<?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-5747010949204592300</id><updated>2009-11-12T18:28:25.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Also Known As Ed</title><subtitle type='html'>Everything you ever wanted to know about us...and sometimes more.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-6393300039045314023</id><published>2009-10-30T09:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:40:46.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you MLB</title><content type='html'>It's Drug Free Week in our local school district.  Just say NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day the kids were something theme related - Monday was PJ's, Tuesday was Camo, Wednesday was dress like a nerd, Thursday was Jersey day.   Today is wear all red.  Because red is the drug free color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I load up Preston for school in red track pants, black shirt and red sweatshirt.  On the way to school, I ask him "why are you wearing red today?"  Here's how it went down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  "Why are you wearing red today?  What does it stand for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston: "Texas Tech"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  "yes, but what else?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  "just say no to drugs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  "Right!  Drugs are really bad, they ruin your life.  You can't get a good job or have a full life if you are on drugs.  We don't need drugs to feel good.  If you do drugs, you'll get kicked off the team.  They are just really bad for you.  You can't play sports if you are using drugs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  "But Manny Ramirez uses drugs and he plays for the Dodgers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence... What do you say to that?  Seriously...what do you say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say "he's a creep". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?  I didn't know what to say!  So then I took the opportunity to tell him about Josh Hamilton and how he got addicted to drugs and was kicked out of baseball and almost lost his family, but then he let Jesus start running his life and now he's on top of the world.  Preston does love Josh Hamilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick that there are so many horrible examples in professional sports.  My kid watches any game that's on.  He watches Sports Center.  He loves sports, and he loves certain athletes.  It's just heart breaking when we try to teach our kids the right thing, and there's so many others telling him the wrong thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5747010949204592300-6393300039045314023?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/6393300039045314023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=6393300039045314023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/6393300039045314023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/6393300039045314023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-you-mlb.html' title='Thank you MLB'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-4962470176171266228</id><published>2009-10-27T12:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:38:48.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Blastoff Ramblings</title><content type='html'>The boys have been sick, so I've had lots of time to play with my new Blastoff page.  I've ordered a few things.  I need to order some more coffee.  Anyhow...if you have not set up your Blastoff page, what are you waiting for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my frugal blog &lt;a href="http://www.weirfrugalblastoffshoppers.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; - I've been writing about it.  It also has a swell link to my Frugal Shoppers group on Facebook.  I am digging this - so much fun to tell others how to save money!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.weirfrugalblastoffshoppers.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not set up your own Blastoff page, you can now!  Pizza Hut is about to launch their own advertising campaign around it this week.  (you can read all about it in my Frugal blog...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://my.blastoffnetwork.com/amyweir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5747010949204592300-4962470176171266228?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/4962470176171266228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=4962470176171266228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/4962470176171266228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/4962470176171266228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-blastoff-ramblings.html' title='More Blastoff Ramblings'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-6435616276337999627</id><published>2009-10-23T12:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T14:33:57.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Marry a Casserole?</title><content type='html'>My husband is a trained chef.  He went to the New England Culinary Institute in Vermont.  His mastery has been published, by way of the chef he worked for during his internship.  His chef published a cookbook, and Joe prepared and plated several items - including the cover.  He's good.  His food is amazing.  He is not in the profession, but he gets joy from cooking.  For the first 12 years of our marriage, he did most of the cooking.  He loves to cook.  I, on the other hand - hated to cook.  In all honesty, it might be the fact that cooking for a trained chef.  Ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with TV Joe doing all his TV Joe duties at work...for 12 hours a day... I was forced to either learn how to cook or get a job at the Sonic to help supplement our bill there.  In the beginning, I was not very good.  And I resisted training from Joe - I'm a smart girl, surely I could follow a recipe?  I watched Rachael Ray, Paula Deen - Food Network 24/7.  I'm not sure when it happened...I wasn't really paying attention...but I got good at it.  I made few things that I thought "hey I could serve this to guest", or "this didn't completely suck".  I became an expert at Taco Soup, spaghetti - basics.  I made a good roasted corn chowder.  Then my friend Janna started her &lt;a href="http://www.honeyedhashette.blogspot.com/"&gt;food blog&lt;/a&gt; and made it look so pretty and easy, and I really started trying hard.  I think it might have been last year when I made a roasted pork tenderloin with a mustard apricot glaze and new potatoes.  I plated it, stepped back and actually felt pride.  It was beautiful, cooked well and delicious.  From then I decided to try at least one new recipe a week, if our schedule allowed.  And I began to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night I decided to cook a King Ranch Chicken Casserole.  I read about it on some blog, and thought it looked easy and good.  It called for 2 cream soups, rotel, tortillas, chicken and cheese.  That's it.  Sounded good...but sounded boring.  Surely I could jazz this up.  So I started googling and read about 10 recipes for KRCC and got a little spice list compiled. &lt;br /&gt;So I made this recipe Monday.  Layer tortillas, layer chicken/soup/rotel/broth/spices mixture, layer cheese, layer mixture, layer cheese.  Done.  In the midst of cooking, I got a call reminding me that TV Joe would not be home for dinner, he was going to watch Monday Night Football.  Well, I'm not cooking this for 2 picky kids and me.  I was about to wrap it in foil and throw it in the freezer when I realized I forgot the rotel tomatoes.  I tried to gently remove the tortillas from the layers to keep them from getting into the chicken mixture.  It didn't work very well.  So I thought, screw it - I'm just going to mix these tortillas in and then layer some extras.   Good move, Ed.  This made the casserole have a bit of a stuffing/dressing consistency.  I pulled it out of the freezer last night and popped it in the oven.  It. Was. So. Good.  So good.  Soooooooo good.  I want to marry this casserole.  I have leftovers in the fridge that I'm eating slowly to make them last.  Yum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I came up with:  (and know, I get about 5lbs of rotisserie chicken breast at Costco for casseroles and freeze in 1# bags - love it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Ranch Chicken Casserole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lb cooked chicked breast, diced&lt;br /&gt;1 can cream of mushroom soup&lt;br /&gt;1 can cream of chicken soup&lt;br /&gt;1 can rotel tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;1t chili powder&lt;br /&gt;1/4t salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4t garlic&lt;br /&gt;1t cumin&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;10-12 corn tortillas&lt;br /&gt;2 cups colby jack cheese (or cheddar, mexican blend - whatever you like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350&lt;br /&gt;Spray the bottom of a casserole dish with pam.  Cut or tear the corn tortillas into small triangles.  Layer 1/3 of the tortillas in the dish.  Mix chicken, soups, tomatoes, spices, broth and 1/3 of the tortillas in a bowl.  Layer 1/2 the mixture on top of the tortillas.  Sprinkle 1/2 the cheese.  Spread 1/3 (remainder) of the tortillas on top.  Add the rest of the mixture.  Sprinkle with remainder of the cheese.  Cook for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good.  I served with Mexican rice.  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5747010949204592300-6435616276337999627?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/6435616276337999627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=6435616276337999627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/6435616276337999627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/6435616276337999627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-i-marry-casserole.html' title='Can I Marry a Casserole?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-1052170191556937972</id><published>2009-10-21T19:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:39:34.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone Scrapbook?</title><content type='html'>I assure you I will return to boring you with my everyday details of my exciting life in suburbia, but I'm so busy with this Blastoff launch - trying to get the word out on how COOL it is to earn cash back that I have to dedicate both blogs to this effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosey over to my shopping blog to learn how you can earn 5% cash back on your digital prints.  And earn a referral on the digital prints that your scrapbooking friends order - down to 10 degrees.  Awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://weirfrugalblastoffshoppers.blogspot.com/2009/10/snapfish-photo-developing-christmas.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5747010949204592300-1052170191556937972?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/1052170191556937972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=1052170191556937972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/1052170191556937972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/1052170191556937972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/10/anyone-scrapbook.html' title='Anyone Scrapbook?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-5241171965323334162</id><published>2009-10-19T13:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:04:54.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blastoff Shopping Blog - first purchase</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all - I have a new internet shopping blog to get the word out on this new network that pays cash back on your online purchases at over 300 retailers - including Target, Walmart, Kmart, Barnes &amp;amp; Noble, Borders, Sephora, on and on.  It's completely free - all you have to do is sign up!  And then when you invite your friends to sign up, you get a referral bonus on THEIR purchases, up to 10 degrees of separation from you!  Amazing!  The site goes live in a few days - check out my other blog for more info!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://weirfrugalblastoffshoppers.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5747010949204592300-5241171965323334162?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/5241171965323334162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=5241171965323334162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/5241171965323334162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/5241171965323334162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-blastoff-shopping-blog-first.html' title='My Blastoff Shopping Blog - first purchase'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-1464698410541217310</id><published>2009-10-06T16:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:37:16.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Slowest Driver Rears Her *perfect* Head</title><content type='html'>You all remember &lt;a href="http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/02/few-shout-outs.html"&gt;the slowest driver in Colleyville&lt;/a&gt;, right?  There was much rejoicing when I discovered that her child now goes to the middle school.  Can I get a hallelujah?  I'm finally rid of the 25-mile-per-hour-when-we-are-rushing-to-school-hurry-don't-get-a-tardy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live next to the gate on our street.   The gate only opens for the school bus.  It's wonderful because the boys can play in the street out there fairly safely.  The gate opens from 7:10 until about 7:45 or longer - I have no idea how long, I'm always gone by then.  So the middle school bus stops on our street, and apparently now the slowest driver brings her child to our street.  Now the way I see this - if you are getting in your car to bring your child to the bus stop, shouldn't you just drive them all the way to school?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today this car was stopped the wrong way on the corner of my street and the major street.  And she sat there for a while.  A long while.  Probably only 2 minutes, but it felt an eternity.  I could not turn, I could not go around her.  Grrrrr.  But we finally made it and she turned into her neighborhood.  Time to accelerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right into the NEW slowest driver in Colleyville.  That's right.  The sweet little black Mercedes SUV is slightly faster that it's prettier sister, the black Audi SUV.  This one drives 23 miles per hour down the 30mph road to school.  Oh boy.  I'm going to have to pray for patience on the way to school.  Road rage in the carpool lane is never a good idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5747010949204592300-1464698410541217310?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/1464698410541217310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=1464698410541217310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/1464698410541217310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/1464698410541217310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/10/slowest-driver-rears-her-perfect-head.html' title='The Slowest Driver Rears Her *perfect* Head'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-8371337610104942413</id><published>2009-09-28T11:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:54:51.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall TV Round-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt; fall. I love you so much. Something about a northern breeze seriously refreshes the soul. Here in Texas, summer is like literally walking through fire. And that first cold front is just the best day of the year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you God for helping us survive another summer. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;, we would not be offended if you didn't make next summer quite this harsh. Ding dong it was hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But along with fall's cool breeze comes the ever-exciting Fall TV Premiers! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! I love TV. I use to have more time for it, but since prime time TV is not good for little ears, we are careful with our 7:00 pm viewing. Sporting events, Disney or Sprout is on in the background. The 8:00 hour is the kids bath, reading, dishes and get them to bed hour.  So I typically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; most shows and watch in the 9:00 - 11:00 hour. That's the beauty of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; - you can see two 1-hour shows in about 1 and a half hours...or less.  My must-see shows are The Biggest Loser, The Office, 30 Rock, Grey's Anatomy, Desperate Housewives and Brothers and Sisters. If I don't catch these live, I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt;, or watch online during my lunch hour. We watch Dancing with the Stars, but it's typically background noise. I'm not in love with any contestants this season. I also like Castle, but I don't care if I see it or not. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; Law &amp;amp; Order &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SVU&lt;/span&gt; - Joe loves this show, and it's definitely not child appropriate. Honestly, I have a hard time watching because I would rather laugh for an hour.  And before you judge me for the amount of TV I watch - I do watch much of this while I'm eating my lunch at work.  I carry a lot of worry about my family and this lovely economy and political environment that I just want to veg for an hour each day and not think about anything but fictional people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most networks have unveiled their fall premiers, and I've watched a few new shows. Some are keepers. I have The Good Wife (CBS) on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; - have not watched yet. I love Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Noth&lt;/span&gt;. Mr. Big. Sigh. But from the looks of things, it's not likely that it will make my roundup since I have yet to watch it.  I caught the first episode of Mercy (NBC) and fell in love with it. You have love a medical drama with a few laughs. I caught Modern Family (ABC) online last week. It was very, very funny, despite objectionable family values - not a big fan of kids being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;snarky&lt;/span&gt; or sassy to their parents.  Again, won't be watching with the kids. This show will be one I would not mind watching, but I won't worry about missing. I caught Cougar Town (ABC) online and I thought it was okay, except a little too much...like the kid walking in on mom and 20-something about to do things you normally only see on HBO...awkward.  And besides that, if Courtney Cox-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Arquette&lt;/span&gt; can't score a man at 40... and feels terrible about her body, then I think the rest of us are screwed.  This show could use some better writers.  She's a great actress - give her something to work with!   Anyhow...moving on...I forgot to set the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; for Flash Forward (ABC) - it looks a bit like LOST (love LOST), but I worry about cool shows like this. You get all attached to them, then the network decides they are too expensive to produce and they get cut. I will likely try to catch this online this week and at least give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the real winner of the season premiers has fallen into the hands of Fox and their new show, Glee. Glee is amazing. Amazing. Funny, witty, harsh - I love it. If you saw "Election" with Reese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Witherspoon&lt;/span&gt; and Matthew Broderick, it's *that* kind of humor - a little dark, a little "tongue in cheek". And it has Jane Lynch - the incredibly funny actress. She's genius. Joe and I love this show. Love love love love love it. If you have not seen it, please check it out. Hilarious.  And the music is OUTSTANDING.  Outstanding.  You simply must watch this show.  I now look forward to it like I did my beloved Gilmore Girls.  Moment of silence for the girls....I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glee and Mercy - I'd say these are my top picks thus far for must see TV.  Stay tuned for my Biggest Loser picks.  I really should have done this after episode one, but honestly the people kicked off thus far weren't really my pick anyway.  Except maybe the red team.  I love me some youth minister - he brought a great something extra to the show.  Okay enough of that...I'll get on to my opinions after tomorrow's show - and I do have some hot sports opinions about some of these people!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5747010949204592300-8371337610104942413?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/8371337610104942413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=8371337610104942413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/8371337610104942413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/8371337610104942413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall-tv-round-up.html' title='Fall TV Round-Up'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-6563017624679531429</id><published>2009-09-15T16:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:30:35.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old McDonald's</title><content type='html'>This morning on the way to school, Biggie and I were singing "Old McDonald's". If you have a toddler, you know it's not Old MacDonald, it's Old McDonald's. It's a trick they use to remind you of their favorite place to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're going through the usual cast of characters on McDonald's farm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that farm he had a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duck&lt;br /&gt;chicken&lt;br /&gt;cow&lt;br /&gt;horse&lt;br /&gt;lamb&lt;br /&gt;pig&lt;br /&gt;dog&lt;br /&gt;cat&lt;br /&gt;monkey&lt;br /&gt;elephant&lt;br /&gt;tractor&lt;br /&gt;farmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last verse, I sing "and on that farm he had a ....." waiting for him to fill in what was next and he said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that's all he had"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny kid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5747010949204592300-6563017624679531429?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/6563017624679531429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=6563017624679531429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/6563017624679531429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/6563017624679531429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-mcdonalds.html' title='Old McDonald&apos;s'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-2383029723658363348</id><published>2009-09-11T13:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:33:57.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reposting - Never Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/SqqYDFxWvMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/F0ArzwMGldU/s1600-h/sept+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380279883703696578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/SqqYDFxWvMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/F0ArzwMGldU/s320/sept+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2008/09/never-forget.html"&gt;Never Forget - my story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5747010949204592300-2383029723658363348?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/2383029723658363348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=2383029723658363348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/2383029723658363348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/2383029723658363348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/09/reposting-never-forget.html' title='Reposting - Never Forget'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/SqqYDFxWvMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/F0ArzwMGldU/s72-c/sept+11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-5481679375553893332</id><published>2009-09-10T16:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:28:57.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay time to dumb down this blog</title><content type='html'>Happy September!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on blogcation.  Bigtime.  Like since what, May?  Sorry.  To my 2 readers, I apologize.  Here's the thing.  I think that I place too high of expectations on this poor little blog.  Like I need to have pictures and be funny or clever.  But I don't have time to post pictures every week.  Yet there's so much going on around here that's blog-worthy to me.  Like the funny things my boys say.  Or the fact that the k on my computer is plucked off by one of these boys, which makes things difficult.  I use odd synonyms to get around using this letter.  I'll call my children the boys or children so I don't have to spell out kids.  Or the fact that there are fire ants in my pantry and I am convinced they are playing games with me.  And they are really smart.  I actually saw one carrying the body of another I had killed.  Who knew the ants had such a brotherhood?  I am convinced they are trying to see just how many foul words I can say at them under my breath.  Hopefully the bug guy can get rid of them.  2nd treatment.  Little annoying ants.  Then there's the annoying people of my town.  The slowest driver in town has reared her ugly driving habits just in time for school to start.  And the tool in the drive-through at school who pulls up in his Porsche convertible.  He has to get out of the car to let his boys out of the back seat.  This causes a delay and when you push it to the limit on time as we do, every second counts.  I'm so over him.  So much to say.  So I'm going to bring down the expectation level a bit.  Sometime you'll get pictures, sometimes a rant about politics, or the poor driving habits of my neighbors, or TV/music/movies.  But I will try harder.  Now I have to get on with the Thursday beating  - baseball practice.  Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5747010949204592300-5481679375553893332?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/5481679375553893332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=5481679375553893332' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/5481679375553893332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/5481679375553893332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-time-to-dumb-down-this-blog.html' title='Okay time to dumb down this blog'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-6991900888410547215</id><published>2009-06-17T17:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:12:45.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We are on bacation.  Bergen calls it bacation, and it's kind of stuck.  Stay tuned next week for many pictures from San Antonio.  Bacation Rocks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/5747010949204592300-6991900888410547215?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/6991900888410547215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=6991900888410547215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/6991900888410547215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/6991900888410547215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/06/bacation.html' title='Bacation'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-5582765866927315971</id><published>2009-06-04T09:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:39:41.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope's Journey Garage Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/Sifb4JmlSeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/POCqYLUj69M/s1600-h/hope%27s+journey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343481240595286498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/Sifb4JmlSeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/POCqYLUj69M/s320/hope%27s+journey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanted to let you know of a very worthwhile cause on Saturday. One that you can give and get at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the minister's family at our church is trying to adopt a young lady from Ukraine. They feel totally led by God that this is the right thing for their family, but for some reason I'll never understand, you need like a bazillion dollars to adopt. What's up with that?  Read more about their story &lt;a href="http://kristibrown.org/Adoption.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This Saturday, there's a HUGE garage sale to help raise money for adoption fees. Please see below the details. There will be something there for everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Date: Saturday, June 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Time: 8:00am - 2:00pm&lt;br /&gt;Location:Covenant Christian Academy&lt;br /&gt;901 Cheek-Sparger Rd.&lt;br /&gt;Colleyville, TX  76034&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5747010949204592300-5582765866927315971?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/5582765866927315971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=5582765866927315971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/5582765866927315971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/5582765866927315971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/06/hopes-journey-garage-sale.html' title='Hope&apos;s Journey Garage Sale'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/Sifb4JmlSeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/POCqYLUj69M/s72-c/hope%27s+journey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-5029207477121493847</id><published>2009-06-03T13:31:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:52:55.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of School Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/SibE35xjDLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/OAlWfl98T9I/s1600-h/preston+lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343174472602160306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/SibE35xjDLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/OAlWfl98T9I/s320/preston+lunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the 1st grade, you eat lunch at 11am. Sooooo early! But in Kinder you eat at 10:30....which is usually when I'm finishing up my coffee. I never made it to school last year to eat at 10:30 and I'm going to go ahead and blame Bergen. Who wants to drag a 1 year old up there? Not me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This year I ate with Preston....ZERO times. Yes, I know... I'm SUCH a good mother! But I work through my lunch so I can leave early and pick him up from school. So no need to call CPS...I'm really not THAT bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I suprised Preston with a Happy Meal for lunch and saved him from the dreaded "Culinary Favorites" day which is basically "whatever is leftover" day. These poor kids were eating flatbread with cheese and garlic. When Preston saw me he ran and gave me a big hug and said "thank you for saving me from Culinary Favorites"!! HA! That really made me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I enjoyed the company of several 7 year old boys fresh off the playground. Sweat + Garlicky Flatbread. Awesome. They are such sweet boys. I had a really good time! I told Preston I would eat with him more often next year when the lunch time is bumped up to 11:30. And I will check to make sure it's not "culinary favorites" day. Yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But this story is not quite complete without a run-in with the mom who is *always* at school and another mom...baby in tow. It went a little something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Always there mom to Mom with baby - "are you eating lunch?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom with baby - "No - and I haven't all year and I feel bad about it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me - "Don't feel bad! You have a baby! And this is the first time I've eaten here...ever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Always there mom to me - "You've never eaten lunch here with your child?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me - "No. It's 11am! I just finished my coffee! No really, I work and well, I work. My boss is out of town so...oh look at the time...gotta run...back to work."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So thank you Always There Mom for bursting my bubble and making me feel like a slacker mom. I wonder if she drives that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/02/few-shout-outs.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mercedes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5747010949204592300-5029207477121493847?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/5029207477121493847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=5029207477121493847' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/5029207477121493847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/5029207477121493847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-day-of-school-lunch.html' title='Last Day of School Lunch'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/SibE35xjDLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/OAlWfl98T9I/s72-c/preston+lunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-8552758123877593243</id><published>2009-05-18T09:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:36:21.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm still here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been, um, &lt;em&gt;gently&lt;/em&gt; pointed out that I've been MIA too long. And I have. I admit. And since &lt;a href="http://www.theaggys.blogspot.com/"&gt;the world's worst blogger &lt;/a&gt;called &lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt; the world's worst blogger...I thought I'd better pop my head in to give an update. (Wendy - you are no longer the world's worst blogger...you've been rockin' it lately girl!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;In a nutshell... the list below details some things that are happening around me, to me, or to my family or friends. Some are good, some are bad, some are downright horrible. And yes, some are mentioned more than once, meaning...a real time consumer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~father-in-law's cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~depression - not mine, but someone close to me...but praise the Lord - it's over! Stro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ngest woman I know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~baseball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~dirty house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~skiing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Easter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Trip to Abilene for Joe's Distinguished Young Alumni Award ceremony!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~baseball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Aunt's death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~house guests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~baseball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~injury - fell and really hurt myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~other family health issues - not mine people...I'm fine...aside from being clumsy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~PROMOTION for TV Joe!! Yay to my little rockstar husband!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~baseball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~cooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~dirty house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~baseball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~trying to burn some stress at the gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHEW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm still blissfully happy, mainly because anger and all around pootiness just takes too much energy. Our little family of 4 is fine...the world is just spinning quickly around us. We are blessed beyond what we deserve...roof over head and food on the table, great new promotion for TV Joe (I guess we should call him Corporate Joe now?). There's just a lot going on in my little brain. I'm so ready for summer. I am having to alter my work schedule to take care of the kids, and I'm happy to have a little time to work from home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, here's what I plan to tell you about in the coming days as I catch up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Skiing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Easter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Bergenisms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Trip to Abilene where Joe won Distinguished Young Alumni at our university&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Baseball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Spring Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Upcoming Vacation to San Antonio/Family Reunion to Camp Wood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(you haven't lived until you've been dunked in the &lt;a href="http://nuecesriver.com/"&gt;Nueces River&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~More Baseball - Preston made the summer league - we'll play 'til end of June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I promise not to stay away so long again. Thanks for the little nudge sweet friend. I do need to record these precious times happening around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5747010949204592300-8552758123877593243?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/8552758123877593243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=8552758123877593243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/8552758123877593243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/8552758123877593243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/05/yes-im-still-here.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m still here'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-3160001945223678884</id><published>2009-03-16T15:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:10:34.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not smart enough to link a you tube and a picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanted this picture to go together with the video below, but well...let's just be glad I remembered the simple things like my phone number today, okay?? I'm getting ready for Spring Break and have a little pre-trip anxiety as we are about to haul our kids to Crested Butte...including sweet, wild and crazy Biggie B...where we are meeting 3 other families...with 4 more kids...that's 6 kids...in one house...yeah. Yee Haw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, this picture is from Bergen's first playdate with his little girlfriend Eva. Eva's momma is my lifesaver, my sounding board, my gym buddy, my drinkin' buddy...the best friend a girl could ever want. She offered to take Bergen so I could take a conference call and not worry about him screaming in the background. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313893384630494530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/Sb694Q0y5UI/AAAAAAAAAOc/-JLiT-PYIH4/s320/bergen+eva+chick+fil+a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They were thanking God for Chick fil A...which we really should do everyday, dontcha think? The world could be going to you know what in a hand basket, but we still have the happiness of the Chicken Mini and the beautiful taste balance of the fried chicken breast and pickles!! Wash it all down with the lemonade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They also ran to the grocery store, where they were bribed with suckers and got to ride in the car. Are these two the most adorable children in the world??? Eva looks like she's got Bergen's number. Hilarious!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313895274328868290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/Sb6_mQf_xcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/7Pro3Vbn7EY/s320/bergen+and+eva+grocery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5747010949204592300-3160001945223678884?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/3160001945223678884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=3160001945223678884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/3160001945223678884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/3160001945223678884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-smart-enough-to-link-you-tube.html' title='I&apos;m not smart enough to link a you tube and a picture'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/Sb694Q0y5UI/AAAAAAAAAOc/-JLiT-PYIH4/s72-c/bergen+eva+chick+fil+a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-7643971717854785656</id><published>2009-03-16T15:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:54:41.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This about sums up our love for the combo #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/NsJHqstPuNo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/NsJHqstPuNo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5747010949204592300-7643971717854785656?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/7643971717854785656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=7643971717854785656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/7643971717854785656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/7643971717854785656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-about-sums-up-our-love-for-combo-1_16.html' title='This about sums up our love for the combo #1'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-8082768077061916498</id><published>2009-03-12T16:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:08:32.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculously Good Treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/SbmE17W2nWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ESUtVzsq0hY/s1600-h/all+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312423297461689698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/SbmE17W2nWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ESUtVzsq0hY/s320/all+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I have lots of blogs that I read every morning. Some people I know &lt;a href="http://honeyedhashette.blogspot.com/"&gt;quite well&lt;/a&gt;, some that I've met a &lt;a href="http://kimstagliano.blogspot.com/"&gt;few times&lt;/a&gt;, and some that I've &lt;a href="http://tracy-strengthened.blogspot.com/"&gt;never met&lt;/a&gt;, but found here in cyberspace.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;a href="http://crusoncrew.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cruson Crew&lt;/a&gt; is a blog by a friend of a friend. We've met several times, she's sweet as the candy I'm about to tell you about. I read her blog because she's really, really funny and most days I need good laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days ago, she posted the following recipe. It sounded so good...so good that I had to try it. Before we get started, let me just add that she puts a little pecan on top, but Biggie B is allergic to nuts and Preston would rather go hungry than eat a nut, so we don't put them in anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rolo-Marshmallow-Pretzel Bites (I made up this name...I'm sure it's actually called something much more cleaver)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preheat the oven to 350 degrees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gather the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rolos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Butter Snap Pretzels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marshmallows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Line up the pretzels on a baking sheet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312423300014842962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/SbmE2E3kpFI/AAAAAAAAANY/-XgmS3EgxR4/s320/pretzel+lined+up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put a Rolo on top of each pretzel. Put a marshmallow on top of each Rolo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312423303608904514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/SbmE2SQdq0I/AAAAAAAAANg/Fmm7_knj4Eo/s320/ready+to+go.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Place in the oven for about 3 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once you pull them out, you can take a pecan and smush them down, or if you are not using nuts, take a knife lightly sprayed with Pam and smush them down a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312423309964828610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/SbmE2p71X8I/AAAAAAAAANo/Rsv2InW1hWc/s320/out+of+oven.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can wait until they cool down, you are a stronger woman than me. These little jewels are the perfect mix of salty/sweet/chewy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312423312680512930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/SbmE20DTbaI/AAAAAAAAANw/NwPiqVQaJx8/s320/finished+product.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try not to eat them all at once. Yeah, good luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thursday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5747010949204592300-8082768077061916498?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/8082768077061916498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=8082768077061916498' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/8082768077061916498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/8082768077061916498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/03/ridiculously-good-treats.html' title='Ridiculously Good Treats'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/SbmE17W2nWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ESUtVzsq0hY/s72-c/all+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-7117012188626404157</id><published>2009-03-02T10:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:38:26.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Elmo's Tree-Hugging Liberal Propaganda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;One of the perks of being married to a bigtime TV executive is free tickets to shows that no one else wants.  Last night we took both kids to see Elmo live at Nokia Theater.  It was  a nice little story about finding a place to plant a flower and how we should love our earth.  I am joking about the "tree hugging liberal propaganda".  It wasn't bad...that's just my attempt at being funny.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TV Joe scored us the suite at Nokia, stocked with a 6-pack of Dr. Pepper, a 6-pack of beer and 2 bags of popcorn.  We met some of his clients who we just so happen to really like and took in the Elmo show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Preston is 7 and is WAY too cool to see Elmo.  He was really embarrassed to go, so I told him to take his DS and play games in the suite if he got too "bored".  He forgets he was a huge Elmo fan back in the day.  He even had an Elmo hat that we scored at his first Elmo concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Halfway through the first act, he was talking to TV Joe and our client and said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I don't really like Elmo, I'm just here to see if it has changed any since 2002". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5747010949204592300-7117012188626404157?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/7117012188626404157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=7117012188626404157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/7117012188626404157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/7117012188626404157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/03/elmos-tree-hugging-liberal-propaganda.html' title='Elmo&apos;s Tree-Hugging Liberal Propaganda'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-7647887716350958878</id><published>2009-02-27T13:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:52:07.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A few shout outs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To the slowest driver in Colleyville that just so happens to leave her neighborhood at the exact moment we drive by every morning - you have German engineering in that little Mercedes. The Germans should take your car away in the night for driving so slowly. It's the long, skinny peddle on the right. And I hope our kids never meet in the hallway because my son now knows you as "the slowest driver in Colleyville".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To the Schlotzsky's down the road. I'm not sure why I torture myself by going to your drive-thru. You are painfully slower than the slowest driver in Colleyville. And when I say unsweet tea, I mean unsweet tea. This isn't Georgia...sweet tea is not a default. But if you are going to give me sweet tea, could you at least slip a straw into the bag so I can actually drink it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To the lady at Weight Watchers who doesn't like the taste of water. Really? Suck it up. Your kidney doesn't like the taste of splenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To the lady at the park Wednesday - I'm so glad your daughter has taught her 18 month old twins to clean up. I have news for you - all 18 month olds like to help mom. And despite your condescending tone when I said "wait til they turn 7" - mark my words. Those precious toddlers will start handing you and your mother of the year daughter their trash, sucker sticks, gum and anything else they don't want to hold on to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well that feels good now, doesn't it. I have more...but my lunch hour is up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5747010949204592300-7647887716350958878?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/7647887716350958878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=7647887716350958878' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/7647887716350958878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/7647887716350958878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/02/few-shout-outs.html' title='A few shout outs'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-5575785391438521592</id><published>2009-02-09T09:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:34:10.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That Biggie B</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I've stated in the past, we are big "Extreme Makeover Home Edition" fans.  Last night was especially sad and rewarding.  I was crying within 5 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I took Biggie B for his bath about 7:30pm, let him play around, then we made our way back to the living room in time for the "big reveal".  They "moved that bus" and showed the world the new house (which was kinda castle-like...very cool).  Biggie B (age 2.5) looks up at the TV and says (and I'm quoting here) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Wha a bootiful house.  I want that house.  It so pretty!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just stared at him.  This child never ceases to amaze me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5747010949204592300-5575785391438521592?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/5575785391438521592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=5575785391438521592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/5575785391438521592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/5575785391438521592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/02/that-biggie-b.html' title='That Biggie B'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-1540018089024729396</id><published>2009-01-30T11:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:12:22.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you make a grown man cry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;P-Ditty made TV Joe this card for his birthday...and the tears started to flow. It really is very sweet.  He spelled "hero" wrong...so cute.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297134760469176386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/SYMz_80joEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nsDrATpE8J8/s320/hero.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would show you the inside, but it was too hard to photograph. It was a picture of TV Joe and P-Ditty...in the shower. But P-Ditty said "don't worry, I didn't put our privates!" LOL that kid is hilarious.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And Bergen gave him this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297134761638449762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/SYM0ABLVUmI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YVTNu7m4D5M/s320/bergen+picture+for+daddy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I gave him this...which will be served in heaven. Did I mention how good this cake is??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297135085524098498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/SYM0S3vsHcI/AAAAAAAAAMs/X9_JZrr7iO4/s320/m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5747010949204592300-1540018089024729396?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/1540018089024729396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=1540018089024729396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/1540018089024729396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/1540018089024729396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-do-you-make-grown-man-cry.html' title='How do you make a grown man cry?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/SYMz_80joEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nsDrATpE8J8/s72-c/hero.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-8241489067353437122</id><published>2009-01-30T08:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:54:32.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm just logging for logging's sake...since I don't scrapbook or write anything down, I have to put it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Joe's birthday was Monday and we've been eating on &lt;a href="http://www.nothingbundtcakes.com/"&gt;Nothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bundt&lt;/span&gt; Cake &lt;/a&gt;Chocolate Chocolate Chip all week.  I'm convinced this will be served in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The kids ate early on Wednesday because they played so hard at the gym and came home hungry.  I made them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt; macaroni and cheese and green beans.  (*note -this will likely not be served in heaven).  They kept asking for cake and I kept saying "wait for daddy".  This happened about 85 times in 30 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy finally got home, opened the door hoping for the usual greeting of both kids running to the door to hug him.  Instead, P-Ditty ran to the door and Bergen yelled (loudly...if you know him, you know how loud!!) "HI DADDY!" then looked at me -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I WANT CAKE NOW!!"  So funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5747010949204592300-8241489067353437122?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/8241489067353437122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=8241489067353437122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/8241489067353437122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/8241489067353437122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-just-logging-for-loggings-sake.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-5804664854702097198</id><published>2009-01-28T10:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:05:24.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No school today - we have 1/3" of ice on the ground. It's 19 degrees outside. Ding dong daddy that's coooold! This chunk of ice came off the trampoline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296376050337171106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/SYCB9NU7xqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cARBK-fVlP8/s320/ice+ice+baby.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Off to do some much needed housework! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5747010949204592300-5804664854702097198?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/5804664854702097198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=5804664854702097198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/5804664854702097198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/5804664854702097198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/01/ice-day.html' title='Ice Day'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPOKoPLKMUw/SYCB9NU7xqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cARBK-fVlP8/s72-c/ice+ice+baby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-7796920525082641730</id><published>2009-01-27T12:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:10:06.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Joe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my sweet, sweet husband, TV Joe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than life - you are the rock in this family. I'm amazed by you daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you are closer to 40 than me. ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to TV's aunt and uncle's house Sunday for his birthday dinner. While eating homemade chicken enchiladas, Aunt J told us she found an old VCR tape with TV Joe playing football, circa 1982 or so. She also found a tape of Joe's mom's 40th birthday party (we call her Mimi). Sweet little Preston said "40? WOW!" to which Mimi said, "that's only 3 years older than your dad!" And TV Joe's face turned 3 shades of white, one for each year until you reach 40. We's gettin' old baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for taking such good care of us and loving me when it's easy and when it's not so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you!&lt;br /&gt;Ed, P-Ditty and Biggie B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5747010949204592300-7796920525082641730?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/7796920525082641730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=7796920525082641730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/7796920525082641730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/7796920525082641730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/01/tv-joe.html' title='TV Joe'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747010949204592300.post-527662389929297744</id><published>2009-01-19T10:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:18:18.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sending up prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Good morning -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you are reading this, I ask that you lift up &lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/"&gt;this sweet family &lt;/a&gt;in your prayers. My friend Allison mentioned Kelly and her family yesterday in Sunday School. They have struggled with fertility issues and she's been blogging about their journey. She has quite a following in the blog world. Kelly gave birth to a sweet baby girl named Harper a few days ago. Harper is very, very sick with pneumonia and other related heart and lung issues. They live in Arkansas, but the baby was lifted to Tulsa where she is being treated. She is so very sick and her condition is improving slightly with each prayer, but it's still touch and go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray from baby Harper and their family. God is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5747010949204592300-527662389929297744?l=alsoknownased.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/feeds/527662389929297744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5747010949204592300&amp;postID=527662389929297744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/527662389929297744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5747010949204592300/posts/default/527662389929297744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsoknownased.blogspot.com/2009/01/sending-up-prayers.html' title='Sending up prayers'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677790028070317914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10107495522763925083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>