<?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-6132271930161473273</id><updated>2009-10-31T09:00:55.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moiMEmoi</title><subtitle type='html'>All about moi, my life, and what goes through my mind...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132271930161473273.post-8805523714142270834</id><published>2009-09-22T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T06:12:14.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddha Pears'/><title type='text'>Buddha Pears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SrjNEFiXnyI/AAAAAAAAAm0/_FWXcg7klmo/s1600-h/r2247929612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384278824610930466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SrjNEFiXnyI/AAAAAAAAAm0/_FWXcg7klmo/s200/r2247929612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Now, I really must have one of these Buddha Pears. It's like the girl in Charlie &amp;amp; The Chocolate Factory who really needed a golden egg; well I really need a Buddha Pear. So how do I get one shipped to me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6132271930161473273-8805523714142270834?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8805523714142270834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6132271930161473273&amp;postID=8805523714142270834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/8805523714142270834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/8805523714142270834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/2009/09/buddha-pears.html' title='Buddha Pears'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07021307600509531585'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SrjNEFiXnyI/AAAAAAAAAm0/_FWXcg7klmo/s72-c/r2247929612.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-6132271930161473273.post-2690227084410098651</id><published>2009-09-20T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:36:11.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><title type='text'>Friendship Anniversay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/Srat5KBe_vI/AAAAAAAAAmc/ttZOOyCmxMc/s1600-h/disney09204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383681602022735602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/Srat5KBe_vI/AAAAAAAAAmc/ttZOOyCmxMc/s200/disney09204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I just have to say that it's really nice to see the friendship between my daughter and her best friend. They met the 1st day of 2nd grade and the next day my daughter received a birthday present from this new friend who she had never ever met before and the rest is well, history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today we went to Disneyland to celebrate their 2nd Friendship Anniversary. They even coordinated their outfits for each other. My daughter wore blue for her best friends favorite color and her best friend wore a shirt about blonde's lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I love to watch their friendship grow and even with little arguments they always pull through on their own and even call each other sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was touched that they allowed me to hang out with them today even though I was always the one sitting alone lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yeah to new and old friendships that continue to always grow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/Srat5mqrmYI/AAAAAAAAAmk/s3NzVP5ghRc/s1600-h/disney09206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383681609711720834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/Srat5mqrmYI/AAAAAAAAAmk/s3NzVP5ghRc/s200/disney09206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kaila &amp;amp; Michal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/6132271930161473273-2690227084410098651?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2690227084410098651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6132271930161473273&amp;postID=2690227084410098651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/2690227084410098651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/2690227084410098651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/2009/09/friendship-anniversay.html' title='Friendship Anniversay'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07021307600509531585'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/Srat5KBe_vI/AAAAAAAAAmc/ttZOOyCmxMc/s72-c/disney09204.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-6132271930161473273.post-696633571408788245</id><published>2009-09-14T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T06:47:35.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grammar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spell check'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='errors'/><title type='text'>A Rant...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/Sq5IcXSzSrI/AAAAAAAAAmU/1R7yRePuUW8/s1600-h/mouth+shut2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381318256880732850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/Sq5IcXSzSrI/AAAAAAAAAmU/1R7yRePuUW8/s200/mouth+shut2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I didn't think I'd have any type of "Negative" post on here for at least a couple of weeks lol. However; today I read where someone blamed the bad music of today on the lack of education all around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ok, those who judges should also grammar check their work before doing so. Who are any of us to judge those around us for their lack of education if there is one? How do we not know if these people have any type of learning disability and can't help terrible spelling or grammar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I agree yes, there is spell check but still who am I to judge anyone? I'm so sick of people judging others but in a general way. Just call out the person and say "Hey Bob, your grammar is terrible" or "Hey Susan, use spell check now and then".  Now you may want to do this just to them but maybe explain as well what they can do to better their grammar / spelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'm going back to school hoping to better my education but who I am to judge you if you don't have one? What makes me better than you? People just need to keep quiet but it's great to catch their grammatical error when they're pointing out how bad others are.&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/6132271930161473273-696633571408788245?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/696633571408788245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6132271930161473273&amp;postID=696633571408788245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/696633571408788245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/696633571408788245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/2009/09/rant.html' title='A Rant...'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07021307600509531585'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/Sq5IcXSzSrI/AAAAAAAAAmU/1R7yRePuUW8/s72-c/mouth+shut2.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-6132271930161473273.post-730191142121514509</id><published>2009-09-13T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:37:52.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>Warning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/Sq0fg8_t19I/AAAAAAAAAmM/A2OfHK9rWdI/s1600-h/letters1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380991780767258578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/Sq0fg8_t19I/AAAAAAAAAmM/A2OfHK9rWdI/s200/letters1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I've started crafting for Kaila's room that I'm working on this week. This is the first K I did with my vintage fabric, flower wire, and tack glue, oh and some charms. The next K I did was much better and bigger! The finished product will be here by Friday! Nice to spend much less money then I would at say Pottery Barn Kids. Who knows I may end up being a crafting junkie or not?&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/6132271930161473273-730191142121514509?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/730191142121514509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6132271930161473273&amp;postID=730191142121514509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/730191142121514509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/730191142121514509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/2009/09/warning.html' title='Warning...'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07021307600509531585'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/Sq0fg8_t19I/AAAAAAAAAmM/A2OfHK9rWdI/s72-c/letters1.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-6132271930161473273.post-8239852461959840750</id><published>2009-09-12T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:04:50.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooler weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clouds'/><title type='text'>Beauty all around...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;As we were walking to and from dinner I noticed how great the clouds looked. I think that fall is coming to my little town of West Los Angeles because it's colder in the evenings (However, I am always cold it seems).  The clouds and cool air reminded me how much I love the fall and winter months. I'm looking forward to a great end of 2009 and really living it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SqvFzpBhd7I/AAAAAAAAAlM/_wpkhoIxFiE/s1600-h/clouds1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380611670800431026" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SqvFzpBhd7I/AAAAAAAAAlM/_wpkhoIxFiE/s200/clouds1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SqvF0DnFs6I/AAAAAAAAAlU/R9mZug_hgm0/s1600-h/Clouds2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380611677937316770" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SqvF0DnFs6I/AAAAAAAAAlU/R9mZug_hgm0/s200/Clouds2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SqvF0T7AroI/AAAAAAAAAlc/0wN5vosJGiI/s1600-h/Clouds3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380611682315841154" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SqvF0T7AroI/AAAAAAAAAlc/0wN5vosJGiI/s200/Clouds3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite of the pictures!&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/6132271930161473273-8239852461959840750?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8239852461959840750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6132271930161473273&amp;postID=8239852461959840750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/8239852461959840750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/8239852461959840750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/2009/09/beauty-all-around.html' title='Beauty all around...'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07021307600509531585'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SqvFzpBhd7I/AAAAAAAAAlM/_wpkhoIxFiE/s72-c/clouds1.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-6132271930161473273.post-8794625228317682282</id><published>2009-09-11T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T06:38:42.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nannies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roxbury Park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Full Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SAHM'/><title type='text'>Nannies?</title><content type='html'>So it seems when I take my daughter to the park I am one of say no mothers as I have just entered the Nanny Zone.  I do live in an area where yes there are a lot of Nannies but it's becoming less and less Stay at Home Mothers around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I used to work Full Time I too wanted a Nanny but now I feel lonely at the park lol with no one to talk to.  So really, no offense to Nannies I just want more mothers now that I'm trying to be social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to a couple of things I found online.  I thought these were both great.  The first is a website to report "Bad Nannies" and the second is a real add from Craigs List for a Nanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come as I get used to blogging again from the mind of a Stay At Home Mother who should find some work because she really wanted these Juicy pants yesterday at Costco and Pixies tickets today and this whole "Staying within a budget" is hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, today I would like a job so I can shop.  Call me shallow, it's ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting Sites to check out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a real add on Craigs list...I thought this was great, sue me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://stlouis.craigslist.org/kid/1340736465.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://stlouis.craigslist.org/kid/1340736465.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was found on the website - I Saw Your Nanny which has some pretty funny stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://isawyournanny.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://isawyournanny.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really what these people come up with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6132271930161473273-8794625228317682282?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8794625228317682282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6132271930161473273&amp;postID=8794625228317682282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/8794625228317682282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/8794625228317682282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/2009/09/nannies.html' title='Nannies?'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07021307600509531585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132271930161473273.post-1794845248861539366</id><published>2009-08-31T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:26:43.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...Long Time...</title><content type='html'>So, it's been a long time since my last blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; but lets just move forward to today. Today I'm home with my soon to be 9 year old and we're just, well, she's just relaxing while I deep clean her bathroom. Oh the joys of motherhood while I look for another job....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy to say that it's been nice spending some me time, taking some time to do for myself and to spend some quality time with Kaila that I haven't been able to do since June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I plan on keeping up on my blog which will be nice. I don't know what direction I'm going to move it into but maybe I'll give my book reviews, tips on being a stay at home mom (at the moment), and other things as they come up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck on this new adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To begin here is a home in Columbia, CA that I love. I hope to one day have a garden like this. You never know...it could happen!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376165011025422834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/Spv5l-gN6fI/AAAAAAAAAk8/XW6XKnx2L8U/s200/gmakat2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6132271930161473273-1794845248861539366?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/1794845248861539366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/1794845248861539366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/2009/08/wowlong-time.html' title='Wow...Long Time...'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07021307600509531585'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/Spv5l-gN6fI/AAAAAAAAAk8/XW6XKnx2L8U/s72-c/gmakat2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132271930161473273.post-3620003098328299912</id><published>2009-05-05T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:13:25.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plastic surgery'/><title type='text'>Body Issues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm coming clean, I hate my body...I gain over 100 lbs. due to Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. So after being tested a lot and being a human guinea pig I'm told the only way to lose the weight is Gastric Bypass, so I do it. Heck my insurance approved it in under a day because of the disease I have. I even got over people judging and assuming I over ate a lot which wasn't the case. The truth was that if I didn't have the surgery I'd probably be dead before 40. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I'm not a fan of Plastic Surgery to make me stay oh so young. I will age the way I need to and I'm ok with that. HOWEVER; I hate my arms from the extra skin from the surgery. Yes, judge me for the extra skin, I look like a freak when standing naked. Now people say they don't notice and I keep on hearing "Have you lost more weight" but still I'm not used to being thin but still having to cover up my body and still feeling so overweight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I started working with a trainer and doing ballet to help tone my body and to not have to do the plastic surgery route. After meeting with my trainer Sunday she noticed that it's just extra skin at the top of my arms. I then decided to look into Plastic Surgery....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One consultation and a quote of $18,500.00 I left the office. The funny thing is my insurance would cover my stomach if I wanted that done but the reality is I just really HATE how my arms look. I could care less for the most part about my stomach, ok that is a lie too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My point, that if I just hold this in I'm going to keep feeling like crap about me. I don't mind putting this on my blog because it's really only read by a few people even though people know about it. Also, if people judge me oh well, they don't know all I've gone through...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, I'm on a super shopping ban after Mothers Day weekend...I'm saving for my surgery and for a new home lol so I really have to save. Heck I should start a website looking for donations. Lots of people do it lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel really good about my health, the surgeon today said my BMI was under 30, and I'm very active but I'm so insecure of my arms with my past and with the weight loss and I wish I didn't get so sad when I looked at me in the mirror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My goal is that if I don't get surgery that I come to be in acceptance that I'm ok just being who I am. It's weird, I did all this work on me over the past year and I feel great about 90% of my life but this weight thing keeps creeping up on me and I'd love to overcome it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Photos are of me before surgery and 115 lbs. lighter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SgEbCGFAPvI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ApPO0NmI_AY/s1600-h/vegas1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332573156588666610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SgEbCGFAPvI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ApPO0NmI_AY/s200/vegas1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SgEZlGeTDRI/AAAAAAAAAks/-phv67MezlM/s1600-h/Before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332571558966922514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SgEZlGeTDRI/AAAAAAAAAks/-phv67MezlM/s200/Before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6132271930161473273-3620003098328299912?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3620003098328299912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6132271930161473273&amp;postID=3620003098328299912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/3620003098328299912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ytl final day'/><title type='text'>Starting New...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SeKVoAERcvI/AAAAAAAAAkM/2f9Y7l3fGYY/s1600-h/KatDeath5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323982223950574322" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SeKVoAERcvI/AAAAAAAAAkM/2f9Y7l3fGYY/s200/KatDeath5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SeKVsm6rtRI/AAAAAAAAAkU/hQohez3_QEA/s1600-h/KatDeath6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323982303098811666" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SeKVsm6rtRI/AAAAAAAAAkU/hQohez3_QEA/s200/KatDeath6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SeKV2wk3IZI/AAAAAAAAAkk/KWS1YLCSR-A/s1600-h/KatDeath8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323982477490332050" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SeKV2wk3IZI/AAAAAAAAAkk/KWS1YLCSR-A/s200/KatDeath8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SeKVLXyGbuI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Zk7l1zvaI7o/s1600-h/KatDeath4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323981732100599522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SeKVLXyGbuI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Zk7l1zvaI7o/s200/KatDeath4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SeKVHqJR7AI/AAAAAAAAAj8/cVimiUJcivg/s1600-h/KatDeath3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323981668310182914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SeKVHqJR7AI/AAAAAAAAAj8/cVimiUJcivg/s200/KatDeath3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SeKVwmjgB3I/AAAAAAAAAkc/Ft3t8-MPLAM/s1600-h/KatDeath7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323982371721054066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SeKVwmjgB3I/AAAAAAAAAkc/Ft3t8-MPLAM/s200/KatDeath7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SeKVC9zO9sI/AAAAAAAAAj0/pCqmhnCejnc/s1600-h/KatDeath2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323981587687077570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SeKVC9zO9sI/AAAAAAAAAj0/pCqmhnCejnc/s200/KatDeath2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SeKU9ux5vLI/AAAAAAAAAjs/8_-7bQj-IXg/s1600-h/KatDeath1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323981497755614386" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SeKU9ux5vLI/AAAAAAAAAjs/8_-7bQj-IXg/s200/KatDeath1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Amazing what you see when you just look at what is around you...&lt;/span&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/6132271930161473273-3907373385496433467?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3907373385496433467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6132271930161473273&amp;postID=3907373385496433467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/3907373385496433467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/3907373385496433467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/2009/04/starting-new.html' title='Starting New...'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07021307600509531585'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SeKVoAERcvI/AAAAAAAAAkM/2f9Y7l3fGYY/s72-c/KatDeath5.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-6132271930161473273.post-1951010891062091034</id><published>2009-04-11T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:09:16.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='final day'/><title type='text'>Final Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I am going to go enjoy my final day and let it be whatever it ends up being...the element of surprise is always fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I can't believe it's been one year!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6132271930161473273-1951010891062091034?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1951010891062091034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6132271930161473273&amp;postID=1951010891062091034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/1951010891062091034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/1951010891062091034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/2009/04/final-day.html' title='Final Day....'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07021307600509531585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132271930161473273.post-6438978209671796346</id><published>2009-04-10T06:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T06:31:10.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='two days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ytl'/><title type='text'>Two Days To Go....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm down to the final two days of my life and well, I feel all sorts of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Part of me feels like ok, I'm almost done with this practice and that in itself is a little sad because I've gained so much from the practice but another part of me is at peace that if anything really did happen to me, at this very instant I would know the people I really truly care about know that and well that, makes me feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm calling my dad and step mother today and just calling them to say hello.  They really didn't get the whole practice I was doing.  I'm also calling my sister in New York who is this amazing mother and I'm so glad I've gained her as a sister.  I adore her, her husband, and lovely daughters.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Other than that I'm preparing my body for it's passing by getting a pedicure after work with my bosses daughter Carin.  I'm kidnapping her from her little girls and taking a walk with her.  It's supposed to rain today?? so maybe we'll drive.  Tonight Eric and I are going to dinner and a movie with some friends and then heading home.  I will just bask in all that today is and enjoy every moment in it.  I'm a little cheesy what can I say, you don't always get me this cheesy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm so grateful for all I have.  I have quality problems and it wasn't too long ago (ok about 11 years ago) that my life was miserable and now it is amazing!  I've also been major surgery free for more than a year now.  Sure the health problems still exist as they always will but I am doing sooooo much better and feel soooo much healthier.  Come to think of it my health is what began me on the Year To Live journey and for something bad to turn into something good is great!  See little miracles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6132271930161473273-6438978209671796346?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6438978209671796346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6132271930161473273&amp;postID=6438978209671796346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/6438978209671796346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/6438978209671796346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-days-to-go.html' title='Two Days To Go....'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07021307600509531585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132271930161473273.post-2115102214565762438</id><published>2009-04-09T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T06:37:46.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ytl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for me'/><title type='text'>Three Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Down to the final three days of this life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yesterday we attended the funeral of my bosses mother.  Ruth Netter was an amazing woman and the stories told about her were so nice to hear.  She always wanted to know how others were doing before she talked about herself.  That's cool and something we should all do.  I know there are and were times where out of nervousness or selfishness that I would just start talking about me and well, lately it's been nice to see how others are doing.  I've been doing that for some time now but it was nice to be reminded of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Passover was a good time and Kaila for the first time got really involved in the Seder.  She read and really was proud of herself.  By the end of the evening while everyone discussed LOST which I could really care less about Kaila and I chilled on the couch, made funny faces, and took lots of pictures of ourselves.  I personally think we were having more fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm working today and have a midterm in my ballet class.  I will then be doing something for me tonight.  Probably just relaxing at home.  Eric and Kaila are going to Magic Mountain which I hate and though I'd love to be with them that is one amusement park they can do alone.  Now I'm thinking maybe I should have gone, that was one of my fears.  Na, that is a fear I can get over next year.  There's always room to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think the final two days are going to be a bit harder.  I'm giving another letter tomorrow and we are both easy to cry so I will not have her read it while her and her husband aren't with us.  I really can't believe the final two days are here.  I've gotten so much out of this practice even when not doing it 100% because I did it for me.  To change me a bit for the better and feel good about the life I have and I can see where I've done that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6132271930161473273-2115102214565762438?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2115102214565762438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6132271930161473273&amp;postID=2115102214565762438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/2115102214565762438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/2115102214565762438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/2009/04/three-days.html' title='Three Days...'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07021307600509531585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132271930161473273.post-9140538094860451451</id><published>2009-04-08T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T05:59:35.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='four days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ytl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch'/><title type='text'>Four Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I can't believe the "D" day is four days away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I decided to ditch independent study yesterday to spend the day with my daughter who is on Spring Break right now.  We went and had lunch with my brother and mother and it was nice.  We even took a sight seeing tour of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mulhulland&lt;/span&gt; Drive like tourists when we drive through it a lot to get back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;westside&lt;/span&gt; after visiting friends and family in the valley.  I did however make it to my ballet class which I love.  It's funny, I see now when people find a passion they just jump right into it.  I love my class, I love being challenged, and I'm willing to buy nothing to continue private lessons every other week.  I really feel good a bit more about myself.  I find it personally rewarding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;We had two funerals yesterday...one at sea funeral for Herbie and we added Josh to our pet cemetery down stairs with my mothers rabbit and our other hamster we used to have Little Little Cutie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Today is the funeral for my bosses mother.  Since my husband grew up with my bosses family we and my in laws will be attending.  Today my goal after a bit of work is be there for my boss and try to have compassion where I would normally start getting frustrated and understand she may not be there mentally today.  I'm noticing a lot lately that reacting first isn't a good thing because you do never know what people are going through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Our day will end with my last Passover with Eric's family.  I got a taste of the soup for tonight last night and let me tell you, the soup will be yummy!!  It will be nice to spend some time with Eric's family.  I'm debating on providing a good-bye letter to my in laws.  I think I will just mention to them that I have appreciated them and all they've done and well, if you know me that is a large step there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  Seriously though, they have done a lot for us and my mother in law checks in with me about school and how I'm doing.  I think we've all grown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Enough out of me more tomorrow.  I can't believe tomorrow will be the final three day count down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6132271930161473273-9140538094860451451?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/9140538094860451451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6132271930161473273&amp;postID=9140538094860451451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/9140538094860451451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/9140538094860451451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/2009/04/four-days.html' title='Four Days...'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07021307600509531585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132271930161473273.post-909426981871294568</id><published>2009-04-07T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T07:30:12.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ytl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='five days'/><title type='text'>Five Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;With five days left yesterday was a different type of day. My bosses mother died and we lost our pet hamster. I have to let an eight year old know this morning that Josh is no longer with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My boss seemed ok though but I'm not there with her all the time. I was able to be present for her and take care of things she needed to have done and it was nice. I brought her flowers in the am before I knew she had passed to brighten her day. I'm glad too that her mother went quickly. Ruth was a spit fire of a women. She was so independent. I don't know of many women in their 80's who still drive themselves around and take charge of their life. When she had the mild heart attack the family even felt to a point she'd be ok but within six weeks everything changed. It showed me again how quickly life can be taken away. I'm not sure if I've been around so much death lately to help with the practice I am doing or if it's just life but God it seems like a lot of people are passing even if not as direct as my bosses mom who I saw often and spoke with often. I mean for Kaila's class to have two deaths in two weeks within the past three weeks with a mother and a brother of her classmates dying. How sad but how real to see how it happens. I mean again, it really makes me cherish the life that I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We stayed in yesterday instead of going out. I made Chicken, Sweet Potatoes, and rice, and we all watched House. I even took some time to visit with Eric's grandmother. I really like Ellen and feel bad that she seems so lonely at times. She had me try her Chicken/Veggie soup for Passover and it was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yesterday was a day of sadness. Today I will have a sad little girl and I think we will all be a bit sad for Josh (yes he's just a hamster) who has been with us since kindergarten. He was a trooper. I've never seen a hamster live this long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Finally it's off to a walk with the family, my last breakfast at Factors Deli where we ate so often, and school and I love Tuesdays because it means my dance class. This is growth as well because I've found being happy and content going outside my comfort zone. I used to only know about Tuesdays in the valley and I was afraid to try new things but now I get excited for trying new things. I know I will find what I need anywhere "I" am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;More tomorrow...&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/6132271930161473273-909426981871294568?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/909426981871294568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6132271930161473273&amp;postID=909426981871294568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/909426981871294568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/909426981871294568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/2009/04/five-days.html' title='Five Days...'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07021307600509531585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132271930161473273.post-5249790176142381339</id><published>2009-04-06T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T06:13:28.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ytl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six days'/><title type='text'>Six Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well, I'm down to my final six days. Today should be interesting with what is going on with my bosses family and well for the fact that I work out of her home. I'm going in early with the hopes of leaving early because it's Spring Break for Kaila and I would love to spend as much time with her as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my day didn't go as planned but I was able to give my mother her letter and a good friend her letter. My mother got a bit emotional but it was nice. My friend I asked her to read it after we met. It was hard to write those letters and mostly I just asked for them to not let Kaila forget how much I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a bit more free knowing there are people who would be there for her in the event I really did pass away. Don't get me wrong, I'm in no rush to not be here with my daughter but it's good to know I can rely on some to be there for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we can go bike riding / jogging tonight. That will give Kaila and I some alone time or maybe I can convince Eric to join us. That would be really nice. If not, a family movie night. Kaila is having testing done today so she may not be up to riding her bike but you never know. Heck maybe we'll go to the Secret Beach today. I don't know but all I know is tonight it will be about family...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/Sdn_wPdoyyI/AAAAAAAAAjk/SZBjnqC-KrY/s1600-h/100_2528.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321565638964595490" style="WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/Sdn_wPdoyyI/AAAAAAAAAjk/SZBjnqC-KrY/s200/100_2528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Taken yesterday as Kaila and I played at the park.  So much fun!&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/6132271930161473273-5249790176142381339?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5249790176142381339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6132271930161473273&amp;postID=5249790176142381339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/5249790176142381339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/5249790176142381339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/2009/04/six-days.html' title='Six Days'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07021307600509531585'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/Sdn_wPdoyyI/AAAAAAAAAjk/SZBjnqC-KrY/s72-c/100_2528.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-6132271930161473273.post-4935858661593570501</id><published>2009-04-05T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T06:47:47.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ytl'/><title type='text'>Sunday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's finally down to my final week.  I can't believe a year has almost passed.  My goal for this final week is to just be.  Just be ok with who I am so there would be no regrets...period.  I want to do something even more with my family so they know how much they meant to me and really be present for them this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There has been a lot of death around me lately but not with my family or directly connected to me.  My bosses mom is dying at her home and I work there, my daughters class mates mother died, her class mates brother was killed.  It seems death does happen and whenever it happens we really have no choice.  Be right sized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today we celebrate Eric.  We will be celebrating the last 12 years of his life and will also be going to lunch with some of our close friends and with Miss Kaila and little Charlie.  It's supposed to be beautiful today!  I'm looking forward to this day with my family and friends.  This will be the last time for the practices purposes that I will see some of these friends and I'm trying to figure out my good-bye (for now) but I know the words will come to me when the time is right.&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/6132271930161473273-4935858661593570501?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4935858661593570501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6132271930161473273&amp;postID=4935858661593570501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/4935858661593570501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/4935858661593570501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday.html' title='Sunday....'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07021307600509531585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132271930161473273.post-7240064472839488683</id><published>2009-03-31T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:40:14.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The time is near...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My time here is coming to an end.  I didn't realize but my actually D-day is April 12th.  I'm going to leave my family early Easter morning and go to the mountains near me and meditate and just be quiet or take a hike in silence.  No phone, no music, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I will then begin my new life with a Easter Brunch with the family.  I'm so happy to be able to treat my mother, nephews, and niece to a nice brunch with Eric and Kaila.  We're going to the marina to this restaurant Eric, Kaila, and I ate at recently.  It was nice and relaxing there and the atmosphere was no nice as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I've been a bit busy lately with school, work, Kaila's school, playing mom and wife, etc. that I felt like I was going off track but that is ok because I got right back on track.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I feel I've gained so much from this Year to Live practice and I hope to continue to grow and be more and more at peace in my life and never have any regrets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6132271930161473273-7240064472839488683?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7240064472839488683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6132271930161473273&amp;postID=7240064472839488683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/7240064472839488683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/7240064472839488683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-is-near.html' title='The time is near...'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07021307600509531585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132271930161473273.post-840634907959384554</id><published>2009-03-24T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T06:12:41.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaila'/><title type='text'>Thinking Back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/ScjavK1wYUI/AAAAAAAAAjc/72JK7v0T3vw/s1600-h/161861293203_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316739864009400642" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/ScjavK1wYUI/AAAAAAAAAjc/72JK7v0T3vw/s200/161861293203_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; I was going through some pictures today, looking for pictures from my father when I came across these old ones of Kaila. I can't believe she's 8 already! Where has the time gone??? I'm just so grateful she's part of my life! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/ScjaRrTRhuI/AAAAAAAAAic/rubfBrKS6fY/s1600-h/kk+hawaii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316739357327066850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/ScjaRrTRhuI/AAAAAAAAAic/rubfBrKS6fY/s200/kk+hawaii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaila after our trip to Hawaii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/ScjaU2OVApI/AAAAAAAAAik/HIvx30tYkl0/s1600-h/kk+angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316739411798721170" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/ScjaU2OVApI/AAAAAAAAAik/HIvx30tYkl0/s200/kk+angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My angel Kaila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/ScjaYG7LRRI/AAAAAAAAAis/cQ-9JLYxtMk/s1600-h/940903447203_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316739467821401362" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/ScjaYG7LRRI/AAAAAAAAAis/cQ-9JLYxtMk/s200/940903447203_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you feel the love she had for ballet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/ScjabfKhH5I/AAAAAAAAAi0/b-orxfeGCYE/s1600-h/880751293203_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316739525867806610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/ScjabfKhH5I/AAAAAAAAAi0/b-orxfeGCYE/s200/880751293203_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1st day of preschool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/ScjafGIteLI/AAAAAAAAAi8/h-p7G9hp1Rg/s1600-h/836719347203_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316739587868817586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/ScjafGIteLI/AAAAAAAAAi8/h-p7G9hp1Rg/s200/836719347203_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, this gangsta look courtesy of her father lol&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/ScjakZL0c-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/uJMjz8dJn0w/s1600-h/834247655503_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316739678881477602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/ScjakZL0c-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/uJMjz8dJn0w/s200/834247655503_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this photo of her just being a kid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/ScjapYqpn9I/AAAAAAAAAjM/4DhWVObnmfs/s1600-h/585813447203_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316739764641701842" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/ScjapYqpn9I/AAAAAAAAAjM/4DhWVObnmfs/s200/585813447203_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaila being goofy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/ScjasavvclI/AAAAAAAAAjU/LdR5B3rl3x8/s1600-h/456361293203_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316739816739533394" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/ScjasavvclI/AAAAAAAAAjU/LdR5B3rl3x8/s200/456361293203_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another 1st day of preschool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6132271930161473273-840634907959384554?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/840634907959384554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6132271930161473273&amp;postID=840634907959384554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/840634907959384554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/840634907959384554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/2009/03/thinking-back.html' title='Thinking Back...'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07021307600509531585'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/ScjavK1wYUI/AAAAAAAAAjc/72JK7v0T3vw/s72-c/161861293203_0_ALB.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-6132271930161473273.post-5696695879095632131</id><published>2009-03-18T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T06:48:45.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort zone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inner peace'/><title type='text'>The Comfort Zone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Yesterday I attended a birthday get together / party for a friend of mine who is from Israel and most (ok all) of her friends in attendance were from Israel as well. This being said at first almost everyone (unless they were talking to me) was talking in Hebrew until the "real talk" began. Finally some English lol. At that point I really wish I understood Hebrew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Still, the talk was amazing and it's funny that we all hear what we need to hear and I loved the honesty of my friend who recently went through some "life changes" and was able to discuss them with all of us, openly, which showed us that we may not always get along with everyone, or that when we need certain people back in our lives they are there. We talked about Forgiveness and how unless we forgive we are the one feeling the pain and misery. Usually the other person is over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We also talked about what I call "random acts of kindness" you know doing for others and expecting nothing back. We all need to do this more I believe. I think sometimes, I know for myself I get very busy and forget to help others in different ways. It can be as easy as listening when someone is going through something and just really listening or it can be something we never thought we'd do but in the moment it feels just right to do. I think it helps with the give and take in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;At the end of the night we were all given a road block in our lives to work on. It's funny I grabbed "Need to Control". Now I know that can be a problem for me but I plan on working on it more. Those women were so honest and open and it was nice to find that kind of comfort in the end when I felt so out of my comfort zone when I arrived. It was neat that my friend had a teacher there because she wanted to give for her birthday. Give her friends the chance to work on themselves and feel great about themselves. It was neat that all these women, there were like 20 of them were so open with each other. It reminded me of dinners and coffee on Fridays with my girlfriends and it was nice to feel that again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My point in all this is that I knew there would be language barriers but instead, a friend invited me over for her birthday, I was able to get out of myself and my worry, and be a friend to her and celebrate her. I didn't let fear get in my way...&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/6132271930161473273-5696695879095632131?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5696695879095632131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6132271930161473273&amp;postID=5696695879095632131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/5696695879095632131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/5696695879095632131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/2009/03/comfort-zone.html' title='The Comfort Zone...'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07021307600509531585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132271930161473273.post-6005151951944604445</id><published>2009-03-09T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T06:09:56.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ytl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for me'/><title type='text'>About a month to go....</title><content type='html'>I missed my last Year To Live group.  I wasn't feeling well yesterday and it was best that I rested.  I've been very busy since starting school and I think I just had a physical melt down yesterday starting with waking via a migraine.  Everyone is supposed to be getting together April 18th so I know I can attend that.  I emailed/called one of the facilitators and let them know what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually excited about going because I had done some more of wanted I wanted to do before I "die".  I also am taking off my "death day" and just having a a day of meditation and rest.  Just to be alone with me.  I'm actually looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten so much out of this practice including being ok with me and the choices I make.  I've been having some "fears" about my ballet class.  I'm a note junkie.  I feel that if you take notes you can do anything your taught.  We are also encouraged to take notes during class so we don't look like we're not learning anything.  However; I felt like I was the only one answering questions Thursday and I felt like the "know it all" or the "suck up" and I wasn't, I just want to get a good grade and do this class right.  Not being in school for 15 years and I really want to get the most out of it.  I got over that feeling pretty quick because I'm there again, for me and nobody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so grateful to have done this over the past year and with a bit less than a month to go I'm looking forward to all that happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6132271930161473273-6005151951944604445?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6005151951944604445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6132271930161473273&amp;postID=6005151951944604445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/6005151951944604445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/6005151951944604445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-month-to-go.html' title='About a month to go....'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07021307600509531585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132271930161473273.post-1957916939894612021</id><published>2009-03-02T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T05:37:49.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Big Bear 2009</title><content type='html'>We're back to our regular scheduled lives....We had a blast in Big Bear. I got to snowboard a teeny tiny bit and you know that was fine. Miss Kaila wasn't enjoying snowboarding so much so we just stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went tubbing though and at $25.00 a pop I thought that was crazy. Seeing though this may have actually been my last trip to Big Bear we splurged a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad I accomplished another fear. I have a bruised shoulder but nothing broken and a lovely sunburn from the snow (WOO HOO) but all in all it was a great family time by all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a bit more than a month left on this YTL and I've been told by some they see really big changes in me. I really feel everyone should do this practice just once in their life. It really makes you value and see what is important in your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a couple pics of the family adventures. Kaila really enjoyed being in the snow and yes, I enjoyed a snowball fight in flip flops (I know you can't take the So. Cal gal out of me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/Savg06H7xmI/AAAAAAAAAiU/q6AO5bH84lw/s1600-h/100_2392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308583785346614882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/Savg06H7xmI/AAAAAAAAAiU/q6AO5bH84lw/s200/100_2392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SavgdUzqSoI/AAAAAAAAAiM/GdYTXfZYJBk/s1600-h/100_2397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308583380192479874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SavgdUzqSoI/AAAAAAAAAiM/GdYTXfZYJBk/s200/100_2397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SavgdUzqSoI/AAAAAAAAAiM/GdYTXfZYJBk/s1600-h/100_2397.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SavgdUzqSoI/AAAAAAAAAiM/GdYTXfZYJBk/s1600-h/100_2397.JPG"&gt;&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/6132271930161473273-1957916939894612021?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1957916939894612021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6132271930161473273&amp;postID=1957916939894612021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/1957916939894612021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/1957916939894612021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-bear-2009.html' title='Big Bear 2009'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07021307600509531585'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/Savg06H7xmI/AAAAAAAAAiU/q6AO5bH84lw/s72-c/100_2392.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-6132271930161473273.post-3790034226131823617</id><published>2009-02-19T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:39:54.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ooops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Oops it was Tuesday too??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I attended my first ballet class tonight.  Before class I saw people talking about the class on Tuesday, yes that was a shock to me.  I SWEAR my form said Thursday abut I guess it was Tuesday and Thursday.  Still I was very prepared and that was good.  I even spoke with the professor and she was ok too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'm a bit bummed because I will not be attending the Women's Meeting I love or seeing my gals in the valley until the end of this semester and it's 18 weeks long.  I will be ok and I can't wait to see them all when it's over or there is a break, yes, I will begin looking forward to Spring Break lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This is the only class where I was actually nervous to walk into.  This class is out of my comfort zone even more so then learning Economics or Algebra.  I have body issues and especially from the amount of weight I lost.  I have to admit.  I was in the front of the class and the mirrors were right there and I was able to look at myself a couple of times and be ok with me.  It was hard to do.  I also liked that our Professor told us not to say "Sorry" unless we actually physically hurt someone or hurt someones feelings.  I said sorry at one point and her response "Why are you sorry?  You're learning" Gotta love that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'm excited as well that I'm going to get footless tights and some different dance clothes.  I can't wait to see what happens.  I even learned some moves today and can't spell them yet but also learned that all moves in Ballet are said in French.  Good to know something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;That completes my first week back in school.  I'm tired and have a lot to do tomorrow for work but I feel good that I walked through it all and I'm looking forward to next week and the weeks after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6132271930161473273-3790034226131823617?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3790034226131823617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6132271930161473273&amp;postID=3790034226131823617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/3790034226131823617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/3790034226131823617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/2009/02/oops-it-was-tuesday-too.html' title='Oops it was Tuesday too??'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07021307600509531585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132271930161473273.post-1092911286879142455</id><published>2009-02-19T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T05:48:29.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Kaila</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SZ1i6svfhSI/AAAAAAAAAh0/nnvugdwloZ8/s1600-h/IMG02394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304504696694605090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SZ1i6svfhSI/AAAAAAAAAh0/nnvugdwloZ8/s200/IMG02394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SZ1i0Ygrc4I/AAAAAAAAAhs/2UVn2rw-26w/s1600-h/IMG02402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304504588184548226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SZ1i0Ygrc4I/AAAAAAAAAhs/2UVn2rw-26w/s200/IMG02402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The pictures say it all.  Time with Kaila is fun time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SZ1i0Ygrc4I/AAAAAAAAAhs/2UVn2rw-26w/s1600-h/IMG02402.jpg"&gt;&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/6132271930161473273-1092911286879142455?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1092911286879142455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6132271930161473273&amp;postID=1092911286879142455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/1092911286879142455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/1092911286879142455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-with-kaila.html' title='Fun with Kaila'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07021307600509531585'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFLcCFhV0d8/SZ1i6svfhSI/AAAAAAAAAh0/nnvugdwloZ8/s72-c/IMG02394.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-6132271930161473273.post-8401936733446655325</id><published>2009-02-18T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:00:00.859-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='algebra'/><title type='text'>Day Two Down, One To Go</title><content type='html'>I completed day two of school. Algebra was well, FUN. I know this may sound odd and I could change my mind next week but I really enjoyed learning tonight. On the assessment I received 27% correct (8 out of 30) but on my first chapter 1.1 quiz I got a 74% correct (32 out of 43). I think that is WONDERFUL seeing that even though I have a B in Pre Algebra I don't remember anything about it or even taking the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did a walk through today of where my ballet class is tomorrow and it's so close to the parking. I thought a walk through would be good since I had to return one of my books for the correct one (oops) which also saved me $26.82. Yeah to little mistakes lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted and off to bed but my final "Back to School" post will be on tomorrow after class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6132271930161473273-8401936733446655325?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8401936733446655325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6132271930161473273&amp;postID=8401936733446655325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/8401936733446655325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/8401936733446655325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-two-down-one-to-go.html' title='Day Two Down, One To Go'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07021307600509531585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132271930161473273.post-5524295328730705962</id><published>2009-02-17T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:41:38.480-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='algebra'/><title type='text'>Completed, Day 1</title><content type='html'>Today was a super busy day for moi.  I received an email this morning with a elogin for my ballet class where I was notified of what books to get (I even bought one wrong) and what I need to wear.  College is a bit pricey if you ask me.  The books came to sixty and change and the clothes total cost was $126.00 and that was from a dance store.  I even tried Target and they don't carry what I needed, you think they would but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first class today was Economics.  I past my first quiz and think I will actually enjoy Economics because I'm trying to save right now and for starters I learned today about Need vs. Want and boy do I want a lot but need little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Algebra and I will be eating dinner and heading to school from work.  I'm exhausted now and still not done for the evening but I feel good about attending today.  I feel good about going back to school and I'm excited to see what happens next.  I will be doing updates tomorrow and Thursday as a "Back to School" play by play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nervous about Algebra because I SUCK at math but I know I will be just fine.  Until tomorrow.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6132271930161473273-5524295328730705962?l=moimemoi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5524295328730705962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6132271930161473273&amp;postID=5524295328730705962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/5524295328730705962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6132271930161473273/posts/default/5524295328730705962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moimemoi.blogspot.com/2009/02/completed-day-1.html' title='Completed, Day 1'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03494325097335815766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07021307600509531585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>