halloween.  According to her, he enjoys it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/Su7qpuroXNI/AAAAAAAACN4/NvwVXk6P4zM/s1600-h/IMG_1792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/Su7qpuroXNI/AAAAAAAACN4/NvwVXk6P4zM/s400/IMG_1792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, judging by the great steaming pile of revenge he left on my carpet, I think that he was less than thrilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038924077098850325-1476266105342628608?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/1476266105342628608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=1476266105342628608' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/1476266105342628608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/1476266105342628608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/very-picture-of-suffering.html' title='The Very Picture Of Suffering'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/Su7qpuroXNI/AAAAAAAACN4/NvwVXk6P4zM/s72-c/IMG_1792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-5563357862228119111</id><published>2009-11-03T06:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T06:20:27.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Don't Get My Coffee . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/Su7wXWB8DtI/AAAAAAAACOA/HGkxf-8XF6o/s1600-h/IMG_5112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/Su7wXWB8DtI/AAAAAAAACOA/HGkxf-8XF6o/s400/IMG_5112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Daddy Zen and Mama Zombie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It ain't pretty!&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/5038924077098850325-5563357862228119111?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/5563357862228119111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=5563357862228119111' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/5563357862228119111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/5563357862228119111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-i-dont-get-my-coffee.html' title='When I Don&apos;t Get My Coffee . . .'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/Su7wXWB8DtI/AAAAAAAACOA/HGkxf-8XF6o/s72-c/IMG_5112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038924077098850325.post-2846271137309688297</id><published>2009-11-02T05:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T05:37:20.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobbin' And Weavin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SuxDya5r4ZI/AAAAAAAACMY/dK_caWLdq5c/s1600-h/IMG_5089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SuxDya5r4ZI/AAAAAAAACMY/dK_caWLdq5c/s400/IMG_5089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bobs!  She weaves!  And, that poor kid couldn't lay a glove on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, please note the elusive species &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mother&lt;/span&gt; reflected in the mirror.  A rare capture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038924077098850325-2846271137309688297?l=thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/2846271137309688297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5038924077098850325&amp;postID=2846271137309688297' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/2846271137309688297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038924077098850325/posts/default/2846271137309688297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/2009/11/bobbin-and-weavin.html' title='Bobbin&apos; And Weavin&apos;'/><author><name>Mama Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866</uri><email>kelli@pfrog.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07429026924571805061'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHTNKEOyoNs/SuxDya5r4ZI/AAAAAAAACMY/dK_caWLdq5c/s72-c/IMG_5089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>38</thr:total></entry></feed>