<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636</id><updated>2012-01-31T15:50:48.689-06:00</updated><category term='strange plants'/><category term='SPF'/><category term='stress'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='yard'/><category term='tired'/><category term='tomatoes'/><category term='ear infection'/><category term='party'/><category term='garden'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='birthday party'/><category term='school'/><category term='dog'/><category term='photos'/><category term='MNO'/><category term='kitchen'/><category term='home'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='rain'/><category term='summer'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='scouts'/><category term='laundry'/><category term='family'/><category term='sports'/><category term='redecorating'/><category term='repairman'/><category term='crude humor'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='procrastination'/><category term='cake'/><category term='football'/><category term='squirrels'/><category term='painting'/><category term='kids activities'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>Denise's World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-3735158889609230659</id><published>2009-05-16T18:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:09:08.389-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids activities'/><title type='text'>Sports Mom Syndrome</title><content type='html'>I'm a sports mom. A football mom to be exact. Both of my boys play football every spring and fall and yes, I do make it to most of their games. I say most because fairly often their games will be at the same time and Mark and I have to split up.  Sometimes I make the whole family miss and we go out of town or off to do something important to  ME. I do cheer for them, support them and want them to do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say that all to point out that yes, I do understand the profound importance of sports in kids' lives.  I really, really do. I don't personally enjoy any sports, but I've seen my children grow and learn from their sports involvement. (Before going football-only they've tried out several other sports). I've seen their sports have a positive impact on their behavior, their schoolwork, their concentration levels and much, much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think as a Mom (or Dad, but I'm just writing as a Mom here) it's profoundly important, especially in the area of sports to separate yourself from your child's accomplishments.  Kids' sports aren't about Mom and Dad. Kids' sports are and should be about the kid.  Partly about health, wellness and ensuring an active lifestyle. Partly about learning to accept defeat. And about learning to win graciously. Definitely about learning to follow the rules and work as a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids' sports should NOT be about making Mom happy. Yes, I love to see my kids win. And I am sad when they lose. But I'm happy or sad because THEY are happy or sad. Not because their winning or losing a football game defines who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say all this because today I overheard the following conversation.  At  the football playoffs this morning, a woman I'll call Ann (and if you read this post, I love you dear, so I hope you're paying attention), was telling the other parents that today is her and her husband's anniversary and "what better gift could I get than B coming home with that huge trophy for my living room."   Seriously?  Because, call me a bad mom, but for my anniversary I'm hoping more for something along the lines of a a fancy dinner, some flowers or maybe even some jewelry or some new electronic gadget I'm wanting. If I'm lucky I'll get a weekend away with Mark and no kids. It has never ever occurred to me that my kid winning a football game could be considered a "gift" for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ann's"  hubby is the coach and since they lost, I'm wondering how things went at their house this evening.  Mark is thinking not well, given the way she was screaming at him after the game about missing some bad calls and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I said "Sorry you lost, Superman. You played great."  Then went on about my day.  And I'm OK with that.   As I told a friend recently, I know I'm a bad "football mom," but I think I'm a good mom.   Sometimes I wonder if they two are compatible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-3735158889609230659?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3735158889609230659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=3735158889609230659' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/3735158889609230659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/3735158889609230659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2009/05/sports-mom-syndrome.html' title='Sports Mom Syndrome'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-8303703461315216808</id><published>2009-02-10T15:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:49:40.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The one in which she returns to blogger...</title><content type='html'>Yes, you knew I'd be back. I don't know how, but you knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends still have my site bookmarked here, despite my moving over to wordpress nearly a year ago. And, alas, they were right. I'm back.  And I'm here. I just never really became a wordpress person. I moved over there for the ability to password protect posts. I think I'm over that now.  People who annoy me will find a way whether my blog has password protection or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd refer you over to wordpress for an update on me, but 1. I live in a fantasy world where all my friends have been following me over there already and 2. I never really could get into the system over there so I quit. There's nothing wrong with wordpress, really. It just doesn't do alot of things I like to do. And the screen that's up when I'm writing entries bugs me so I often just didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, alot has happened over the past 10 months!  Superman is in 1st grade now, Sunshine in 4th. However, Superman doesn't like me calling him that anymore, at least not to his face. And sunshine is pretty cranky lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken on some new volunteer "jobs" and dropped some old ones. I have a couple of regular freelance clients, but still not enough to keep me from looking for parttime work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several of my friends have started new blogs, so I'm going to get linked to them and see if we can do a better job of keeping up with one another. I'm doing a fairly good job of that through facebook, which has allowed me to "find" friends I didn't even remember losing. I've also caught up with some old friends locally as of late. More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she's back. For now. Until something better comes along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-8303703461315216808?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8303703461315216808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=8303703461315216808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/8303703461315216808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/8303703461315216808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-in-which-she-returns-to-blogger.html' title='The one in which she returns to blogger...'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-2953671052446036783</id><published>2008-04-28T16:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:44:17.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We've moved</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the inconvenience to anyone who has tried to read my blog the past few days. I've moved to a new, but not necessarily &lt;a href="http://deniseblogs.wordpress.com/"&gt;improved space&lt;/a&gt;. Stop on over and say Hello!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-2953671052446036783?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2953671052446036783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=2953671052446036783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/2953671052446036783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/2953671052446036783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2008/04/weve-moved.html' title='We&apos;ve moved'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-5643668562062939720</id><published>2007-12-18T15:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T15:22:36.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Eating Guide</title><content type='html'>Too good not to post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Avoid Carrot Sticks - Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing about Christmas spirit. Leave their home at once and go next door where they're serving rum balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Drink as much egg nog as you can - It's only available for four weeks each year, so it's not like you'll get addicted or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If something comes with gravy, use it - That's the point of gravy. It is not a stand alone item. Make a mashed potato volcano with gravy lava. Eat the volcano. Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. As for the mashed potatoes, ask if they're made with skim o r whole milk - If it's skim, pass. What's the point? It's like buying a Porsche with automatic transmission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do not pre-snack in an effort to control your eating - The main reason for going to a Christmas party is to eat other people's food for free. Lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do not exercise between now and New Year's - You can do that in January when there's nothing else to do. December is for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table carrying a ten-pound plate and a gallon of egg nog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted cookies in the shape and size of Santa Claus, station yourself nearby and don't move - Eat as many as you can before people start to whisper and point. Opportunities like this are fleeting; if you pass them up, you may not get another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Same goes for pie - Apple, pumpkin, mincemeat, have a slice of each. If you don't like mincemeat, double up on apple or pumpkin. Always eat at least three slices. When else can you have multiple desserts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Fruitcakes - Granted, it's loaded with calories, but avoid it at all costs. You've got to have some standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party, yo u haven't been paying attention - Reread this list and try to do better next time. Hurry, January is right around the corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-5643668562062939720?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5643668562062939720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=5643668562062939720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/5643668562062939720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/5643668562062939720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-eating-guide.html' title='Holiday Eating Guide'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-4820694308170430394</id><published>2007-11-29T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T12:50:49.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, that was fun... sorta</title><content type='html'>Today was the teacher appreciation lunch at the boys' school and lucky me got to sub for both the boys' teachers while they attended the lunch. How is that possible you ask? Well, it's a huge school so they stagger when the teachers go to the luncheon - they all go at the time their kids go to lunch, then get to stay for an extra half hour. Yep, a whole hour for their lunch. You'd think we'd given them the day off they get so excited. Superman has lunch at 10:30 and Sunshine has lunch at noon, so I actually had 1/2 hour between classes. So I had time to yak w/ the other moms for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kindergarten teachers were apparently worried that parents would lose one of the kids and made color coded nametags with "Kindergarten" and the teacher's name on it just in case. Luckily I know most of Superman's class from volunteering up there so I was able to keep up with most of them. Had a tad bit of trouble w/ the special needs child, since his aide went to the luncheon also, but at least I knew he was supposed to be in "my" class. We were supposed to play BINGO, but then the teacher found out the office was showing a movie (they all have TV's in their room and can turn it on to a certain channel to watch stuff). Something about a little bear that made no sense to me. Then, Ms. S came back and said that was one of her favorite movies. I think she needs to get out more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third grade was a bit trickier. No one gave me a nametag and I was supposed to somehow make sure they all washed their hands on the way to lunch. Good luck on that one. At least 3 boys came out with soap still on their hands and I had to send them back. Boys are so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch I got to discuss voice in writing with them. Not something I recall learning as a third grader, but my kid is a genius and apparently in some accelarated school and no one bothered to tell me. I swear. They did economics last month. I didn't learn about economics until high school. I was really impressed with the kids' answers and discussion. Then I read a story while they wrote down when they heard the author using voice in the story. I didn't quite get the assignment, but they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pleasantly surprised when it was time to go. I thought it would be much harder. Not sure I'm ready for a full day of subbing just yet, but a couple of hours was kind of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-4820694308170430394?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4820694308170430394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=4820694308170430394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/4820694308170430394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/4820694308170430394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-that-was-fun-sorta.html' title='Well, that was fun... sorta'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-3590723100158355583</id><published>2007-11-25T13:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:48:48.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A White THANKSGIVING??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/R0o3bOAOJyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-xecclP9b4Q/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136979265724491554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/R0o3bOAOJyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-xecclP9b4Q/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're back. Cold and wet, but home. While it may be cold and wet in Central Texas today, the big surprise of Thanksgiving 2007 was that is snowed out in West Texas. Real snow. By the end of the day there was about an inch and a half in the yard. The kids had a blast. I was cold. Freezing cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all it was fun. However, I wasn't able to take many photos because, as I have mentioned, I was cold. I didn't have my gloves and the camera was, you guessed it, cold. You might say I'm not a cold weather person. Mark went outside and actually played with the kids in it. Of course, he didn't bother to take photos. I took the one above from the safety of Mom's patio and ran right back inside the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was definitely an interesting Thanksgiving. We had made some huge efforts to plan getting toegether with my Dad's side of the family. It's been at least 5 years since we spent a holiday with that whole clan, so we were looking forward to it. Of course, they had to drive down from Lubbock and called from Tahoka (sorry, have to mention that because how many times does one have the chance to mention Tahoka in a blog entry?) that the snow was so heavy they couldn't see a foot in front of them and were turning back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky for us, Mom made the half of Thanksgiving dinner with the ham, turkey, cornbread dressing and green beans. They had rice stuffing, jello mold and pecan pie for lunch. I'd feel bad for them, but knowing that crowd they rounded up some other food fast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;True to Midland form, the snow melted by Friday afternoon and we headed out to see Santa. Superman was so nervous he'd forget what to tell the big guy he wanted for Christmas. I thought he was about to cry when it was his turn. He kept turning back around asking me "what do I want?" He managed to remember that he wants a remote control helicopter. Whew. At least this year Santa didn't offer his own suggestions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136981155510101810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/R0o5JOAOJzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ak-DZ-HOWCU/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunshine was more interested in the cookies and hot chocolate - he's figured out that as long as Daddy knows what he wants from Santa, there's a good chance he's getting it. Dunno if he believes Santa is real anymore, but I do know he's smart enough to fake it if he doesn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136981666611210050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/R0o5m-AOJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/xbIoMlQnDaw/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's the whole gang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136982645863753554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/R0o6f-AOJ1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/w_uUHuIA47o/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love taking them all out together because everyone is freaked out by that many siblings so close in age. Ha! Like I'd be out of the mental hospital already if I'd had 4 kids in 5 years! Especially THOSE four!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm off to take a HOT bath because I still have not warmed up from the cold. And some joker left the AC on in our house and it actually got cold here while we were gone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-3590723100158355583?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3590723100158355583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=3590723100158355583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/3590723100158355583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/3590723100158355583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/11/white-thanksgiving.html' title='A White THANKSGIVING??'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/R0o3bOAOJyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-xecclP9b4Q/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-9029262174725847973</id><published>2007-11-12T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:35:07.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn a word, give some rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/index.php"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; a neat little game someone posted over at Paperbackswap.com.  For every vocabulary word you get right in the game, they donate 10 grains of rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the FAQ, your playing the game earns money from the advertisers on the site and the money is then used to purchase rice. Fun little game too.  I've earned about 1000 grains of rice just now while talking on the telephone to a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-9029262174725847973?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/9029262174725847973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=9029262174725847973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/9029262174725847973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/9029262174725847973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/11/learn-word-give-some-rice.html' title='Learn a word, give some rice'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-5208290103652750945</id><published>2007-11-12T11:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:48:48.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One last try</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again we've undertaken a project trying to fix the patches of dead grass and mud in our front yard. I forgot to take a before photo, but just imagine all the mulched parts in the after photo with patches of dirt and mud instead of mulch. And instead of the plants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the street:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132003650323489266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RziKISOKIfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/nUQ3V8fXy6U/s320/yard.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here it is from the driveway:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132004170014532098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RziKmiOKIgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DVxxYV3PDjM/s320/yard2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much better and now everytime it rains we won't have so much mud in the house. After 3 tries at replanting grass, it's just not going to happen. I'm not sure if the plants I put there will survive or not. Between the tree roots soaking up all the water and the kids playing football in the front yard it's not likely. I just had to try anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When uploading these I noticed the color isn't very good. Which just adds to my case for needing a new camera... &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/21304636-5208290103652750945?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5208290103652750945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=5208290103652750945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/5208290103652750945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/5208290103652750945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-last-try.html' title='One last try'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RziKISOKIfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/nUQ3V8fXy6U/s72-c/yard.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-5857186237270308157</id><published>2007-11-10T13:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T14:00:18.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New pet?</title><content type='html'>For about a week now, I've had a &lt;a href="http://www.the-lizard-lounge.com/content/gallery/lizard-pictures/green-anole-pictures/green-anole-01.jpg"&gt;green anole &lt;/a&gt;living in the space between the window and screen in our office. At first I thought he just kept running in there, but he's geen there every time I come in here for a week now. I'll try to post a photo later, but it's not really a spot where it's going to show well. And my camera is currently on a cub scout campout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my new pet is growing on me. He's moderately cute, he doesn't shed, he doesn't bark and he finds his own food. Hmmm. Maybe the dog could learn something from this tiny green monster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-5857186237270308157?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5857186237270308157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=5857186237270308157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/5857186237270308157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/5857186237270308157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-pet.html' title='New pet?'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-1277082076921820498</id><published>2007-10-16T12:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T12:10:23.192-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redecorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><title type='text'>Paint Fumes</title><content type='html'>I've finally decided to paint the cabinets in my kitchen. I've hated the color ever since we moved in her and my hatred has deepened since we repainted the kitchen walls a year or so ago. I keep thinking I need to save up some money and pay someone because all the websites on how to do it make it sound extremely hard with suggestions of painting with some type of special putty first to make the paint stick and rigging up some kind of thing on the shower curtain rod to hang the doors up to dry. Oookay. So, night before last I grabbed some white paint and some brushes and talked Mark into taking one of the cabinet doors off for me. Since this process involved power tools he happily obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, so good, but I've realized that at the rate I'm going it's going to take me at least 2 weeks to complete this project. This is as fast as I can go given the need for two coats per door and on each cabinet and the need for them to dry for 2 hours between coats and overnight before replacing. I only have so much space in which I'm willing to paint and dry doors and that space will hold about 3-4 doors or drawers a day. Add in that both sides of the doors have to be painted and throw in a dash of paranoia about the kids messing with it all if I paint while they're at home and that two weeks may take even longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The up side is it's not nonstop painting so I am getting other stuff done. The down side is that I'm going to be sniffing paint fumes quite a bit for awhile. I took some pictures today and I'll post them as soon as I either load Photoshop onto the new computer or Mark tells me where to find this great photo program that is "hidden" on here. Since it doens't involve power tools I'll either have to wait a few weeks or do it myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-1277082076921820498?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/1277082076921820498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=1277082076921820498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/1277082076921820498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/1277082076921820498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/10/paint-fumes.html' title='Paint Fumes'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-2170944649914313946</id><published>2007-10-09T12:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T12:20:03.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recalls</title><content type='html'>Is there anyone out there who has not had something they own, ate or borrowed recalled in the past year? I'm getting tired of it. The latest in the bunch? Some cub scout badges.  Somehow that just seems wrong!  If nothing else, surely we can rely on the scouts to check things out before they buy. Apparently not. And lucky for us, the den leaders are in charge of collecting all the "bad" ones from their dens to turn into the scout shop. Bleh. Like I needed one more unpleasant job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-2170944649914313946?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2170944649914313946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=2170944649914313946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/2170944649914313946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/2170944649914313946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/10/recalls.html' title='Recalls'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-352134328876893631</id><published>2007-10-04T20:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T20:24:26.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Name Tag</title><content type='html'>Candy over at &lt;a href="http://www.beauchampfamily.com/"&gt;House 'o Beauchamp&lt;/a&gt; tagged me on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet, current car) Bo Passat&lt;br /&gt;2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (favorite ice cream, favorite cookie) Butter Pecan Chocolate Crinkle&lt;br /&gt;3. YOUR FLY “GUY/GIRL” NAME: (first initial first name, first 3 letters last name) D-Denise Ham&lt;br /&gt;4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal) Green Monkey&lt;br /&gt;5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born) Elaine Midland&lt;br /&gt;6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (first 3 letters last name, first 2 letters first name) Hamde&lt;br /&gt;7. SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, favorite drink and add” the”) The Black Margarita&lt;br /&gt;8. NASCAR NAME: (first names of your grandfathers) James James (seriously - but they both went by their middle names, which would be Edwin Scott)&lt;br /&gt;9. STRIPPER NAME: (favorite perfume, favorite candy) Musk Lindt Truffle&lt;br /&gt;10. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s and father’s middle names) Jean Bryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm supposed to tag 5 more people.  I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sula&lt;br /&gt;Angela&lt;br /&gt;Jenny&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;Dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people better be reading my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-352134328876893631?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/352134328876893631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=352134328876893631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/352134328876893631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/352134328876893631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/10/name-tag.html' title='Name Tag'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-4688164779504513277</id><published>2007-10-03T12:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T12:13:57.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush vetos children's health insurance bill</title><content type='html'>ARGH! Grrr. I don't usually get too political. And we all knew this would happen. But I'm still hopping mad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/POLITICS/10/03/bush.veto/index.html"&gt;Call me a flaming liberal, but I just can't fathom opposing health care for kids!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;President Bush on Wednesday vetoed legislation expanding a children's health insurance program by $35 billion over five years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I think that this is probably the most inexplicable veto in the history of the country. It is incomprehensible. It is intolerable. It's unacceptable," said Sen. Edward Kennedy, D-Massachusetts, who pleaded with Republicans to help overturn the veto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm w/ Ed on this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-4688164779504513277?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4688164779504513277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=4688164779504513277' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/4688164779504513277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/4688164779504513277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/10/bush-vetos-childrens-health-insurance.html' title='Bush vetos children&apos;s health insurance bill'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-3896737666184252697</id><published>2007-09-30T18:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T19:11:35.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Roars and Snores</title><content type='html'>I petted a rhinocerous, I fed a giraffe, I touched a hedgehog, I walked at least 100 miles. Our camera battery died. We had so much fun. I'm tired as a person could possibly be, but in a very good way. I have to admit I was more than a little nervous at the prospect of spending the night at the zoo. Doubly nervous since we didn't know until we got there if we'd be in with the reptiles and amphibians or in the saltwater aquarium. Triply nervous because my darling husband agreed to take and be responsible for another kid whose parents could not go (and there may be more on this in a later post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all went well. My worries were for naught.  I'm so glad we went and I'm so glad we took O because I know this is one of those things all the boys will remember forever. Possibly one of the stories they'll tell their grandkids. They'll embellish it, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we unloaded and divided into groups. I thought we were stuck in the reptile house group, but somehow ended up in the aquarium group because the numbers were off or something. That was sooo cool. Well, except for when someone popped up about an hour after everyone went to sleep and yelled 'THE EEL IS OUT." and all the kids ran to the front of the tank and started screaming about it. That was exciting, but not exactly "cool" for us old people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After setting up, we had pizza and our group of 60 split up into another 3 groups. Our group started in the small animal exibit. There we got to touch a snake, a hedgehog and look at an exotic bird up close. The zoo people told the kids all about them. I spent most of my efforts keeping the kids focused so I missed a lot of the talk. Then we went on a "night hike" and to check out the animal habitats and see who was "up." We saw the elephants and one of the lionnesses out in the dark. Then she showed us where they keep the animal's food. The kids were most excited by the mice. Both the dead ones on a glue trap in the grain room and the frozen ones in the freezer across the hall. Yep, frozen mice - individually frozen with their fur on and packed on a little styrofoam meat tray. ICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the really cool part. We went to see the rhinos and were allowed to reach into the cages and pet their tusks. Their tusks feel really strange - kind of soft and smooth, but hard and rough all at the same time. We got an up-close look at some lions and some tigers. Not just close, but so close that if we reached out we could have touched them. We were, however, very careful not to reach out and touch them! Next, we got to feed the giraffes. Giraffes (at the zoo at least) eat cut up bananas and apples. Sunshine kept dropping his fruit because he couldn't manage to hang onto something that disgusting long enough to carry it two feet from the bucket to the giraffe. Wow. Giraffes are actually quite friendly and seem like they'd be really fun to have for a pet if you had a large enough yard. The yard would have to have extremely tall trees, but they'd sure be fun to have around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I'm forgetting something here. When that was all done we went back to the little dining deck and had some animal crackers and water for a snack then it was off to bed. Which involved walking back uphill to the aquarium to get our stuff, down to the bathrooms and uphill again to the aquarium. By this time my legs could barely move and I was too tired to do more than tell the kids to get themselves into their sleeping bags and pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we had breakfast, then had a full 3 hours to tour the zoo before it opened to the public. If you ever decide to do one of these zoo overnight things, definitely do it on a Saturday night. That was a huge bonus to the whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple of people who took pictures for us since our camera battery died about 20 minutes into the trip and if they actually do send them I'll post them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-3896737666184252697?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3896737666184252697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=3896737666184252697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/3896737666184252697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/3896737666184252697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/09/roars-and-snores.html' title='Roars and Snores'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-4248884157696267088</id><published>2007-09-23T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T09:10:47.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My book reviews</title><content type='html'>Not sure if anyone ever checks out my book review blog. I'm not sure exactly why I started except it seemed like book reviews don't really fit on this blog and I occasionally like to blabber about books I've read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I should point out for those of you who actually do read the book reviews that I don't necessarily blog every book I read and that there is absolutely no rhyme nor reason as to why I do or don't blog about a book. I'm updating my list of books I'm reading and realized I might mention that lest anyone is holding their breath for reviews on some of the books I've read recently. Not likely, but stranger things have happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-4248884157696267088?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4248884157696267088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=4248884157696267088' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/4248884157696267088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/4248884157696267088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-book-reviews.html' title='My book reviews'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-708668573560550385</id><published>2007-09-17T07:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T08:32:50.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate AT&amp;T</title><content type='html'>First, let me say that the only reason we have a landline in the first place is for our internet service. We had problems with cable when we moved out here so we switched over to DSL. I'm not really advocating that DSL is better or has better service in general - at our previous house we'd had cable because they couldn't get the DSL to work right there. OK, there we actually went without phone service for weeks at a time because the phone company couldn't be bothered to come out and fix broken lines. Here, they couldn't get cable to work, but no problems with the phone service. At least now until now. But, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently our area changed zip codes. Which has been a huge hassle because many stores and a little site called Google Maps have our new zip code listed as being in an entirely different town. Not just the next town over, but a town I'd never heard of - Sandy, Texas. I'm sure Sandy is a very nice place to live. I'm not dissing it. But, I happen to live in Round Rock, which is in Williamson County, just north of Austin. Sandy is in Blanco County, somewhere between Johnson City and Llano. Nice. So,  I'm wondering if that's what's taking my mail so long now that we've changed - does it all have to go to Sandy first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the change apparently caused some issues with the phone company. Because now that we are in the 78665 zip code, which they have changed for us, we are now outside the city limits of Sandy and we got a card letting us know that our calls to Sandy, Austin and Round Rock are now long distance. Which doesn't really matter since I use my mobile for most calls anyway.  But, I find it more than a little disturbing that they want to charge me long distance fees to call my next door neighbor. Since she is also 81.7 miles outside the city limits of Sandy it seems it should be a local call. Am I right here? Yes, I realize I can just walk next door, but what if I just got out of the shower and need to tell her something urgent? It's the principle of the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a 30 minute wait I finally reach "Bill," who has a suspicious accent for someone with such a genericly English sounding name. "Bill" proceeds to tell me that I need some kind of pin number for him to talk to me about my account. I don't have a pin number. I just need him to tell me what I need to do to get myself relisted as living in Round Rock instead of Sandy. I can go find the number later and call back when I get my ducks in a row, but I need to know what type of info I need to send them to straighten it out.  I'm not asking for account changes right now. I'm not asking for personal information. I'm not asking to sell my firstborn son into slavery. I'm just asking for some general information about how to fix a problem so I can go get the necessary info and send it to them. Surely he can tell me some general info without a pin number. I think the pin number is written in the booklet that the DSL guy gave us when we moved in 5 years ago. It's filed somewhere but I'm not really sure where since it's been 5 years since I've needed my 7-digit telephone number pin code. Seriously. Do people really just *know* these things? Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, "Bill" "cannot give out any special information related to the account holder's account without accessing the account holder's 7-digit-pin number or the long distance telephone number calls in question to the account holder." Niiiice.   There aren't any long distance calls in question YET. I'm trying to prevent problems rather than wait for them to happen. Thanks Bill. Thanks AT&amp;amp;T. I may be giving cable internet a try again soon. And if you start seeing calls to Sandy, TX on your phone bill, it's me. Since I now live outside the city limits of Sandy. 81.7 miles outside the city limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to start the week. Now I get to go get new tires on my car. I can hardly wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-708668573560550385?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/708668573560550385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=708668573560550385' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/708668573560550385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/708668573560550385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-hate-at.html' title='I hate AT&amp;T'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-6829947122541775235</id><published>2007-09-12T10:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T10:51:32.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Service Announcement</title><content type='html'>A little word from &lt;a href="http://laineypoz.wordpress.com/2007/08/30/obnoxious/"&gt;E&lt;/a&gt; about why parents who don't want to join the PTA should at the very least be nice about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-6829947122541775235?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6829947122541775235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=6829947122541775235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/6829947122541775235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/6829947122541775235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/09/public-service-announcement.html' title='Public Service Announcement'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-6072367516014222506</id><published>2007-09-12T06:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T06:31:48.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is crazy.</title><content type='html'>I've heard of rabid sports fans, but &lt;a href="http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2007/football/ncaa/09/11/oklahoma.texas.fight.ap/index.html?cnn=yes"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is just nuts. Seriously. Over the top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-6072367516014222506?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6072367516014222506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=6072367516014222506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/6072367516014222506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/6072367516014222506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-crazy.html' title='This is crazy.'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-6161774731113039931</id><published>2007-09-06T10:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T12:09:59.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>63 Annoying Questions</title><content type='html'>Not sure why, but I feel like annoying my readers today so I stole this from &lt;a href="http://surviving-we-three.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sula:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Song that always makes you sad? :  &lt;a href="http://www.popculturemadness.com/Music/Lyrics/Everybody-Hurts-REM.html"&gt;Everybody Hurts&lt;/a&gt; by REM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Last thing you bought? : lunch at Cafe Java&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last person you argued with? : My mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you put Butter before putting the jelly on? : yes, I put the butter on, toast it under the broiler, THEN put the jelly on. for me anyway. The kids get what they get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. One of your stuffed animals : When I was a kid I had a cat w/ three little kittens attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Did you ever own at one time a Nysnc Cd?  No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite day of the week? : Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite Sundae topping? : Butterscotch sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you take Piano lessons? : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Most frequent song played? : That's a tough one. Maybe "1985" b/c that song cracks me up. Or maybe it's "There is a River" by Jars of Clay lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. T.V. show you secretly enjoy? :  Mary Tyler Moore reruns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Would you rather play basketball or hockey? : Neither. Do have HAVE to pick a sport? I guess hockey b/c you can hit people w/ those sticks. I'm too short for basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Date someone older or younger? : Older, but barely (Ok, so I'm married to him, but whatever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. One place you could travel right now? : could or want to? I could travel to Waco and will this weekend. I want to travel to Italy and will in another 1o years or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you use umbrellas? :  Very rarely. I just get wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you know all the words to the Canadian national anthem? : No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Cheese? :  Buffalo Mozzarella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Disturbed or My Chemical Romance? :  Disturbed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you prefer Blondes or Brunettes? : Brunettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Best job you ever had? : Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. did you go to your high school prom? Sort of - we didn't have a prom but did have a formal dance by another name and I did go to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. perfect time to wake up? : noon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. perfect time to go to bed? : 3 a.m. (assuming I can sleep until noon - see above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. do you use your queen right away in chess? .. can you do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Ever been in a car accident? : many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. closer to mom or dad...or neither? : Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. what age is this exciting life over for you? : 70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. what decade during the 20th century would you have chosen to be a teenager? : This one. Really any but the 80s. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite shoes you have EVER owned? : I have some awesome boots that are black w/ heels and *really* nice, soft leather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you have an article of clothing you have had since you were in high school : Yes. I have a jacket I've had since Junior High!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Were you in track and field? : Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Were you ever in a school talent show? : yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever written in a library book? : NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Allergic to? : My father-in-law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite fruit? : Fresh Cherries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Have you watched sex and the city? : I watched 1/2 an episode once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Baseball hat or toque? : Baseball hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you shampoo first in the shower or soap? : shampoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Wet the toothbrush or brush dry with the toothpaste? : wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Pen or pencil? : pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Have you ever gambled at a casino? : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Have you thrown up on a plane? : No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you thrown up in a car? : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Have you thrown up at work? : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you scream on roller coasters? : Heck, yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Who was your first prom date? : Tommy somethingoranother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Who was your first roommate? : Debbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What alcoholic beverage did you drink when you got drunk for the first time? Margarita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What was your first job? : Babysitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What was your first car? : Honda Prelude. Red, with a sunroof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. When did you go to your first funeral? : Supposedly I went to my grandfather's funeral when I was 2. First I remember was my granny's when I was 10 (I think - I was in elem. school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. How old were you when you first moved away from your hometown? : 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Who was your first grade teacher? : I'm too old to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Where did you go on your first airplane ride? : Dallas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with? : Jennifer, Jennifer and Melissa. We walked to Whataburger and got some taquitos. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Who was your first Best Friend and are you still friends with them? : Danny. We don't see each other very often. No falling out or anything though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Where did you live the first time you moved out of your parent : Waco, TX  (woo hoo!, now that's a big happening place!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day? : Mark or Shelley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Who's wedding were you in : Jennifer, Karen, Christine, Bryan and Natalie, Stacia, Beth, gosh,I can't even remember them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What is the first thing you do in the morning? : Hit the snooze on the alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. What was the first concert you attended? : Amy Grant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. First tattoo or piercing? : Ears pierced when I was 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. First celebrity crush? : Scott Baio. I still love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-6161774731113039931?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6161774731113039931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=6161774731113039931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/6161774731113039931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/6161774731113039931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/09/63-annoying-questions.html' title='63 Annoying Questions'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-3067809842814798743</id><published>2007-09-04T19:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:23:12.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Done!</title><content type='html'>Cub Scout popcorn show and sell is over, done, finished. Our pack did a great job and I am so glad it's over. Britt, who will take over next year, came over last night to count the last batch of money (hey, if you had to count up more than $4,000 and most of that in 1s and 5s, you'd need help too!). I've updated the database with everyone's sales and now all I have to do is sit back and.... wait for the take-order phase. [sigh] The fun never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Britt seems pretty set on taking over for next year and Mark's agreed to be the pack treasurer so I can always fall back on the argument that it's *unethical* for the head fundraiser to be married to the treasurer. Right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all the popcorn and cash, we had a great holiday weekend. We cooked out with some neighbors and the kids ran around the culdesac all day Monday. Next weekend is the beginning of sports season for us. Superman starts soccer and its the first Baylor home football game, which I can't say I'm jumping up and down excited about, but the relatives are expecting us to meet up with them for the evening in Waco. Which can be either fun or torturous. I just never know.  Sunshine's football won't start for another week.  Then we'll be really crazy on Saturdays. Not that we are exactly not crazy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-3067809842814798743?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3067809842814798743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=3067809842814798743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/3067809842814798743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/3067809842814798743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/09/done.html' title='Done!'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-4757934326755209089</id><published>2007-08-28T10:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T14:41:56.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, there's a career I hadn't considered...</title><content type='html'>"Mommy, you should get a job with the Round Rock Express and we could go watch you play and eat hot dogs." Apparently I've really improved my batting skills this summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-4757934326755209089?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4757934326755209089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=4757934326755209089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/4757934326755209089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/4757934326755209089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/08/now-theres-career-i-hadnt-considered.html' title='Now, there&apos;s a career I hadn&apos;t considered...'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-9028038933587919458</id><published>2007-08-27T15:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T15:33:44.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Verdict Is...</title><content type='html'>The boys had a great first day of school. No calls from the principal, which is good and no notes in the bags, which is also good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer's main impression on his teacher is that she talks too much but he likes her anyway because she has both &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pokemon &lt;/span&gt;chapter books AND &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A-Z Mysteries&lt;/span&gt; on her classroom bookshelves! He said they did not really do any work today and he played kickball at recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman doesn't really remember much about his day except that the teacher did not yell at him and his lunch was good. I can't imagine how anyone would enjoy eating tomato soup (his lunchbox request) with crackers at 10:30 in the morning. But, apparently he did.  He seems exhausted so after a quick trip to Sonic, they collapsed in front of the TV for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. I can rest easy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-9028038933587919458?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/9028038933587919458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=9028038933587919458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/9028038933587919458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/9028038933587919458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-verdict-is.html' title='And the Verdict Is...'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-310181761500496966</id><published>2007-08-27T08:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:48:52.121-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RtLgZ7fYMRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Umno9XYly4M/s1600-h/Lukeorientation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103388063834845458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RtLgZ7fYMRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Umno9XYly4M/s320/Lukeorientation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the first day of Kindergarten for Superman and the first day of Third Grade for Sunshine. I know I'm supposed to be sad my baby is starting school, but at this point all I feel is relief that we've made it to this point and I'm going to have some time to get stuff done around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're doing drop off a bit differently this year. The kindergarteners meet up in the gym, as they've done for the last 4 years, but the older kids aren't meeting in the cafeteria anymore but go straight to their class. Not sure when they plan to do assemblies. This will actually work out better for us b/c after the first week or so Sunshine can just take Superman to the gym for us since he'll be going that way anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys were not thrilled about having their picture taken together before school:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103390520556138850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RtLio7fYMWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_tXkPpSv4YY/s320/P5030027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nor were they happy about getting their picture taken walking into the school: I took 3 but I could not get any of them to stop for even a second:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103388686605103394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RtLg-LfYMSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ecImaSykQRQ/s320/all3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Superman walking into the school building:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103389579958300994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RtLhyLfYMUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/vzRUpnr-HlY/s320/Luke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Sunshine outside his new classroom:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103389133281702194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RtLhYLfYMTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Yvcm5tN3tG0/s320/P5030038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Superman waiting in the gym. I dunno if he's upset about starting school or just irritated I keep taking photos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103390030929867090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RtLiMbfYMVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5bfFQxDgzwE/s320/P5030042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll have a full report on the first day tomorrow. Today is also Mark's birthday so we're taking him to dinner at Dairy Queen. Wouldn't be my first choice, but whatever.&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/21304636-310181761500496966?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/310181761500496966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=310181761500496966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/310181761500496966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/310181761500496966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RtLgZ7fYMRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Umno9XYly4M/s72-c/Lukeorientation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-8085052308442970642</id><published>2007-08-22T20:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T20:51:00.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Book Are You?</title><content type='html'>I found this cute quiz over at paperbackswap.com.  I am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/mhatbaf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Georgia Ref,Book Antiqua,Garamond;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;i&gt;"Master Harold"... and the Boys&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by Athol Fugard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even though you should have realized it for years, you're only just&lt;br /&gt;starting to understand how bad your society is. It's been keeping some of your best&lt;br /&gt;friends down for ages, and even you have been complicit with this system. When you&lt;br /&gt;make a mess, someone else is quick to clean it. When you need help, someone else is&lt;br /&gt;quick to your rescue. But when they point out injustice, you've pulled the wool over&lt;br /&gt;your eyes. Until now. If you ever need a cast, it will be small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/bquiz.htm"&gt;Book Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the &lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org/"&gt;Blue Pyramid&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Georgia Ref,Book Antiqua,Garamond;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I guess I need to read this book now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-8085052308442970642?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8085052308442970642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=8085052308442970642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/8085052308442970642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/8085052308442970642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-book-are-you.html' title='What Book Are You?'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-7031195840390368919</id><published>2007-08-15T08:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T08:54:54.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Diet Coke report</title><content type='html'>So, in case anyone is interested in my little no diet coke experiment - I have now made it a full week with absolutely no diet coke. None. Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I feel any better or worse. It seems I should since I've been drinking water instead. Which is weird because even though I drank about 20 glasses of water yesterday I still feel slightly dehydrated this morning. But, hey, it WAS 107 yesterday according to the neon sign at Walgreens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel more tired so I think I may have to start making myself some tea midafternoon so I can stay up late enough to get all my "stuff" done at night. I've been crashing out by 11 p.m. all week and as a result my house is a mess and I have piles of paperwork on the desk. All the parenting experts say I should be able to get all that done while the kids are still up, but they haven't met my kids. Or the neighbor kids for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you are thinking about giving up your soda addiction I'd highly recommend replacing it with a cup of Scottish Breakfast tea in the morning. That seems to be what got me over the hump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tonight Mark will explain how to download and put up a video on here so I can show you all Luke's hair from soccer camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-7031195840390368919?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7031195840390368919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=7031195840390368919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/7031195840390368919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/7031195840390368919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/08/diet-coke-report.html' title='The Diet Coke report'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-3276237087301364807</id><published>2007-08-15T08:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T08:48:12.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pachelbel Bedtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/uISuvTiTYJA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/uISuvTiTYJA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can sooo relate to this song. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-3276237087301364807?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3276237087301364807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=3276237087301364807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/3276237087301364807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/3276237087301364807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/08/pachelbel-bedtime.html' title='Pachelbel Bedtime'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-2260305537856297672</id><published>2007-08-10T12:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:37:57.339-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're back</title><content type='html'>We're back from our little excursion to the coast. Fun was had by all, but we are exhausted! Apparently Casa del Mar, which was a nice, quiet family establishment last summer has become a happening party place. Or maybe we just got bad neighbors. Either way, we still have fun, but since my kids get up between 6 and 7 every morning regardless of when they went to bed, listening to the neighbors yelling to the people in the balcony above us and running around laughing until midnight every night was kind of rough on us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it was great. Sunshine has become quite the fisherman and spent several hours one morning and then again that evening fishing off the piers with Mark. They may go on a deep sea fishing trip next summer if we can get Sunshine over his fear of boats. Superman wouldn't mind the boat but lasted all of 10 minutes on the pier so he'll be staying ashore with me either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our summer of the endless monsoon we were surprised by unbelievably nice weather. The only rain we saw the entire trip was on our way through Houston on the way there. After that, nothing but sunny blue skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schlitterbahn was a hit again. They've opened a new section and the white water rapids were cool. The crazy people who were "reserving" tubes were not cool. At any given time, there were 100-plus tubes sitting unused up by the picnic tables with a cranky person guarding them. Ugh. But, we managed to snag a few anyway for the river rides. I went on a couple of slides, but those enclosed slides freak me out so I mostly watched Mark and the kids on those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our other outings included daily time on the beach playing in the waves and building sandcastles, pool time, the Rainforest Cafe and Joe's Crab Shack. We also ate at Shrimp and Stuff, a nondescript little place in the middle of town that is Mark's and my favorite seafood restaurant in Galveston. If you go down to Galveston, I'd highly recommend you try it. It's a pretty casual place where you order at the cash register and pick up food at the window fast-food style, but the shrimp and fish are amazingly fresh and cooked just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to attack the mound of laundry and the messes the kids made while I wrote this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-2260305537856297672?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2260305537856297672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=2260305537856297672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/2260305537856297672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/2260305537856297672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/08/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re back'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-8018165778309379698</id><published>2007-08-03T16:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T16:29:31.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Bound</title><content type='html'>So, we're leaving tomorrow. Laundry is folded, car is cleaned out, fishing poles packed. I have to wait for the kids to go to bed to pack their stuff or they help and we end up with about 4 suitcases of stuff we don't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went back and looked at &lt;a href="http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/07/turtles-and-bats-and-fish-oh-my.html"&gt;my blog entry&lt;/a&gt; from our beach trip last year. Now I'm really excited.&lt;br /&gt;Galveston Island may not be the prettiest most pristine beach in the country, but there is a ton of stuff to do there and we stay right across the street from a fishing pier and next door to the Waffle House. What more could you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya in a few days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-8018165778309379698?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8018165778309379698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=8018165778309379698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/8018165778309379698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/8018165778309379698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/08/beach-bound.html' title='Beach Bound'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-5817763980827670003</id><published>2007-08-01T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T19:48:11.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Wales, Go!</title><content type='html'>Superman is in British Soccer Camp this week. Interesting concept. The company brings in coaches from Great Britian to teach tiny Americans how to play soccer. His comment on the first day was "That was easy. All we did was play games." He's enjoying himself, but seems a bit frustrated in a way because he was apparently planning to play some pretty rough soccer this week and apparently these silly British coaches don't take the game seriously enough. Instead of playing 2-hours soccer games, they play a bunch of cute little games involving kicking and such within their team, take a break, then play some other fun little game against the other three 5-year-old teams in the last 1/2-hour of camp (it's only a 2-hour camp).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Superman got the best of the three coaches and his team, Wales, is kicking some serious soccer ball against Scotland and Holland. Today they had crazy hair day and I'd show you a picture, but my camera wasn't working AGAIN. So, we may or may not play SPF this week and we may or may not have photos from our trip to the beach this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Superman wanted his hair to have a big X on it. Not sure why, but I gelled and sprayed it until it stuck up in X formation, then sprayed it green, blue and black. He won the crazy hair contest and earned 10 points for his team. Go Superman! Go Wales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't hear from me for a few days it's because we are in Galveston and our internet access is sketchy there. I will be finding wifi somewhere at least twice a day because I have to schedule time slots to sell cub scout popcorn. No, I can't even take off from my *volunteer* job to take a vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-5817763980827670003?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5817763980827670003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=5817763980827670003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/5817763980827670003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/5817763980827670003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/08/go-wales-go.html' title='Go Wales, Go!'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-3374007731241285184</id><published>2007-07-29T22:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:17:08.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>It's fascinating to me how every time I have a day when I am literally ready to just quit parenting, it's immediately followed by a wonderful day with the kids with almost no fighting and very little yelling. Do they just sense that I'm really about to go over the edge and they need to calm down or did all my yelling and crying actually get through to them. I guess for now I'd better just enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did order a few more books on parenting last night so maybe one of them will have the secret decoder ring for Sunshine and all his issues. Or at least some kinda hint as to why all the handy parenting tricks that work for everyone else just don't work for me. I've waited 8 years for him to grow out of this phase and I am DONE.  I'll let you know if they're good and post some reviews on &lt;a href="http://www.denisereads.blogspot.com/"&gt;my book review blog&lt;/a&gt; when I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday on our &lt;a href="http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/07/serving-those-in-need.html"&gt;Mobile Loaves and Fishes run&lt;/a&gt;  I learned that my  kids actually do like boring homemade sandwiches on cheap white bread. It's me that doesn't like them and I've been blaming my refusal to have them as a real meal on them. So, tonight Mark and I had salads and the boys made themselves turkey and cheese sandwiches on white bread. It was nice not to have do to really anything at all for dinner and not really have a big mess when we were all done since I'm getting ready for yet another event at our house tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we have a cub scout popcorn sales meeting at our house. How I managed to get myself put in charge of popcorn sales for the pack is a long story that begins with not having enough volunteers and ends with my inability to say no when I know the only other person who might do it is even more overcommitted than I am.  I'm gearing myself up to be really excited about popcorn tomorrow. I love popcorn! Really. Yum. Go Popcorn!  Does that sound sincere or what? And if anyone is hungry for popcorn, I'll have a garage full of it in a couple of weeks and would love to sell you some. But, wait. Don't walk off. It's not really about popcorn. It's for the scouts. Campouts and all that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-3374007731241285184?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3374007731241285184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=3374007731241285184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/3374007731241285184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/3374007731241285184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/07/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-3331541940411532055</id><published>2007-07-26T16:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T16:12:57.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No kidding?</title><content type='html'>We're &lt;a href="http://www.news8austin.com/content/top_stories/default.asp?ArID=188907"&gt;drought-free &lt;/a&gt;in Texas.  Just in case anyone was wondering when the drought would end.  I really thought the flooding for the past month or so made it obvious, but I guess we needed an official determination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-3331541940411532055?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3331541940411532055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=3331541940411532055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/3331541940411532055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/3331541940411532055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-kidding.html' title='No kidding?'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-2670035466099243295</id><published>2007-07-26T07:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T10:33:41.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of an Addict: Day 3</title><content type='html'>Well, today my resolve to stay off Diet Coke was really put to the test. My tin of green tea disappeared. I have no idea where it went. I spent 10 minutes looking for it while kids screamed for food before finding a single bag of Earl Grey back behind the decaf. herbal tea and the coffee I buy for when my mom is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That seems to be my biggest issue w/ giving up DC - it's sooo convenient. Tea, well, first I have to actually find it since it seems the man who says he'll clean the kitchen and leaves dirty utensils laying on the counter does consider putting the tin of tea away part of cleaning the kitchen. If only I knew where he put it. I've kept that tin, rarely used, right by the coffee pot for 6 months. So, naturally when I start depending on it to make it through the day it disappears.  Then I have to actually heat water and steep it. So, a single cup takes about 5 minutes to fix, longer  if the tea is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's 9 a.m. and after waking at 7:30 (well, really at 7 if you count the time I spent laying in bed pretending to sleep while the kids made noise downstairs) I just now sat down w/ my daily caffeine. I'm irritated. But also proud that I was able to cook breakfast and clean up the kitchen without any help. lol Now lets see how a I make it thru the day since I used up the last bag of caffeine, have an extra kid coming in 10 min. so I can't go get more and it's raining so these kids will be inside all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain Rain Go Away&lt;br /&gt;Don't come again any other day&lt;br /&gt;this summer&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is tired&lt;br /&gt;Children need to play&lt;br /&gt;The tomatoes are sated&lt;br /&gt;The creeks are full&lt;br /&gt;The lakes are ungated&lt;br /&gt;And we just want to go&lt;br /&gt;to the pool&lt;br /&gt;Rain rain, just go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-2670035466099243295?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2670035466099243295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=2670035466099243295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/2670035466099243295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/2670035466099243295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/07/diary-of-addict-day-3.html' title='Diary of an Addict: Day 3'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-750185486192237824</id><published>2007-07-19T15:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T16:17:31.351-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='repairman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MNO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry'/><title type='text'>Dirty Laundry</title><content type='html'>Well, no clean laundry for me today. Ryan brought his dad w/ him and they figured out that they've been *ordering the wrong part*. Yes. that's right. That's why the first new timer didn't work and why the one they brought today didn't either. So, they'll be back NEXT week. With another timer. That probably won't work. The plus side to this is that 1. I'm getting used to holding the knob while the laundry runs anyway 2. if timer NO. 3 doesn't work, the way I read my agreement w/ the warrenty company means we'll be getting a new washer paid for by them and 3. I get a lot of sympathy from Mark for not getting things done if I just say "well, I was trying to do a load of laundry..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say that everything in life seems much brighter when you have a Mom's night out/in coming up. This one will be at my house, but I get to send the kids away. I've had way more energy today than I have in a week. I got some cleaning done and I made the kids wash the dog and clean the back patio. I also got myself motivated and Superman and I went for a loooong walk this morning while Sunshine was at ceramics camp. I'm going to try to do that a few times a week and see if it helps me get rid of some of the pounds I've packed on the last year or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-750185486192237824?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/750185486192237824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=750185486192237824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/750185486192237824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/750185486192237824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/07/dirty-laundry.html' title='Dirty Laundry'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-419237189597613821</id><published>2007-07-18T09:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:31:29.020-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Clean laundry</title><content type='html'>Great news! Ryan, the washer repairman, will be returning to my house tomorrow with yet another new part for my defunct machine. I'm not sure if this one will actually work, but after a 2-week break between visits it'll be great to see his smiling face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, just maybe, I can get some laundry done without standing in the laundry room helping the machine along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for a random quote from Superman's visiting friend "He always gets hurt when I'm over here. Then I have to listen to all that crying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, dear Dario, I feel your pain.  Great news for you is that you get to go home and play in a nice quiet house later. I, on the other hand, must stay here all night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-419237189597613821?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/419237189597613821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=419237189597613821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/419237189597613821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/419237189597613821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/07/clean-laundry.html' title='Clean laundry'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-6251791532536362326</id><published>2007-07-18T08:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:48:54.422-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomatoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Another day</title><content type='html'>Another dollar. Or so the saying goes. Here, it's another day, another injury and another screaming kid. But, enough about that. Thought I'd show my proof that the sun is finally shining around here, at least a little:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088549449571064034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/Rp4ow5uxWOI/AAAAAAAAADE/_ykG3HiU9nk/s320/P3240007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The portaluca is *finally* blooming. Here is what 2 weeks of straight rain and then me out of town for another week did to my garden:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088552546242484530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/Rp4rlJuxWTI/AAAAAAAAADs/IevHJUoMhwU/s320/P3230001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/Rp4pjpuxWQI/AAAAAAAAADU/g1nRJ2o973U/s1600-h/P3240003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088550321449425154" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 224px; height: 154px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/Rp4pjpuxWQI/AAAAAAAAADU/g1nRJ2o973U/s320/P3240003.JPG" border="0" height="240" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone ever have "white beauty" eggplant and more importantly, would anyone who I might see soon like one? I'm the only one here who eats eggplant but I thought it'd be fun to try to grow. Apparently these are ripe when they turn golden yellow so unless I get some comment or email that that's wrong info I'll be back out to pick them later today. I had to come back in to get some scissors and got waylaid by some kid needing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also planning to pawn off some peppers on the girls when they come over tomorrow night. You know who you are so remind me when you're here. We have a few varieties, but I was pretty impressed with the production of the hot banana peppers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088550647866939666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/Rp4p2puxWRI/AAAAAAAAADc/XbZWSzy8GFI/s320/P3240004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And finally, the mystery plant of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088551519745300770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/Rp4qpZuxWSI/AAAAAAAAADk/_XeAyh3YBUg/s320/P3240005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sunshine is convinced it is a random veggie sprouted from last years seeds and won't let me pull it. However, I think he is wrong and it is ugly and needs to be pulled. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dy won &lt;a href="http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/07/june-showers-bring.html"&gt;last weeks contest &lt;/a&gt;with the answer of Beautyberry. I'm not 100 percent sure but I like the sound of her answer better than Delaine's answer of "weed." I resent the weed label on anything that grows in my yard and looks pretty with no effort at all. So, Dy is the lucky winner of a free evening at my house playing games. As the second runner-up, Delaine will also get a free evening at my house playing games. Candy gets an honorable mention for trying, but there were not any peppers so that can't be right. So Candy can come over too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I had some photos of the kids on the camera, but apparently not. Maybe next time.&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/21304636-6251791532536362326?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6251791532536362326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=6251791532536362326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/6251791532536362326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/6251791532536362326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-day.html' title='Another day'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/Rp4ow5uxWOI/AAAAAAAAADE/_ykG3HiU9nk/s72-c/P3240007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-8656071934060852141</id><published>2007-07-17T13:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:32:33.490-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squirrels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Tomato thief</title><content type='html'>I finally discovered what's been nibbling on my tomatoes. Squirrels! I finally got the netting up to protect them from the birds and now the squirrels have decided they like tomatoes better than acorns.  I can't seem to get a photo, but I've seen them scampering toward the corner of the netting that keeps getting pulled back, then back across the yard. I guess if it ever stops raining I'll figure out something to do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't make sense is that the pesky critters are only eating the tomatoes in the main part of the garden and ignoring the extras I planted in pots. No complaints, though. At least we're getting a few to eat!  Luckily I haven't been watering this year with all the rain so I'm not as irritated as I might be - I haven't worked too hard for those tomatoes.  Still, I'd like to eat a few and Mark's going to be disappointed if I can't make up extra spaghetti sauce this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, my cucumbers don't seem to be producing much, so all I've really got to show for all my springtime gardening is a peck of peppers and several almost-ripe eggplants. Oh well. Better luck next year. I'll try to post some pics of my overgrown veggie garden later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-8656071934060852141?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8656071934060852141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=8656071934060852141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/8656071934060852141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/8656071934060852141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/07/tomato-theif.html' title='Tomato thief'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-6630339896474523130</id><published>2007-07-14T17:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:33:57.907-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ear infection'/><title type='text'>What a way to start the day....</title><content type='html'>Mark: "Are you awake"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark: "Well, it's 5"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Mmmmphhh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark: "Denise.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I'll get up later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark: "Superman's ear hurts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Uh huh. Did you give him something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark: "Like what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "ANYTHING!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark: "No. Well, it's almost time to leave for the airport anyway. Do you know where the Tylenol is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that this conversations occurred in Superman's room because I'd been shoved out of my bed at 3 a.m. when said kid crawled in complaining of an earache. So, as you can see the morning started well. Woken at 5 a.m. to take care of a sick kid because my hubby who needed a ride to the airport at *6 a.m.* couldn't figure out how to give him some Tylenol. I love that man, but I think I may kill him one day. One early morning to be more precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow about my weekend as a single mom. Assuming I get some sleep tonight, that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-6630339896474523130?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6630339896474523130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=6630339896474523130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/6630339896474523130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/6630339896474523130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-way-to-start-day.html' title='What a way to start the day....'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-3726019300995993893</id><published>2007-07-12T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:48:55.635-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange plants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>June showers bring...</title><content type='html'>All the rain in late June and early July brought strange, out of control plants to my backyard. If this plant was in my yard 2 weeks ago, it was just barely starting to grow. The kid next door verified that it was *definitely* not here two weeks ago. Here it is now, along w/ the rest of the overgrown stuff in the back corner of my yard: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086496682836842658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RpbdyJuxWKI/AAAAAAAAACk/i3BIPJyPRjU/s320/P3190002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That spike at the top above the other plants but not quite as tall as the neighbor's tree is part of this same plant. I know what most of that stuff is - it's all the plants that Mark chopped "too far" back in the early Spring. They are now taking over our yard. Here are a couple of closeups of the mystery plant:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086496382189131922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RpbdgpuxWJI/AAAAAAAAACc/DO0Klm_UU1E/s320/P3190001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has white flowers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086497992801867986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/Rpbe-ZuxWNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YUlCGxDtdA4/s320/P3190004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And dark pink flowers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086497765168601282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RpbexJuxWMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DKVWjbQP16k/s320/P3190005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which turn into green, then dark purple berries:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086496867520436402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/Rpbd85uxWLI/AAAAAAAAACs/Kqn6qdFDjE0/s320/P3190003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The berries kind of look like blueberries but don't really have any flavor. (shhhh. Do NOT tell you-know-who I tasted strange plants growing in our yard or he'll have me at the ER before you can say "yuck"!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a really pretty plant and I'd love to know what it is. Anyone know?  I'll likely have to cut it down or at least chop it back. And if the berries are edible..... hmmmm.. Strange berry pie anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also have a few other "not planted" but at least recognized plants out there. Looks like I have my weekend plans set for the next month or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-3726019300995993893?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3726019300995993893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=3726019300995993893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/3726019300995993893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/3726019300995993893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/07/june-showers-bring.html' title='June showers bring...'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RpbdyJuxWKI/AAAAAAAAACk/i3BIPJyPRjU/s72-c/P3190002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-9213597217817511726</id><published>2007-07-11T13:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:48:56.113-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RpaKwpuxWDI/AAAAAAAAABs/W12-e8B4ieU/s1600-h/P3110009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086405397601933362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RpaKwpuxWDI/AAAAAAAAABs/W12-e8B4ieU/s320/P3110009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. I'm still in the land of the living. The kids went to visit the grandparents for a week so Mr. Fantastic and I headed off to Las Vegas for a few days. All in all it was fun, because how can 4 days alone with your husband without the kids NOT be fun? We stayed at the Mandalay Bay hotel, walked several miles a day, but ate enough to gain weight anyway. For my birthday, hubby took me to a restaurant called &lt;a href="http://www.hugoscellar.com/"&gt;Hugo's Cellar &lt;/a&gt;in downtown Las Vegas, Fremont Street. It was possibly one of the nicest and most romantic restaurants I've ever been to and the food, service, everything was fabulous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, we did the usual Vegas stuff. I didn't have much luck gambling. I tried to spend $5 on a video poker machine, but the computers in the casino went down just then and it wouldn't work so it gave me a ticket thing to use on another machine. I spent about 10 minutes trying to gamble, then gave up and cashed in my ticket. We saw all the fancy hotels, went to our hotel pool and spent a bit of time lazing around in our hotel room doing nothing, which is what vacations are all about anyway isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we got back I headed to Lubbock for my Uncle's 70th birthday party. Here's the birthday boy with his daughter:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086407137063688258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RpaMV5uxWEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HX39thpS4iE/s320/johnandstacia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks pretty good for 70, huh? We all had ice cream sundaes and the kids swam. When I'm 70 I hope I have a pool with a basketball goal and kids who will throw me a surprise party! Here's a picture of the kids with their cousins and second cousins:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086408322474661970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RpaNa5uxWFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ohtWJJcxqYo/s320/funnycousins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to admit here that I'm not exactly sure which boy cousin is which. The teenage girl on the left is my cousin Stacia's daughter Kelsey and the other two girls are my brother's daughters. You know my two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with the kids and my parents in Lubbock and they took me back to Midland for a few days. We did a few things there, but mostly just hung out while the kids played outside. Dad is in the middle of radiation for skin cancer (basel cell, not the bad one) so he was a bit tired after having the kids all week then trekking to Lubbock on Sunday. Mom and I did take the kids to the children's museum and an old-fashioned soda fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great vacation, but it's good to be home. Right now my boys are playing upstairs with the neighbor and I plan to repot some plants tonight. My eggplants are finally getting ripe so I had grilled eggplant for lunch. Ahhh. Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-9213597217817511726?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/9213597217817511726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=9213597217817511726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/9213597217817511726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/9213597217817511726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RpaKwpuxWDI/AAAAAAAAABs/W12-e8B4ieU/s72-c/P3110009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-8588236600655386780</id><published>2007-07-06T12:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:48:57.146-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>I've got photos!</title><content type='html'>While I'm on the desktop, though I'd download and put up a few recent photos. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunshine and Superman on the first day of cub scout camp:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080808710281080562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RoKomkwDrvI/AAAAAAAAABE/fKdLkNtDr4o/s320/P4070051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sunshine on the BB gun range:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080807151207952066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RoKnL0wDrsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SjTVlZzkXsk/s320/P4050015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of my den doing a skit at the end of week program:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080810986613747458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RoKqrEwDrwI/AAAAAAAAABM/wbN9tgVNtvA/s320/P4070054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman with a strawberry he grew on the front porch:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080807958661803746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RoKn60wDruI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ygw5dJtID8E/s320/P4070041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunshine blowing out his birthday candles:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080811497714855698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RoKrI0wDrxI/AAAAAAAAABU/7jWyMY61Pag/s320/P4140064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-8588236600655386780?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8588236600655386780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=8588236600655386780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/8588236600655386780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/8588236600655386780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-got-photos.html' title='I&apos;ve got photos!'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RoKomkwDrvI/AAAAAAAAABE/fKdLkNtDr4o/s72-c/P4070051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-7541555125277830630</id><published>2007-07-01T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T15:24:21.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So they do notice</title><content type='html'>Something was said about reading yesterday and Sunshine said "Mommy reads a lot. She reads those really *thick* chapter books all the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for noticing. I didn't really know they paid any attention to what I was doing when they came in asking for more food and drinks. Yippeee.  They may not think I'm smart, but at least they know I can read hard books!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-7541555125277830630?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7541555125277830630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=7541555125277830630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/7541555125277830630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/7541555125277830630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-they-do-notice.html' title='So they do notice'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-3730184739154700264</id><published>2007-06-29T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:48:57.530-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>My favorite junk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RoKss0wDryI/AAAAAAAAABc/3HEzyj_fKmU/s1600-h/spf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080813215701774114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RoKss0wDryI/AAAAAAAAABc/3HEzyj_fKmU/s320/spf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time for Stuff Portrait Fridays, brought to us by &lt;a href="http://www.randomandodd.com/"&gt;the woman who is redoing her bedrooom while recovering from the stomach flu&lt;/a&gt;.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show me your favoritest ugly creation that was made just for you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I couldn't pick just one, so here goes nothing: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080813958731116338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RoKtYEwDrzI/AAAAAAAAABk/sUp_zU7pQGc/s320/P4190069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, my kids went to the same preschool and I thought the matching faded paper flowers with beaded stems made a nice set. Note that Superman's class got to add strange goopy stuff and glass thingys to their pot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still musing why it was so all-fired important for me to send in the tomato sauce can so a kid could put beads on pipe cleaners and put them into it and I am in awe of the absolute insanity of *painting a shoe" and planting it with flowers.... Although I have to admit I've gotten a few compliments on the last one, it is UGLY. The photo doesn't do it justice. It is bright blue and has a dead plant of some sort in there - how are you supposed to water a shoe for goodness sake? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-3730184739154700264?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3730184739154700264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=3730184739154700264' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/3730184739154700264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/3730184739154700264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-favorite-junk.html' title='My favorite junk'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNRQRvIW0k4/RoKss0wDryI/AAAAAAAAABc/3HEzyj_fKmU/s72-c/spf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-6976152960262318243</id><published>2007-06-28T08:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:09:14.625-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry'/><title type='text'>Useless Ramblings</title><content type='html'>I am so ready for this week to be over. For some reason June is always the roughest month of summer around here. After a week of cub scout camp, then a week of VBS, I hosted Sunshine's birthday &lt;a href="http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/06/who-knew.html"&gt;party sleepover&lt;/a&gt;. Now I have a week to clean up and plan and get ready for Superman's birthday party. (Note to readers: it is NOT a good idea to have your childrens' birthdays four days apart.) And at every step something falls apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady who was going to do his Silver Surfer cake emailed yesterday that she can't do it after all, so I'm left holding the bag. Spent yesterday figuring that out and trying to find a place to get a Flash! action figure. Something the resident adult male around here said he could easily pick up for me, oh, a few weeks ago. Finally ordered online and broke the news to Superman that the present he'd been begging for for months would be arriving late. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the cake plan: I'm getting a cake frosted with gray icing, lined with blue at Walmart, then adding a silver surfer action figure on top. It will cost about the same amount as if my cake lady had made it, but won't taste 1/2 as good. Not like the kids care as long as sugar is involved. But, I was really looking forward to a GOOD cake. I know, I should make it mayself, but BTDT and let's just say cake making isn't my gift and leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today I need to get the dog's shots b/c even though we made reservations for his stay at PetSmart a month ago they choose yesterday to inform me that he needs his bordetello shot in order to stay there and it has to be done 48 hours in advance. (For those not in the know, the boys are heading to Gigi's after Superman's party and the hubby and I are going to Vegas for a few day R&amp;amp;R). I also need to order balloons for the party and make a rain plan since the party supposed to be at the neighborhood pool. Sadly I didn't really think it would rain so I put on the invite that it'd be moved to the house if it rains. Now I am kicking myself for not saying Chuck E Cheese because now rain is predicted so I have to clean my house and plan actual party games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I need to figure out a way to get some laundry done since my washer is broken. I just love how the repairman cheerfully says "It'll just take a couple of weeks for that part to come in. We'll give you a call when it does." TWO WEEKS. Do you have any idea how many loads of laundry I do in two weeks? I should own stock in Tide. Seriously. I do 3-4 loads a DAY. I have a post on here somewhere complaining about that very thing and sadly it has gotten worse and not better. And during the summer the boys' clothes tend to be a bit on the stinky side. So not only do we not have clean clothes, but the upstairs hallway (where their laundry hamper is) AND the laundry room smell like a Jr. High locker room. Two weeks indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did just come to whine. I'll try something more positive and interesting after I've spent a few days in Vegas. Monday, if it stops raining I may take some pics of my &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;jungle/&lt;/span&gt;garden, to post. For now, if you want enlightening, witty or politically informed I'd suggest you go elsewhere. Have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-6976152960262318243?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6976152960262318243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=6976152960262318243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/6976152960262318243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/6976152960262318243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/06/useless-ramblings.html' title='Useless Ramblings'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-9087894964777717537</id><published>2007-06-23T18:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T18:38:26.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My personality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality is Very Rare (INFP)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is dreamy, romantic, elegant, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 5% of all people have your personality, including 6% of all women and 4% of all men&lt;br /&gt;You are Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-9087894964777717537?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/9087894964777717537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=9087894964777717537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/9087894964777717537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/9087894964777717537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-personality.html' title='My personality.'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-4261303632960898201</id><published>2007-06-23T11:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T17:51:26.068-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crude humor'/><title type='text'>The joys of 8-year-old boys</title><content type='html'>Who knew that farting was so much fun? Certainly not me, but at 1 a.m. even I couldn't help but snicker at some of the loud, fake farts coming from the sleeping bags on the floor. I giggled more than once as I sprawled on the futon trying to keep the noise down to a dull roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sshhhh" I'd intone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolute silence. Then 30 seconds later: "Phhhbhhhhthhhthhht" &lt;phhbtt&gt;followed by shrieks of laughter. Then "That was Chris. Phew. That was a juicy one." "Was not. It was you." "No! It was William. I know it was him. It was a fake one." "It was real. I smeeeellll it and it stiiinks in here." "Hey guys, it was *me*. I farted LOUD. Did you hear it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (suppressing a giggle): "Sshhhh.. It's after 1 a.m. Please. You can whisper, just please stop yelling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolute silence.. Then "Phhbhhhbthththththt"  and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning the boys ran down for breakfast laughing and saying: "That was soooo coool last night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait to hear them praising how cool it was I let them go to the baseball game even though it was drizzling, the 'Nilla wafer and pudding cake, staying for the aftergame fireworks, or the "build your own ice cream sundae" I let them eat after we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I hear is: "Yeah. We were *farting* all night. Everyone just kept farting and farting. That was soooo cooool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least now I know the secret to a cool party. Next year I'll save the nearly $100 we spent on food and entertainment and just buy a a dozen or so whoopie cushions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some ear plugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-4261303632960898201?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4261303632960898201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=4261303632960898201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/4261303632960898201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/4261303632960898201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/06/who-knew.html' title='The joys of 8-year-old boys'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-5176078948759191924</id><published>2007-06-21T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:35:52.429-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday party'/><title type='text'>The Procrastination Game..</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow night is Sunshine's birthday party. We will have 4 boys (in addition to our 2) spend the night. The plan is to go to the baseball game first.  I need to clean the bathrooms, clean the playroom where they will be sleeping, make &lt;a href="http://www.kraftfoods.com/main.aspx?s=recipe&amp;m=recipe/knet_recipe_display&amp;amp;amp;Rpage=4&amp;u1=keyword&amp;amp;u2=vanilla%20wafers&amp;u3=**71*148&amp;amp;wf=9&amp;amp;recipe_id=63753"&gt;this, &lt;/a&gt;which is what Sunshine requested for his "birthday cake", pick up the downstairs, do a couple of loads of laundry and sweep before I go to bed. Since there is a 40 percent chance of thunderstorms I also need to come up with a backup plan that is both indoors and cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I am working on my third blog update of the day. Yes, I have gone more than a week without updating, but now that I'm overwhelmed I have time for three posts. I have also spent at least an hour checking out my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paperbackswap&lt;/span&gt;.com account and searching for books I may want.  Why is it when I have a ton of stuff to do I suddenly start goofing off and then end up staying up all night. I don't know. But I need to break the cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. And if you see another post from me tonight you will know I failed in my resolve and will once again be working into the wee hours of the morning to get all my stuff done. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-5176078948759191924?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5176078948759191924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=5176078948759191924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/5176078948759191924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/5176078948759191924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/06/procrastination-game.html' title='The Procrastination Game..'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-507181466184939543</id><published>2007-06-19T13:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:07:22.113-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids activities'/><title type='text'>Summertime</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm still here. Yes, I'm still busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That about sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (yes, actually *we* all three - Sunshine, Superman and me) did cub scout camp last week. As usual it was too hot and too long, but still worth the effort. My group was a bit easier than last year's group. Meaning no one wandered off in the middle of a station. We did have some trouble staying together and a couple of spats, including a hat thrown into the bathroom trashcan. But, no serious injuries and I didn't lose a single child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is Vacation Bible School at church. I somehow managed to get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cushy&lt;/span&gt; gig of *helping* (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hooo&lt;/span&gt; I was NOT in charge) in the craft area for 3 days. All I had to do was show up and do what I was told. Took the other two mornings off to run errands and clean my house without kids bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next big event is Sunshine's birthday party Friday. I"m praying the rain stops because we have four boys coming over to go to the baseball game, then spend the night. And I have no idea how I'm supposed to entertain them from 5 p.m. until the wee hours of Saturday morning if I can't take them to the baseball game for 5 hours or so. So, please join me in praying for a clear evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman is having his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; party next weekend. It's a "super surfer" party. Yes, my kid prefers the bad guy. It's at the pool, so once again we'll be praying for sunny weather next weekend. Either that or I'll just go ahead and have my nervous breakdown now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-507181466184939543?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/507181466184939543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=507181466184939543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/507181466184939543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/507181466184939543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/06/summertime.html' title='Summertime'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-8080712291284029868</id><published>2007-06-14T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:06:26.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm</title><content type='html'>Why are there so many SUV's parked outside of Whole Foods? Are they guzzling organic gas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-8080712291284029868?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8080712291284029868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=8080712291284029868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/8080712291284029868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/8080712291284029868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/06/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-5504264768787672643</id><published>2007-06-05T14:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:04:04.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Melting cheese</title><content type='html'>Today we learned how to melt cheese without using any type of heating device. Other than our over-heated house, that is. If you leave cheesesticks sitting out in an 85-degree kitchen for 30 minutes, they will melt. Luckily not to the runny stage, but definitely melted and squishy. Though they are not sitting in the top of the trash I'm sure we will have a later update on how long it takes them to fully melt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-5504264768787672643?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5504264768787672643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=5504264768787672643' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/5504264768787672643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/5504264768787672643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/06/melting-cheese.html' title='Melting cheese'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-1656325135893794008</id><published>2007-06-01T09:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:01:46.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not again</title><content type='html'>Once again, our air conditioner is out. We just had it repaired 3 weeks ago. I am tired of being hot and cranky in my house. I don't mind being hot when I'm outside playing with the kids or working in the yard, but when I come inside I like it to be nice and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pay for a homeowner's warrenty, thank goodness. Though the $55 service fee we have to pay each time they come out is starting to make me wonder if it's worth it. Perhaps it would have been fixed correctly the first time if we were choosing the repair company and paying for it ourselves. I think they are encouraged to do the bare minimum each time. At any rate, the guy came out today and said it was some kind of coil and it may be Thursday or Friday before they can get the right part. The warranty will cover most of the cost, but we will still be responsible for about $500 worth of "extras" (that they can't do the repair without - UGH). If we want to get a whole new unit it will "only" cost us another $4200 (assuming the original estimate is correct and doesn't change before he comes back), but we won't have to pay for the "extras" that won't be needed if we aren't replacing the coil. That would be minus the $1000 portion the warrenty company will pay (what they would have paid for the coil). The new unit will be more efficient and supposedly save us about $400 a year and it would be under warranty so we could drop paying for the other warranty (about $600/year). I know this all sounds dull but it's what's on my mind today and I'm trying to think it out. If anyone reading this has thoughts on what we should do I'd greatly appreciate it. I really don't know much about air conditioning except that I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 78 degrees in here when I got up this morning so I will have to leave soon for the pool or the mall. Yesterday afternoon it was 88 in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the neighbor kid has apparently moved in. I have sent them all outside at least 4 times this morning. The kid's mother came over and told them to come play at her house for a change but w/in 10 minutes they'd gone back outside then showed up in here. I guess I should be flattered that he likes it here,but I'm really just annoyed b/c currently someone is playing a flute while I'm blogging. Oh, wait, that is the four year old blowing on a straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-1656325135893794008?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/1656325135893794008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=1656325135893794008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/1656325135893794008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/1656325135893794008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/06/not-again.html' title='Not again'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-2929239758427578069</id><published>2007-05-28T18:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:00:31.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging again</title><content type='html'>So, after nearly a year of not blogging I've decided to start again. I've missed it, but I just had to many other things on my plate for awhile. Things haven't really slowed down, but I'm going to give blogging another shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened in the past year. I took over designing the yearbook for Sunshine's school, became the "popcorn kernal" for his cub scout pack and joined the communications committee at church. Among other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a friend I got a jumpstart on my plans to do freelance writing next year and wrote a pile of film synopses for one of her clients. Hopefully this will lead to more work in the coming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, Angie has inspired me to seek out writing assignments and be proactive in writing and sending out stories on spec. to publications. I've been keeping very busy with that and I'd be lying if I said that wasn't part of the reason I'm reviving my blog. Mark is building me a website and when it's finished I may have him link over here so potential clients can see a bit of my writing. Or maybe not. At any rate, the website is www.deniseinaustin.com , so take a look if you'd like. The name was chosen because my old yahoo email address that I've had for years sounded better than just my name, but I wasn't really wanting a businessy business name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that. Thanks for stopping by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-2929239758427578069?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2929239758427578069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=2929239758427578069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/2929239758427578069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/2929239758427578069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogging-again.html' title='Blogging again'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-115316447526913924</id><published>2006-07-17T13:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T13:27:55.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtles and bats and fish, oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/1600/P7180117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/P7180117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went to see the bats flying out from the McNeil Bridge with Sunshine's cub scout pack. Luckily we had ice cream b/c when we left at nearly 9 p.m. it was still 97 degrees out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event seemed to fit w/ the end of our vacation to Galveston, which included fishing, seeing sea turtles and Superman getting stung by a jellyfish (yeah - OUCH! is right!). For those not familiar w/ Jellyfish stings, they hurt. Bad. But, a little vinegar takes the sting out and the kiddo is back in the ocean before you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year on our trip to Galveston we make a visit to the &lt;a href="http://galveston.ssp.nmfs.gov/seaturtles/index.html"&gt;NOAA Lab &lt;/a&gt;to visit the sea turtles. They have a very short tour that lasts about 30 min. but seems like 3 hours b/c it's so freaking hot. Yet, it's all worth it to get up-close views of the turtles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/P7140087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to that a day of fishing, a day at &lt;a href="http://www.schlitterbahn.com/"&gt;Schlitterbahn&lt;/a&gt; andsome time at the beach and 5 days just wasn't enough! Galveston has been our annual vacation for about 3 years now and the list of "must dos" grows each year. We must stay at the "&lt;a href="http://www.casadelmartx.com/"&gt;place with the bunk beds&lt;/a&gt;." We must visit the turtles, go fishing off the pier &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/fishing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and eat at the &lt;a href="http://www.rainforestcafe.com/"&gt;Rainforest Cafe&lt;/a&gt;. We also must spend at least one full day at the beach, swim in the hotel pool and eat at least 2 breakfasts at &lt;a href="http://www.wafflehouse.com/"&gt;Waffle House&lt;/a&gt;. I think Schlitterbahn will be added for next year b/c fun was definitely had by all there. No pictures b/c we were having too much fun to take them! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only 4 more weeks of summer and then I may be back to more regular blogging. This weekend we'll be doing a Habitat for Humanity build w/ our church and next weekend the kids are visiting the grandparents. Sigh. I really wish I had time to get bored in summer.&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/21304636-115316447526913924?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/115316447526913924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=115316447526913924' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/115316447526913924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/115316447526913924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/07/turtles-and-bats-and-fish-oh-my.html' title='Turtles and bats and fish, oh my!'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114856394398175173</id><published>2006-05-25T07:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T07:36:59.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School's out for summer!</title><content type='html'>Sadly, with all my volunteering at the school and such, I'm almost as excited as the kids. So far so good on our first day of summer. They actually let me sleep (w/ the aid of a little TV) until 7:30 this a.m. Yippeeee! I love summer. I can clean up their messes and entertain them all freaking day if I can sleep past 7. Sad, isn't it? That sleeping past 7 is heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have chocolate chip pumpkin muffins in the oven for breakfast, then we're off to the Y for my yoga class, which incidently I've missed for 2 weeks b/c of illness and school stuff. Then it's to &lt;a href="http://www.gattiland-rr.com/"&gt;Gattiland&lt;/a&gt; to use the free meal Sunshine got at the school awards Monday. After that, I figure they'll be content to watch TV while I get a few things done, then the neighbor teen is coming over to babysit while hubby and I go to a movie at &lt;a href="http://www.drafthouse.com/"&gt;Alamo Drafthouse&lt;/a&gt;. The only way we go out to the movies anymore. If all goes as planned it will be an awesome first day of summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114856394398175173?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114856394398175173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114856394398175173' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114856394398175173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114856394398175173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/05/schools-out-for-summer.html' title='School&apos;s out for summer!'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114831148103434388</id><published>2006-05-22T09:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T19:04:57.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another busy week (or two)!</title><content type='html'>Whew! I'm ready for school to be out. I think. Dropped off the dyed rigatoni for the party at school tomorrow. For some reason Room Mom wants to make samples of the necklaces for the kids. They're making necklaces w/ pasta. Who needs a sample? I'm sure she will not be pleased when she learns that we dyed about 90 percent of the 3 boxes of rigatoni green. What can I say? My kids like green. There are three different shades of green, so there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we went to 4 parties. Yes, four. We were actually invited to 6, but declined 2 b/c it was just too much. It was all fun, but I'm wiped out. Kids are too I guess, since Superman asked to come home and take a nap at 10 a.m. hehehe Which means I finally get a chance to blog a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the worst mom award this week for not getting my son fully covered w/ sunscreen and burning his back. I'd take a pic and post it but don't want any evidence just in case CPS comes knocking at my door. I can see it now. "She not only let the kid get a horrendous burn, but she was so proud of it she posted pictures on her blog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise it was a lovely weekend. We spent all day Sat. at a church party at Emma Long park. Actually it was supposed to be our whole Sunday School class, but only 3 families showed. Meaning we got more boat time. It was hard to leave but we had another party that evening so we drug ourselves away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Superman had even more fun at the evening party. Seems he now has a GIRLFRIEND. All I know is that she is 5 and she chases him and that means she is his girlfriend. Any guesses on who it is? I need a name for that wedding invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of invites, I made the invites for the kids' birthday parties this year. I can't really post them b/c I used a cheap and easy program that doesn't save as any blogger-recognized file type. They were cool, but would've been cooler if the kids let me put what *I* wanted on them. I wanted Superman's to say "It's a bird, it's a plane......it's a Super party" but he insisted on "You're invited to a Superman party." Before you say who cares, kid can't read, remember that his lovely brother can and will tell him that Mommy did it wrong. Brothers stick together that way, you know. But, here's the photo I put on the front of Sunshine's invite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/pokecard%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gotta amuse myself somehow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114831148103434388?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114831148103434388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114831148103434388' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114831148103434388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114831148103434388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-busy-week-or-two.html' title='Another busy week (or two)!'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114728319841059281</id><published>2006-05-10T11:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T19:07:19.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am again</title><content type='html'>I started blogging b/c some friends of mine blog and I thought it'd be fun to join in on their blog games. But, just like everything in life I've found that I just really don't have time to give 100 percent to this and do all the blog games weekly, post regular updates on my life and be generally witty and funny on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm giving up blogging, but I'm going to be honest and say don't expect daily posts from me b/c it's just not happening. Life keeps getting in the way. And once summer arrives and Sunshine is home all day too, I think every couple of weeks might be the best I can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, while driving from one activity to the next, sitting at the doctor's office and in the library during story time I have thought of a few things I'd like to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I've been musing for weeks about weight and size and all those issues ever since &lt;a href="http://pinktangerine2.blogspot.com/"&gt;TKW&lt;/a&gt; blogged about her trouble finding clothes a couple of weeks ago. I never responded to her post b/c I had way too much to say to fit it into a comment block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike me, TKW is skinny. Size 2, if I'm remembering right. Thin and gorgeous. Since I'm average weight and nothing fits me, you'd think TWK would have no trouble finding clothing. NOPE. She can't find a darn thing that fits right either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is up w/ these designers? I remember awhile back reading that big rears were in b/c of one famous singer or another. I was quite excited that now they'd start making clothes that would *fit* people who were larger in back. But, no such luck. They just started making clothes to *make your rear look bigger*. Um, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if the fashion industry spent 1/2 the time thinking up designs that would *fit* different body types as they spend making clothes that empahasize or deemphasize certain features we'd *all* be a lot happier. And look a lot better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114728319841059281?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114728319841059281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114728319841059281' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114728319841059281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114728319841059281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/05/here-i-am-again.html' title='Here I am again'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114605752832013746</id><published>2006-04-26T07:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T07:18:48.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the sidebar?</title><content type='html'>Why oh why did my sidebar disappear. I use it to get to my friends blogs and I'm currently having to just follow the links on the couple of blogs that I have bookmarked. ARGH. I haven't changed my template in a week or so and I can't really find anything that looks like it's "off" in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. Maybe it will show back up tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114605752832013746?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114605752832013746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114605752832013746' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114605752832013746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114605752832013746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/04/wheres-sidebar.html' title='Where&apos;s the sidebar?'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114573284252911712</id><published>2006-04-22T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T13:07:22.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We have air!</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd let everyone know that our AC is up and running so you don't have to feel sorry for us anymore. Apparently there was some sort of crack in the unit so we were leaking freon and causing global warming. Which didn't help our situation any, now did it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on "break" right now. Sunshine had a choir rehearsal at church this morning. They've having "child-led worship" tomorrow and they wanted all the kids to come up and rehearse this morning.  He's singing a song and taking up the offering. I'm so proud. Superman's job it to NOT YELL during the service. Of course, if he does I can dump him in the nursery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I took both boys up to the church w/ me all morning, dh was going to watch them all afternoon while I did some things. But, alas, the highway is shut down so I can't get anywhere in less than 45 min. BLEH! So, I'm playing on the 'puter and then going upstairs to clean. Fun, fun, fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114573284252911712?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114573284252911712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114573284252911712' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114573284252911712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114573284252911712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-have-air.html' title='We have air!'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114545312085928182</id><published>2006-04-19T07:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T07:25:20.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaah!</title><content type='html'>It rained last night so we left the windows closed all night. I woke up to 80 degrees inside, thought "my God, it's 6:30 a.m. it *must* be cooler outside." I was right - it's a chilly 70 degrees in my backyard right now. So I'm sitting here w/ all the windows open feeling a nice cool breeze. Not sure how long it will last, but hopefully at least until this AC guy comes to view my AC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah. Cool air. Aaaaaaah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114545312085928182?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114545312085928182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114545312085928182' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114545312085928182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114545312085928182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/04/aaaaah.html' title='Aaaaah!'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114540932134613096</id><published>2006-04-18T18:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T19:14:31.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The few, the proud, the brainless</title><content type='html'>I really think my kids are sucking out my brain cells while I sleep. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman had Cowboy Day at school today and I was supposed to bring chips (to atone for 2 parties of bringing nada) and help out w/ the sand art table. No problem, except that I thought the event was Thursday. So, he didn't wear the cute cowboy shirt I bought him and I had to mumble a lame excuse about *planning to run home to change and pick up the chips. After my record this year I'm pretty sure the teacher knows what really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get back and have to stand out in the sun in 90 degree weather helping kids make little jars of sand art. Fuuuun. I did get a couple of pics of him on the horse and jumping on the bouncy thing. Which I will post if I can find my camera. Made it all worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the boys are just getting smarter every day. Sunshine is now reading chapter books at school and knows all kinds of amazing facts about sea animals, dinosaurs and other stuff that I'm totally clueless about. And Superman knew that the mystery garden formation was a mushroom. And that Elmer's glue won't stick cloth to plastic. Although I had a hunch on that I just didn't have any superglue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The AC is still out. We have this home warranty deal, which will save us a ton of money, but the catch is we have to go thru that company who then sets us up w/ a repair comany. I had this conversation with the repair company this morning. (WWFA = Woman with funny accent; Me = me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWFA: I haaave a wark arder heee ee aaar to wark on you a-ear condi-ti- own-air.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;WWFA: I haaave a wark arder heee ee aaar to wark on you a-ear condi-ti- own-air.&lt;br /&gt;Me: The *air conditioner*?&lt;br /&gt;WWFA: yeaus. We-ill you be the-air this afternoon?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes. I'll be here anytime someone can come fix it.&lt;br /&gt;WWFA: We-al, our guy ma-aybe we-ill (OK, I'm going to stopy typing like she talks now b/c it's giving me a headache) stop by this afternoon to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Stop by to look at it?&lt;br /&gt;WWFA: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You mean to fix it?&lt;br /&gt;WWFA: To look at it. Maybe. If he has time. We'll call you if he can come.&lt;br /&gt;Me: To *fix* it?&lt;br /&gt;WWFA: Maybe he *look* at it. If not today, he come tomorrow between 8 a.m. and 5 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um, Okay (mentally trying to figure out if I can sit here and sweat all day)&lt;br /&gt;WWFA: Will you be there.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I should be. If not, please call me at (cell phone number)&lt;br /&gt;WWFA: OK. We'll call you when he can drop by to see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what I'm gathering here is that someone is "stopping by" to *look* at my broken AC, but they aren't really sure if they're going to fix it or not? Oookaaay. It was 100 degrees out there this afternoon. I think we are all going to die! Fix my AC already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114540932134613096?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114540932134613096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114540932134613096' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114540932134613096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114540932134613096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/04/few-proud-brainless.html' title='The few, the proud, the brainless'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114529861961838411</id><published>2006-04-17T12:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T12:30:19.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CECPUS???</title><content type='html'>What's that supposed to mean? Where do they get those words they use for the blogger sobriety test? CECPUS. I have no idea what it means, but I'm pretty sure it's obscene in some language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114529861961838411?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114529861961838411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114529861961838411' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114529861961838411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114529861961838411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/04/cecpus.html' title='CECPUS???'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114529311699259236</id><published>2006-04-17T10:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T10:58:37.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter and my garden</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd share some pics of our Easter weekend. The boys went to an Easter egg hunt Saturday. Sunshine was really excited about it and even laid on the couch for an hour beforehand to rest up for it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/spenceregghunt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman, on the other hand thought the egg hunt was a terrible idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/Lukeegghunt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until he realized they put chocolate in the eggs and everyone got a couple of prizes from the prize table after:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/afterhunt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to church and out to lunch. Here they are in their Easter outfits before we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/eastersundat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took awhile to get Superman in it and I'm not sure he's all that happy about it, but we kind of got a smile out of him. Oh to have a child who will just wear whatever I put on him without a fight. It would be heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked the pics of a baby pepper that &lt;a href="http://www.uhokay.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa &lt;/a&gt;posted last week so I decided to copy cat her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The baby tomato was really cute &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/P4180028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can't really see it in the picture b/c my camera is obviously not as good as Lisa's is. It's up under that brownish dead flower thing - a tiny green ball.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The baby cucumber was pretty cute too, though: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/cucumber.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A little easier to see. And here is the mystery item in my garden:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/P4180029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts on what it is? It is not doggie vomit. There are two of these things and I poked around on the other one to find that it's kind of a powdery substance that is dark brown under the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, as long as I was in the yard taking photos thought I'd show one of our compost "bin." Not really compost yet, I guess - it's supposed to take 6 months to a year. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/P4180034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and our AC is broken. So, if I don't post for awhile it's b/c I've had a heat stroke. Just kidding. But, we may be spending the next few afternoons hanging out at Target since they have AC and it's predicted to be in the upper 90s this week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114529311699259236?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114529311699259236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114529311699259236' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114529311699259236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114529311699259236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-and-my-garden.html' title='Easter and my garden'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114502403620308645</id><published>2006-04-14T08:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T08:13:56.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A pain in the neck</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have a pain in the neck. A real one. Weird. I was fine when I woke up this morning. Then I was laying in bed watching the boys play, heard a crack and now I can't move my head w/o excruciating pain. UGH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the Aleve will kick in and I'll feel fine in an hour or so. Since I didn't take any pics yesterday I most likely won't be participating in SPF. :  (  Hmmm, unless I can get the kids to take pics that will remotely work..... Hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114502403620308645?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114502403620308645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114502403620308645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114502403620308645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114502403620308645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/04/pain-in-neck.html' title='A pain in the neck'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114496727118055584</id><published>2006-04-13T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T16:33:25.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another quickie</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to post at least every weekday, but don't have much time now. &lt;a href="http://desperatediary.blogspot.com/"&gt;E&lt;/a&gt; won the contest on why my jeans don't fit. Thanks girlfriend. I feel much, much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did yoga this a.m. and an hour, yes, an hour on the elliptical trainer yesterday. My butt hurts so it must be firm, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I won the worst mom of the year (or at least the week) award. Superman had a party and egg hunt at his school today. First, I didn't sign up to bring anything. This will be the second party in a row that I've bailed on. Actually that's the fault of the Janes who apparently carry pens and sign up the second the list goes up on the board. But, then, I brought the eggs, but totally flaked on the fact that he'd need a basket to hunt his eggs with. His teacher said he was more than happy w/ his plastic HEB bag so maybe that's what he'll get for Easter too. hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114496727118055584?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114496727118055584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114496727118055584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114496727118055584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114496727118055584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-quickie.html' title='Another quickie'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114487545672446170</id><published>2006-04-12T14:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T14:57:36.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!</title><content type='html'>Can someone please tell me why my jeans don't fit even though I'm trying to eat healthy and working out 3-4 times a week? UGH. Waaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114487545672446170?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114487545672446170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114487545672446170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114487545672446170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114487545672446170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/04/ugh.html' title='UGH!'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114480994852244821</id><published>2006-04-11T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T19:20:26.767-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring fever</title><content type='html'>I really have no excuse for not blogging lately. I haven't been off on an exciting trip like &lt;a href="http://motherofallchaos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt;. I haven't been busy interviewing for new jobs like &lt;a href="http://uhokay.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt;. I've just been feeling all antsy about life and not focused enough to sit for 5 minutes and give a shout out to the world. But, here I am. I'll do it now. Just be warned that it's silly ramblings and I probably won't bother to spell-check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. Today we had a playdate w/ Sunshine's friend from school. He brings his little sis over to play w/ Superman so I don't have to entertain anyone for a few hours until his mom comes to get them. Usually it's a pretty relaxing afternoon for me, but everyone was in grumpy moods, so we had little fights breaking out all over. This one's not speaking to that one. That one hurt this one's feelings. Apparently no one likes grape juice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My garden is starting to come up and one of the tomatoes has a couple of little yellow blossoms. Yippeee. I go out about 10 times a day to see how tall everything is. (which is why I'm never blogging. I'm too busy monitoring every tiny bit of growth) I need to thin the beans, okra and broccoli, but I just can't bring myself to pull up any of my babies. Maybe tomorrow I'll get my nerve up. Meanwhile, my basil, that I desperately *need* to be up NOW, is taking it's own sweet time. I even bought a starter plant a month ago b/c I needed fresh basil for my spaghetti. And it's all used up down to the dirt. I planted a whole big pot of seeds and there are 2, yes, 2, *tiny* little sprouts in there. C'mon basil. You've gotta be big and bushy by the time my 'maters are ready. And I'm not even going to talk about about the whole cilantro issue. &lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if anyone knows what in the heck to do w/ "yellow bush beans," lemme know. I'm not sure how we ended up w/ them except that they looked kinda neat and I could fit 2 of 'em into the space I had available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hubby built me a little cage to try to compost and I guess that's going well. It's full of grass clippings and leaves, anyway. I won't really know if it's working or not for a few more months. I do, however, go look at it and poke at it w/ shovels and sticks a few times a day. Yeah, I'm using my time wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is Easter, which reminds me I need to go fill some eggs w/ candy for a party on Thursday and go ahead and make up the baskets all pretty while the kids are outta my hair (in case I have trouble and need something else.) I don't usually do big gifts for Easter, but hubby had his heart set on this big basket at Big Lots w/ big, cheap toys in it. Of course, he didn't bother to buy it, just told me to. When I went back they were out. So, I went shopping and got a ton of junk to stick in there. Candy and the usual, plus Sunshine is getting a some Star Wars figures and Superman is getting a Superman action figures to add to his growing collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really, really ready for summer. A couple of my commitments, which I'm getting really tired of, will be up come summer and I can hardly wait. I'd say I'll blog more then, but you can find me by the pool whenever I get free time.&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114480994852244821?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114480994852244821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114480994852244821' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114480994852244821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114480994852244821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/04/spring-fever.html' title='Spring fever'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114410006360157398</id><published>2006-04-03T15:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:35:33.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>World's Shortest Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#e1e1e1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e1e1e1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/pink.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are dreamy, peaceful, and young at heart.Optimistic and caring, you tend to see the best in people.You tend to be always smiling - and making others smile.&lt;br /&gt;You are shy and intelligent... and a very hard worker.You're also funny, but many people don't see your funny side.Your subtle dry humor leaves your close friends in stitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114410006360157398?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114410006360157398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114410006360157398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114410006360157398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114410006360157398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/04/worlds-shortest-personality-test.html' title='World&apos;s Shortest Personality Test'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114364747099302764</id><published>2006-03-29T09:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T09:51:11.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nineteen... Nineteeen..... Nineteen Eighty-Five</title><content type='html'>I have to admit I love that song. But, the reason it's in the title is it's the theme of Way Back Wednesday this week. Brought to us as always by the lovely, talented and tipsy &lt;a href="http://pinktangerine2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kept Woman&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When thinking about this theme I realize that I actually still have some fashion items from 1985 in my closet. They all have sentimental value... Really... stop laughing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I bring to you the red leather skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/P3300006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kept, first, because my beloved Nana bought it for me for Christmas despite my mother's protests. And because I have a fantasy of one day fitting back in it and shaking my ass on Whitesnake's car. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, I bring to you the Limited jacket. This is circa 1983. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/P3300007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't really know why I've kept it except that I remember begging for it and promising my mom it was the only jacket I would ever ask for again... I actually wear it around the house when the Man has the AC on in winter. It's nice and soft and old enough I don't mind it getting messed up when I'm cleaning or whatever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, what we've all been waiting for BIG EARRINGS (I never fully managed to acheive the big hair thing so I stuck w/ big jewelry):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/P3300008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you play?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114364747099302764?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114364747099302764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114364747099302764' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114364747099302764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114364747099302764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/03/nineteen-nineteeen-nineteen-eighty.html' title='Nineteen... Nineteeen..... Nineteen Eighty-Five'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114349010055115760</id><published>2006-03-27T14:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T14:08:20.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My week</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been almost a week since I've posted! Not that much of interest to write about really.  Kind of back to the same old routine this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we took the kids to ride the &lt;a href="http://www.cedarrockrailroad.com/"&gt;Cedar Rock Railroad &lt;/a&gt;. Just a little kiddie train going thru a park. We'd planned a picnic, but got chased into the car by bees. After that we had to come home and clean the car....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday had the cub scout Bicycle Rodeo.  The kids had fun. Two hours was waaay to long for me out in that wind, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a little worried about the garden since it nearly froze on Thursday night. But, everything survived. Still have more stuff to plant but I'll have to wait until it's less rainy. Mark set up a wire cage for a compost pile, so we'll see how that goes. I guess we won't really know for a few months. I'm not sure I can bring myself to put actual food waste (like lettuce, etc) in there. We'll see. It will def. be a good spot for all the yard clippings and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping for a more exciting week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114349010055115760?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114349010055115760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114349010055115760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114349010055115760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114349010055115760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-week.html' title='My week'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114295002269859227</id><published>2006-03-21T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:51:35.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make the raised beds</title><content type='html'>I've had a couple of questions on how we made the raised beds for my garden, so I thought I'd post how Mark made ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get four 8-foot long boards at Lowe's, Home Depot, whatever. If you have a few old boards laying around in the yard you can use those. I think the ones we used are about a foot wide, but don't quote me on that.  You can get longer if you want a bigger bed, but that was as big as we can manage in our yard. The bed we built has room for 4 tomato plants and a cucumber plant in the back row, probably 2 more rows of short plants. They are a bit crowded, but it cuts down on weeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are there, get some of those metal board corner connector things. I'm sure what they are called, but someone who works there can probably help you find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut two of the boards in half. I think they will do this for you at Home Depot as they always offer to cut boards for me. But, since we have a couple of fancy saws, hubby did it himself.  Use the connectors to connect two long boards to two short boards, making a rectangle. Do the same with the second set of boards, then put it on top of the first and use the straight connectors to make it stay steady. I think you can do this all with nails, but those fancy connector things just make you feel like a real carpenter, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill the beds with lots and lots of dirt. Preferably good dirt, but whatever you can get is fine. Like 5,000 wheelbarrows full or so should do it. Then, you are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and don't buy the treated lumber. It looks pretty, but can leach stuff into the soil and contaminate your veggies. We used plain old pine. I'll post a picture of the sandbox later to show you what color the veggie box will be in a couple of years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114295002269859227?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114295002269859227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114295002269859227' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114295002269859227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114295002269859227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-to-make-raised-beds.html' title='How to make the raised beds'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114288017036740404</id><published>2006-03-20T12:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T12:42:50.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a yard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(Hoping blogger will let me post these today..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, here's the "after" on the yard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/P3210064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that there is still some dirt around the edges. Hopefully it is filling in the gaps between squares of sod and helping the grass grow together smoothly and all that. The new flower bed is in the back left corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my garden box. I went out and bought some stuff for it today and we'll probably plant it after Sunshine gets home from school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/gardenbox.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, while blogger is letting me post photos, here are some of our other Spring Break activities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In front of the state Capitol:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/picnic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After seeing Shamu:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/P3170032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, he's not crying b/c he's wet. He's crying b/c we made him look at me instead of the whales for 10 seconds. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flamingos and ducks:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/P3170017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the Magic Time Machine:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/P3180055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114288017036740404?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114288017036740404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114288017036740404' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114288017036740404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114288017036740404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-bird-its-plane-its-yard.html' title='It&apos;s a bird, it&apos;s a plane, it&apos;s a yard...'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114287487740228446</id><published>2006-03-20T11:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T19:27:24.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is up w/ my laundry?</title><content type='html'>Now, last week was Spring Break. Although we were working like crazy in the yard 1/2 of it, I did 2-3 loads, as usual, every day. Then, on Wednesday, the hubby helped me push a whopping 6 loads thru to be sure we had everything to pack for San Antonio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get back Fri. night, I do 3 loads on Sat, 2 on Sunday. Soo, I should be "all caught up", right? NOOOOOOO. My downstairs laundry sorter is overflowing and the kids laundry hamper upstairs is full. What do these guys do? Just periodically empty their dresser drawers into the laundry hamper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrr....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114287487740228446?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114287487740228446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114287487740228446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114287487740228446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114287487740228446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-is-up-w-my-laundry.html' title='What is up w/ my laundry?'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114239121565765019</id><published>2006-03-14T20:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T20:53:35.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>The yard is done!  DONE!  The huge dirt pile shown below is gone, along w/ two pallets of grass. Yippeee! In addition to now having a front yard full of actual grass (as opposed to leaves and dirt) we also have a new garden box in back and a corner flower bed in the front. Can't wait to plant them - I'll have to wait for the blisters on my hands to go away first, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures of all our hard work later, but blogger hates me tonight so it'll have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our break this afternoone we went to see &lt;a href="http://www.thestoryoftexas.com/showtimes/roving_mars.html"&gt;Roving Mars &lt;/a&gt;at the IMAX and I highly recommend it. While we all have seen the news reports, the movie is fascinating and the photos of Mars blown up on the IMAX screen were excellent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed out to the state capitol b/c Sunshine has been asking for at least a year to go there and while we live about 20 min. away and pass by it on the highway at least twice a week neither of my kids have actually been inside.  We had a picnic on the lawn. Well, really the boys did. Hubby and I ate before we left home. Again, I have a few photos to share, but blogger sucks tonight so I'm off to take a hot bath and fold laundry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114239121565765019?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114239121565765019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114239121565765019' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114239121565765019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114239121565765019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/03/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114229811218418494</id><published>2006-03-13T18:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T19:01:52.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, it's not Disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/1600/dirtpile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/dirtpile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think the kids had fun today anyway. Yes, that is a giant dirt pile in front of our house. We've been needing to get the grass out there growing again and somehow decided we'd do it ourselves since the hubby would be home more than usual during Spring Break (he's technically on vacation, but is working parts of a few days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got about 80 percent of that moved around the yard and spread out or into a garden bed in the back today. AND got about 1/3 of the two pallets of grass we got laid out today. The goal for tomorrow is to finish it in the morning and then go to an IMAX movie and a quickie tour of the state Capitol building tomorrow. Despite living less than 30 min. from it and driving past it twice a week on the way to church, my children have never been in it. They always ask, so we're going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not sound as exciting as their classmates trips to Disney, Colorado and Florida, but for cheap fun you really can't beat a huge pile of dirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114229811218418494?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114229811218418494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114229811218418494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114229811218418494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114229811218418494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-its-not-disneyland.html' title='Well, it&apos;s not Disneyland'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114213294996279630</id><published>2006-03-11T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T19:31:44.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely, just lovely</title><content type='html'>Our plans for Spring Break this year include hanging out around here getting stuff done, hubby working some the first part of the week, then heading down to San Antonio Thursday, spending the night and hitting Sea World on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we have *beautiful* weather predicted all week long. not too hot after tomorrow, cloudy but no rain. Right up until FRIDAY. Yes, the day we are supposed to have our big Spring Break outing it is going to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll alter our plans a bit and go as early as we can Thursday and spend Thursday there instead, but I really think we'd have more fun if we took our time getting down there, bummed around the river walk and El Mercado on Thursday, ate a nice dinner then got up bright and early to hit the big SW. Best laid plans and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, excuse the griping. Just had to whine to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great dinner out w/ the kids tonight, then realized that we'd probably come out ahead if we'd just forked over for the sitter. Since when does a 6-year-old eat an adult plate, then scavenge food off of MY plate? All this after eating fried calamari for an appetizer. If I could eat that much and be half as skinny as Sunshine I sure would, though. Mmmmmmm. That'd be the life. Mmmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114213294996279630?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114213294996279630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114213294996279630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114213294996279630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114213294996279630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/03/lovely-just-lovely.html' title='Lovely, just lovely'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114200959081184956</id><published>2006-03-10T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T10:53:10.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Yesterday's Paper</title><content type='html'>Time for Stuff Portrait Friday, brought to us once again by the lovely &lt;a href="http://www.randomandodd.com/"&gt;Kristine&lt;/a&gt;. This week she wants to see our junk - trash can, junk drawer and trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my trash can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/P3110005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We def. have too much stuff in that pantry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, my junk drawer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/P3110004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much paper in there - I think what I really need is a new filing cabinet and eliminate the junk drawer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And my trunk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/P3110006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada.  I have to admit here that I got it in between loads. I cleaned it out so the mulch I picked up this morning wouldn't get all our precious trash, um, er, I mean kids art projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you play?&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/21304636-114200959081184956?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114200959081184956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114200959081184956' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114200959081184956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114200959081184956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/03/like-yesterdays-paper.html' title='Like Yesterday&apos;s Paper'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114167111755417669</id><published>2006-03-06T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T19:35:12.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Ambitions</title><content type='html'>Since I can't find my camera to post pics of any of the exciting things we did this weekend I thought I'd write about my career plans. As many of you know, I am currently just a SAH mom. And while that sounds all fine and dandy and brings up images of eating bonbons while watching Oprah, rest assured that what it really means is I work like a dog for no pay, get a "break" once a week or so and got up three times to see what the little guy is screaming about just while I was writing that sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it, though. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to being Mom, I also do some volunteer work, with both my church and the PTA. I love my church work and it's not too taxing. All I'll say about PTA is if you are ever asked to be on the PTA board, run screaming from the room and change your name and phone number. Yet, I think PTA is what is going to help me out when I finally get around to getting a paying job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I'm a writer by trade. I wrote for a couple of newspapers, wrote a book on the history of a children's home and wrote air quality crap for the state of Texas, among other things. The plan when I quit to SAH was to do some freelance, but it is very hard to do freelance work with no childcare help and an infant who screams nonstop. So, I kinda just quit trying. One day I may try that again, but most likely I'll just go back full or parttime for another company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Friday I get an email asking if anyone can attend a grant writing workshop for PTA members and help write grants for our school in the future. YES, YES, finally something to do for the school that doesn't make me want to cry. Yippeee! And I know that there always seems to be some demand for grant writers with experience. So, maybe, just maybe, it won't be so hard to find a job when I've been out of the workforce 10 or more years after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of all this is that 1. I probably won't post tomorrow b/c I'll be at the workshop during my "free" time and 2. I'll actually be doing something I'm excited about tomorrow. (not that the MNO wasn't great, but you know what I mean.) 3. I want to publicly thank my husband for taking an hour off of work to cart kids around while I'm at the workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to clean up the mess that was made while I posted that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114167111755417669?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114167111755417669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114167111755417669' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114167111755417669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114167111755417669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/03/career-ambitions.html' title='Career Ambitions'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114151639860328664</id><published>2006-03-04T17:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T19:37:55.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ABCs of me</title><content type='html'>Got this from &lt;a href="http://motherofallchaos.blogspot.com/"&gt;MOAC&lt;/a&gt; and figured it was appropriate that I post it while waiting for her to pick me up for the sorely needed mom's night out. (and figured it was about time I updated. I just can't seem to get in the swing of things this week!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for Age - 29 for the, um, 7th time, I think...&lt;br /&gt;B is for Books - I'll read anything.&lt;br /&gt;C is for Career - BTDT, Mommy for now&lt;br /&gt;D is for Dad's name - Willie&lt;br /&gt;E is for Essential Item to Bring to a Party - Music&lt;br /&gt;F is for Favorite Song(s) of the Moment - 1985 by Bowling for Soup&lt;br /&gt;G is for Goof Off Thing To Do - Write on my blog. : )&lt;br /&gt;H is for Hometown - Midland, TX&lt;br /&gt;I is for Instrument You Play - Piano&lt;br /&gt;J is for Jam or Jelly You Like - Plum&lt;br /&gt;K is for Kids - I have two - 3 and 6, both boys&lt;br /&gt;L is for Living Arrangement - In a house w/ dh and the 2 boys&lt;br /&gt;M is for Mom's Name - Gloria&lt;br /&gt;N is for Names of Best Friends - Shelley and Beth&lt;br /&gt;O is for Overnight Hospital Stays - 2 for delivering kiddos and one when I had my gallbladder out.&lt;br /&gt;P is for Phobias - can't think of any..&lt;br /&gt;Q is for Quote You Like - "&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/31097.html"&gt;Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.&lt;/a&gt;" --&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Abraham_Lincoln/"&gt;Abraham Lincoln&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R is for Relationship That Lasted the Longest - 12 years and counting&lt;br /&gt;S is for Siblings - One brother&lt;br /&gt;T is for Texas, ever been? - Yes, lived here most of my life&lt;br /&gt;U is for Unique Trait - warped sense of humor?&lt;br /&gt;V is for Vegetable You Love - Okra&lt;br /&gt;W is for Worst Trait - Tendency to overanalyze&lt;br /&gt;X is for X-rays you've had - teeth, chest.&lt;br /&gt;Y is for Yummy Food You Make - Chicken and dumplings, homemade pizza, chocolate pie.&lt;br /&gt;Z is for Zodiac Sign - Cancer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114151639860328664?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114151639860328664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114151639860328664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114151639860328664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114151639860328664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/03/abcs-of-me.html' title='ABCs of me'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114063128598701263</id><published>2006-02-22T11:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T12:01:25.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here....</title><content type='html'>In case anyone thought I'd fallen off the face of the earth. Just a lotta stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since most of what's going on in my life is mostly boring AND depressing, I decided to share some random family news in honor of Way Back Wednesday, which is on hiatus this week.  My mom called this a.m. to update me on a surgery my dad had and also wanted to tell me that my long lost second cousin called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a picture in my possession I'd post it, but I don't. Candy and Mandy were my mom's cousin's daughters. But, her cousin lived w/ them from the time he was about 10, so they were a little closer than "regular" second cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thru a series of issues, including her parent's divorce, a falling out after my grandmother died and just the general realities of life, we hadn't heard from Candy and Mandy since shortly after my grandma died back in 1991. Which is a lot longer ago than I can really accept b/c in a way 1991 sounds like just yesterday. I mean, I just graduated from college a few years ago, back in '92, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so Candy is doing just great, married, works for Cingulair - the company who my entire family uses for their cell phone service. Coincidence? Maybe. Anyway, it was nice to hear that she's doing well in life. Her sister is doing OK. Divorced w/ kids, but sounds like she's getting thru it all OK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really weird to just not hear from someone for 15 years and then they just call outta the blue when you needed a little pick-me-up.  Life's funny that way..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114063128598701263?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114063128598701263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114063128598701263' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114063128598701263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114063128598701263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here....'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114018461583511313</id><published>2006-02-17T07:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T07:56:55.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday again....</title><content type='html'>Stuff Portrait Friday, brought to us once again by the lovely &lt;a href="http://randomandodd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've ALL emailed me to have this added to the list for Stuff Portrait Friday and I always pretended I went blind when I read it, but here it is:1. UNDER YOUR BED!2. STEREO (do we still call them that?)3. POTS AND PANSNow this is "in all your glory" week. You're not allowed to go clean under your bed to make it look all nice. You're not allowed to scrap the black crap on the bottom of your pans either. This is about who you REALLY are...in all your glory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, first, under my bed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/underbed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box contains sweaters I haven't worn in a few years. A book and even more of the kids toys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Next, my "stereo:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/speakers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dh has a real one, but I don't know how to make it work w/ all the wires and connections and the surround sound on the TV. So, I just hook up my ipod to these speakers. I keep it between the kitchen and family room so I can control and hear it from both rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my pots and pans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/pans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Emerilware and I like them a lot. I have another set that I hate that sits in the garage b/c I'm too chicken to tell my mom that I hated the ones she got me so we change them out when she visits and I think we'll be cooking....about once a year. Probably time to come clean on that, ya think? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did you play? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114018461583511313?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114018461583511313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114018461583511313' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114018461583511313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114018461583511313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-friday-again.html' title='It&apos;s Friday again....'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114014887959093533</id><published>2006-02-16T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T22:01:54.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two days late and a few dollars short...</title><content type='html'>I know Valentine's Day was a couple of days ago, but someone sent me this and I had to take it and decided to share it since I like my results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Candy Heart Says "Get Real"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/get-real.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a bit of a cynic when it comes to love.You don't lose your head, and hardly anyone penetrates your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal Valentine's Day date: is all about the person you're seeing (with no mentions of v-day!)&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: honest and even slightly sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;What turns you off: romantic expectations and "greeting card" holidays&lt;br /&gt;Why you're hot: you don't just play hard to get - you are hard to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What Does Your Candy Heart Say?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114014887959093533?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114014887959093533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114014887959093533' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114014887959093533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114014887959093533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/02/two-days-late-and-few-dollars-short.html' title='Two days late and a few dollars short...'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-114013689038505295</id><published>2006-02-16T18:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T18:41:30.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Found this over at &lt;a href="http://desperatediary.blogspot.com/"&gt;E's&lt;/a&gt; place and thought it looked like fun. Brought to us by &lt;a href="http://cribceiling.blogspot.com/"&gt;Crib Ceiling&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;img alt="Thursday Thirteen" src="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/TT/thursdaythirteen300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #ffffff; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thirteen (not really even close to 13) places I've lived.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.  Midland, Texas - lived in the same house from 1970 to 1977.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Midland, Texas - new house, same city, all the way until 1988.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Waco, Texas - Went off to college, finally escaped - Wooo hooo. Lived in the dorm one year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 4. Waco, Texas - Moved to an off-campus apartment with my friends (hey, it counts. New residence...) Same apt. 1989-1991.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Waco, Texas - Ditched those three and moved in w/ some sorority sisters for my senior year. 1991-1992.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Washington, DC - only there three months for an internship, but I did have to pay rent on a place... 1992&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. San Angelo, Texas - Moved here for my first "real" job at a newspaper. Lived in an apartment by their only mall for about a year. 1992-1993&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. San Angelo, Texas - got married to my college sweetie, who moved out there and got a job b/c he didn't want to move back to Georgia w/ his family. Moved into a cute little rental house that has since burned to the ground. We lived there less than a year. 1993&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Austin, Texas - Dh got a new job and we were ready to leave small-town life. Although I think the desire to leave small-town life came first. Anyway, lived in a fourplex in North Austin from 1993-1995. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Austin, Texas - moved even farther North in Austin when we bought our first home. Cute little 3-bedroom place w/ absolutely no yard, but nice neighbors and plenty of room for a couple of dinks. 1995-2002&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Round Rock, Texas - After child #2 arrived we decided it was time for a little more space, so we loaded up the truck and headed North again. 2002-who knows when...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I didn't quite make the thirteen on this one and I guess I probably cheated since I've lived in a total of 6 cities.... Maybe it's time to move....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-114013689038505295?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/114013689038505295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=114013689038505295' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114013689038505295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/114013689038505295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/02/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-113995755329273266</id><published>2006-02-14T16:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T17:12:10.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse them all</title><content type='html'>Curses on whoever thought it was a good idea to make those lick 'em candies (you know the ones that are kool-aid pouches w/ little sticks to eat them with) into valentines for kids to give to their friends. And even more curses to the 10 moms in my son's class who actually allowed their kids to give them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those 10 moms: I hate you all. Just so we're clear on that. I will be getting even with you at the end of the year party. I haven't decided how yet, but I have a band of evil moms who will help me come up with very special gifts just for your little darlings....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-113995755329273266?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/113995755329273266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=113995755329273266' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113995755329273266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113995755329273266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/02/curse-them-all.html' title='Curse them all'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-113958388335849183</id><published>2006-02-10T08:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T19:44:27.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff Portrait Friday</title><content type='html'>"Welcome to Stuff Portrait Friday, which is usually brought to us by the lovely and talented &lt;a href="http://randomandodd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristine&lt;/a&gt;, but this week is being babysat by the lovely and talented &lt;a href="http://www.dallasks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kami&lt;/a&gt;. With Valentine's Day just around the corner, we are going with a love theme this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ What you love most about your home&lt;br /&gt;~ What you love least about your home&lt;br /&gt;~ What you love most about yourself "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I love most about my house. To be honest, I love my house (despite some decorating challenges) so it was hard to pick just one thing. I love our backyard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/yard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like heaven when we first moved in here b/c our last house had a yard the size of a matchbox. This one is nice and big with some trees and space for a playscape for the kids and a nice sized sandbox. Feb. isn't the best month to get a great photo, but this one shows the nice big open space. I also love that you can see most of it thru the windows in the kitchen, family room and from windows upstairs too. So, I can stay inside and get stuff done while the kids play outside and still watch them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/windows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, that's the new paint job in the kitchen. I love it too. There are some before pics &lt;a href="http://moodymammy.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_moodymammy_archive.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Much better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a view of the windows in the family room. They look out into the backyard also:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/familyroom.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I love least about my house would have to be this bathroom: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/boysbath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has got to be on record somewhere as the world's smallest full bath. I thought it wouldn't matter when we moved in and I'm sure when the boys are older it won't, but right now it drives me nuts. It's sooo hard to give the kids a bath b/c it's so cramped in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been down on myself lately so I had a hard time w/ #3 - what I love most about ME. Finally decided that, although I'm desperately in need of a good manicure, that I really do like my hands. Always have. They're big, not small and dainty and it makes me feel really capable of taking on the world. Even when they're aren't nicely manicured:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did you play?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-113958388335849183?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/113958388335849183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=113958388335849183' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113958388335849183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113958388335849183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/02/stuff-portrait-friday.html' title='Stuff Portrait Friday'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-113943020987649083</id><published>2006-02-08T14:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T19:45:44.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The painters that wouldn't leave</title><content type='html'>Sooo, they came to paint our kitchen and powder room on Monday and they are still here. I swear for the past 4 hours every time I go in there it *looks* finished. And one of the guys - Juan - keeps going out w/ cans of paint, leading me to believe they are almost done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, no, no, no, Pedro is still painting. C'mon Pedro, we're quite the perfectionist aren't we? Your buddy here, Juan, is done. He's ready to go home. I am ready to go make myself a snack in the kitchen w/o worrying about stepping on your stuff or getting in the way. It looks fine. Really. Just great. Now. Leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just how many cans of paint does Juan have in there? Or is he just carrying the same bucket around as part of some sick little joke? There he goes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that's it. I'm leaving to pick my son up at school and then, you'll be gone, right? I'll just write a little check and you guys will be on your way. Thanks so much, looks great. Leave. Now. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-113943020987649083?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/113943020987649083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=113943020987649083' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113943020987649083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113943020987649083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/02/painters-that-wouldnt-leave.html' title='The painters that wouldn&apos;t leave'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-113936836087071935</id><published>2006-02-07T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T19:47:58.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's ramblings</title><content type='html'>They still aren't finished painting my kitchen. The house stinks and they're coming back tomorrow to finish. It's looking pretty good, though. Just needs a second coat and they're supposed to do the trim. The bathroom is a little yellower than I thought it would be, but I still like it. Anything is better than the grandma wallpaper I've been enduring for the past 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman is about to drive me nuts. I don't know what's happened to the little guy. Before the holidays he was Mr. Fun and independant. Now, he wants me to just walk around holding him all the time and freaks when I leave him anywhere, even at his preschool. He *loved* preschool back in December. Give me a break. I'm so sick of this. Can a 3 1/2 year old suddenly develop separation anxiety? Or do we have some serious disorder and I may as well start his therapy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine had a program at school tonight. The songs were cute, but one of them I *swear* they sang last year when he was in Kindergarten. Aren't they learning anything in music class? The first graders are all so cute, though. It was fun to watch. Unfortunately I forgot to charge my camera battery so all we got was video. I took the old camera but it's apparently completely broken now. Oh well. Hard to get a good shot in a group of 100 anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take pictures for SPF.&lt;br /&gt;2. Charge camera batteries so you can do #1.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go back to Dr. on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;4. Reschedule hair appointment so you can do #3.&lt;br /&gt;5. Laundry - always.&lt;br /&gt;6. Grocery shopping&lt;br /&gt;7. Plan visit to parents.&lt;br /&gt;8. Look at fabric for new kitchen curtains.&lt;br /&gt;9. Make kitchen curtains.&lt;br /&gt;10. Figure out some project easier and faster than curtains so I'll have something to post Monday.&lt;br /&gt;11. Take pictures of kitchen when it's done.&lt;br /&gt;12. Call for estimates on painting cabinets since dh says he doesn't want to do it himself now.&lt;br /&gt;13. Bathe dog.&lt;br /&gt;14. clean bathrooms.&lt;br /&gt;15. Go thru list and figure out what really needs to be done and what can wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-113936836087071935?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/113936836087071935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=113936836087071935' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113936836087071935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113936836087071935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/02/tuesdays-ramblings.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s ramblings'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-113925095166522372</id><published>2006-02-06T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T12:36:23.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am metal</title><content type='html'>Thought this was fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Element is Metal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatelementareyouquiz/metal.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your power colors: white, gold, and silver&lt;br /&gt;Your energy: contracting&lt;br /&gt;Your season: fall&lt;br /&gt;You are persistent (and maybe even a little bit stubborn).If you see something you want, you go for it.You have a lot of strength, and it's difficult to get you down.Very logical, you tend to analyze everything going on in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Element Are You?&lt;a/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-113925095166522372?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/113925095166522372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=113925095166522372' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113925095166522372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113925095166522372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-metal.html' title='I am metal'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-113910934987626121</id><published>2006-02-06T08:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T12:37:30.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like Martha Monday</title><content type='html'>Here we are again, it's Monday and I'm feeling just like Martha. Except I don't think Martha is on high power cough medicine. Nor does she have two screaming kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get out much this week, but I did manage to go to the store and get some flowers to repot. I really wanted to try a cool look I saw in a magazine with some bulbs. I found these tulips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/flowers1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To repot them this way, buy a cheap pot of bulb - tulips, daffodils, etc. (I got a set that had 3 in it for $1.23, but the third was kind of crooked and didn't really work. I stuck it in a "regular" pot). Lay out an old newspaper on the counter and take the bulbs out. Shake off all the dirt you can onto the newspaper, then rinse the roots and bulb. Put in a glass container and cover the roots and enough of the bulb to hold it steady w/ marbles or rocks. Fill the container w/ water and you're done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also got this nice little pot of flowers and stuck it in a nicer pot I already had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/flowers2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels really nice after a week of the sickies and ickies to have some fresh color in the house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of which, the painters are coming today! The painters are coming today! They're only doing the kitchen and bathroom walls so we'll still have the ugly cabinets, but by Wed. or so the wallpaper in both the bathroom and kitchen will be gone and painted! Woohoo! I'll have to take a before of the bathroom to post before they fix it all up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One more project this week. I've been hating these shelves &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/shelfbefore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for months now. So cluttered and messy. So, I did a quick rearrange on it. Here's the after look: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/shelfafter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note here that I have no say on where that little speaker goes. Trust me. I've tried throwing it away.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for humoring and inspiring me once again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-113910934987626121?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/113910934987626121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=113910934987626121' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113910934987626121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113910934987626121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-like-martha-monday.html' title='Just like Martha Monday'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-113918939926237400</id><published>2006-02-05T19:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T19:29:59.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>Not sure why, but I decided it'd be fun to change my "template". I think I like it. May try to change it up more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else miffed that Desperate Housewives isn't on b/c of the Super Bowl?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-113918939926237400?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/113918939926237400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=113918939926237400' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113918939926237400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113918939926237400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-113888987114630453</id><published>2006-02-02T08:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T19:50:20.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me?</title><content type='html'>Sunshine has filed a formal complaint about the promptness of his breakfast. Yes, that's right. Here's the conversation hubby reported to me last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine: Daddy, I'm upset about how breakfast is going lately.&lt;br /&gt;Dh: What do you mean? You don't like what Mommy is cooking?&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine: I like what she makes, but lately she hasn't been having it ready when I get downstairs in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Dh: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine: I like my breakfast waiting on the table when I come down in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;Dh: Um, OK. &lt;stimulating&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine: Can you talk to her about it?&lt;br /&gt;Dh: I'll see what I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's kidding, right? The kid is downstairs waiting for breakfast at 6:45 a.m. every single morning. I make him good breakfasts - omelets, pancakes, etc. So I think I can have a little leeway here on the time. I mean, hello, I have strep throat and pneumonia. Cut me a little slack here guys.&lt;/stimulating&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-113888987114630453?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/113888987114630453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=113888987114630453' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113888987114630453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113888987114630453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/02/excuse-me.html' title='Excuse me?'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-113888096013272156</id><published>2006-02-02T05:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T19:51:18.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember Aspergum? I could really use some right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-113888096013272156?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/113888096013272156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=113888096013272156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113888096013272156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113888096013272156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/02/remember-aspergum-i-could-really-use.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-113884120256716152</id><published>2006-02-01T18:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T18:46:42.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Time for Way Back Wednesday, once again brought to us by the &lt;a href="http://pinktangerine2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kept Woman&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my bling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/bling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The case and it's contents were my grandmothers. I remember playing in it when I was a kid so it's not only bling, it's sentimental bling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-113884120256716152?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/113884120256716152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=113884120256716152' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113884120256716152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113884120256716152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/02/way-back-wednesday.html' title='Way Back Wednesday'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-113880520710009191</id><published>2006-02-01T08:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T19:53:53.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The bad, the badder and the baddest....</title><content type='html'>And it's only Wed. a.m. Not sure I can make it thru the rest of the week. Didn't mean to start a blog and be such a downer. Life has to get better from here, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I'm sick. Been running 102 since yesterday a.m. Had some kind of problem with the insurance and doctor thinking they don't take it. Although they are on the list and are located right next to the major employer who offers our insurance so it would be *stupid* for them not to. I think the receptionist lady was too lazy to call on it and my throat is killing me so I could only yell in a whisper. That didn't really have much effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent an hour or so calling people, whispering angrily, crying to dh and finally got an appointment with a different doctor for this a.m. I feel terrible. Oh, and according to the insurance, I *am* covered and the first doctor *does* take them. ARGH! Curses on the evil receptionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to why I'm really doing the post - I didn't mean to mention my Dad and not get around to explaining. Just been too tired. He's still in ICU in the hospital in my hometown. Has some kind of liver infection and is severely anemic. They've given him 3 units of blood to try to help w/ that and are running tests today to try to figure out why and how to treat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta love my Dad, though. The dr. asks if he's ever had a blood transfusion and Mom said he rolled his eyes and said "I *give* blood, I don't *get* it." Yeah, he's still himself, at least. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will not post unless I can be more upbeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-113880520710009191?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/113880520710009191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=113880520710009191' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113880520710009191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113880520710009191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/02/bad-badder-and-baddest.html' title='The bad, the badder and the baddest....'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-113841386391289790</id><published>2006-01-27T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T20:04:23.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang in there</title><content type='html'>Someone sent me one of those spam emails today that actually hit me just right so I thought I'd post it here so I can read it when I need a pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next time you feel like GOD can't use you, just remember... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noah was a drunk &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abraham was too old &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaac was a daydreamer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacob was a liar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leah was ugly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joseph was abused &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moses had a stuttering problem &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gideon was afraid &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Samson had long hair and was a womanizer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rahab was a prostitute J&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eremiah and Timothy were too young &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;David had an affair and was a murderer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elijah was suicidal &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaiah preached naked &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonah ran from God &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naomi was a widow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Job went bankrupt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;John the Baptist ate bugs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peter denied Christ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Disciples fell asleep while praying &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Martha worried about everything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Samaritan woman was divorced, more than once &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zaccheus was too small &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paul was too religious &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Timothy had an ulcer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND Lazarus was dead! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-113841386391289790?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/113841386391289790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=113841386391289790' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113841386391289790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113841386391289790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/01/hang-in-there.html' title='Hang in there'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-113822863368958814</id><published>2006-01-25T16:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T16:50:20.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited I can participate in this with the alternate assignment. Thanks TKW! I don't have a scanner, so you can expect my future &lt;a href="http://pinktangerine2.blogspot.com/"&gt;WBW&lt;/a&gt; submissions to be few and far between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a pic of my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="224" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/P1250022.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day soon, the cabinets will be white and the walls will be "cappucino bombe". Yes, I realize there is stuff out on the counter. I was in the midst of cooking when I took it. I'm always in the middle of cooking something around here. I feel like I run an all-you-can-eat buffet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The cabinets are wood and they are stained a really ugly color not of my choosing. The countertops are the cheap laminate stuff, whatever it is called. It's actually pretty sturdy and looks fine after being there about 10 or so years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To go along with that photo, here are the boys working on the science project. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/science.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see, the hardest part of participating in a science project is keeping the 3-year-old sibling from helping. Here is the most fascinating find from the project:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/chocchip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dark brown blob is a chocolate chip. If you drop a chocolate chip in 7-Up it will dance up and down. Sunshine was really excited about this factoid. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-113822863368958814?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/113822863368958814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=113822863368958814' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113822863368958814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113822863368958814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/01/way-back-wednesday.html' title='Way Back Wednesday'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-113815759627715728</id><published>2006-01-24T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T20:54:54.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Things</title><content type='html'>I wanna play this one too. Got it from &lt;a href="http://motherofallchaos.blogspot.com/"&gt;MOAC&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR JOBS YOU'VE HAD IN YOUR LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Copy Editor&lt;br /&gt;2. Newspaper reporter&lt;br /&gt;3. Program administrator (Hey - I worked for the state of TX. That's about as descriptive as it gets...)&lt;br /&gt;4. Cashier at Burger King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR PLACES THAT YOU HAVE LIVED:&lt;br /&gt;1. Austin, TX&lt;br /&gt;2. Round Rock, TX&lt;br /&gt;3. Washington D.C.&lt;br /&gt;4. San Angelo, TX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR TV SHOWS THAT YOU WATCH:&lt;br /&gt;1. Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;2. Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;3. News&lt;br /&gt;4. Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR PLACES YOU HAVE BEEN ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jamaica&lt;br /&gt;2. Paris&lt;br /&gt;3. Cozumel&lt;br /&gt;4. New York City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR WEBSITES YOU VISIT DAILY:&lt;br /&gt;1. myfamily.com&lt;br /&gt;2. yahoo email and groups&lt;br /&gt;3. cnn.com&lt;br /&gt;4. news8austin.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR FAVORITE FOODS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;3. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;4. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR PLACES THAT YOU WOULD RATHER BE RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. In bed&lt;br /&gt;2. Jamaica&lt;br /&gt;3. Italy&lt;br /&gt;4. hiking anywhere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-113815759627715728?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/113815759627715728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=113815759627715728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113815759627715728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113815759627715728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/01/4-things.html' title='4 Things'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-113815157441167057</id><published>2006-01-24T18:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T20:00:45.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a test....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/1600/PC120008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6906/2153/320/PC120008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is a picture of my dog, Oil, eating his dinner. I posted it partly b/c it was easy to find and I'm testing my ability to post photos on blogger and partly b/c I was in the mood to talk about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, he is dining on Kibbles and Bits, with a can of Alpo poured over it. This is his usual meal, although he's been known to dine on baked potatoes, Kraft cheese slices (but only Kraft and NOT lowfat), Jif peanut butter (and no other brand), leftover chicken, beef, gravy or green beans and waffles or pancakes. Do not lecture me about how that is not the proper diet for a dog and you would only ever allow your dog to eat Science Diet lowfat and no table food ever. You can tell me all about it when *your* dog surpasses the average lifespan for his breed by 5 years. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oil celebrated his 14th birthday in November. We had a small celebration with family, including his dog-cousin Scamp and his real-life cousins and grandparents. He received a couple of balls, a chew rope and had steak on his kibbles for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite now being classified as an "elderly" dog, he can still catch frisbees in his mouth and climb the stairs to sleep on my bed. Thank you Rick's Cleaners for cheaply and expertly getting the doggie smell out of my comforter. Oil sheds too much and since his hearing went has been barking a little to loudly and too often. But, all in all he's a good dog and we love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21304636-113815157441167057?l=deniseinaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/113815157441167057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21304636&amp;postID=113815157441167057' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113815157441167057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21304636/posts/default/113815157441167057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseinaustin.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-test.html' title='This is a test....'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982927674493796624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://tinyurl.com/ytf9xk'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21304636.post-113788062875539683</id><published>2006-01-21T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T20:03:43.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Car fever</title><content type='html'>Yes, the hubster has new car fever. We just got me a new Volkswagen Passat back in October for those not in the know. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, now he's off this afternoon buying himself a new Nissan Xterra? Why? I dunno. Because he can, I guess. I just told him I didn't want any kind of talk about how I needed to be cutting back our grocery bill if he got it. He said OK and left. Can't wait to see it. I have to admit while I was out w/ my girlfriend this a.m. I parked next to an Xterra and yes, our cars will look mighty nice parked next to each other in the driveway up here in fantasy land. Ooooh yeah. Here's to more debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the morning w/ my girlfriend who I haven't seen in about 6 months. Hubster thinks I'm nuts b/c she calls, we decide to go out and I'm immediately putting her to work. Yes.  I "made" (his word) her meet up at Lowe's to look at paint for my kitchen and bathroom.  To be fair to me, we picked out paint for her house also. I think that's a great girlfriend "date". Lowe's for some decorating playtime then Red Robin for lunch. I think I'll be doing "Shiny silk" in the downstairs powder room and "Cappucino Bombe" in the kitchen. And I am painting my ugly kitchen cabinets white. I am not restaining them in the icky whitewash finish they currently have. Apologies to anyone who has that same finish and loves it, but I HATE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day. 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