<?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-21708532</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:17:06.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I need another cup of coffee</title><subtitle type='html'>Sleep deprived, and a complete disregard for grammar.  Welcome to my blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-5035095129076791662</id><published>2009-01-02T17:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:11:12.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>Just a post to let you know that I'm back!  I will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to update more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SV6XKvUeOLI/AAAAAAAAGQA/WQJn6S1gSKM/s1600-h/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SV6XKvUeOLI/AAAAAAAAGQA/WQJn6S1gSKM/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286829223336360114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-5035095129076791662?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/5035095129076791662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=5035095129076791662' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/5035095129076791662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/5035095129076791662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SV6XKvUeOLI/AAAAAAAAGQA/WQJn6S1gSKM/s72-c/DSC_0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-6705278870174194063</id><published>2008-10-15T16:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:20:06.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SPZaH8-279I/AAAAAAAAF6A/MvLwMSdydds/s1600-h/DSC_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SPZaH8-279I/AAAAAAAAF6A/MvLwMSdydds/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257488707676991442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SPZaIamcmNI/AAAAAAAAF6Q/JI7RZH-YHz8/s1600-h/DSC_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SPZaIamcmNI/AAAAAAAAF6Q/JI7RZH-YHz8/s320/DSC_0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257488715627665618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-6705278870174194063?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/6705278870174194063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=6705278870174194063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/6705278870174194063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/6705278870174194063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-days.html' title='Fall days'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SPZaH8-279I/AAAAAAAAF6A/MvLwMSdydds/s72-c/DSC_0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-7311747311628215401</id><published>2008-09-18T16:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:24:46.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fit for a fairy</title><content type='html'>Mini and I decided we should made a home for a certain fairy that lives in our back yard. Her name is Columbine Iceweb... which, obviously is Mini's name in fairy language. But, I'm sure you already knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SNpbhMcIO-I/AAAAAAAAFTQ/P4hWXRyyAwE/s1600-h/DSC_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SNpbhMcIO-I/AAAAAAAAFTQ/P4hWXRyyAwE/s320/DSC_0246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249608941486750690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SNpbhUMUErI/AAAAAAAAFTY/8SlrnMs6dug/s1600-h/DSC_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SNpbhUMUErI/AAAAAAAAFTY/8SlrnMs6dug/s320/DSC_0250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249608943567901362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SNpbh10CpFI/AAAAAAAAFTg/MivRERYG7VM/s1600-h/DSC_0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SNpbh10CpFI/AAAAAAAAFTg/MivRERYG7VM/s320/DSC_0252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249608952592901202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-7311747311628215401?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/7311747311628215401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=7311747311628215401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/7311747311628215401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/7311747311628215401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2008/09/fit-for-fairy.html' title='Fit for a fairy'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SNpbhMcIO-I/AAAAAAAAFTQ/P4hWXRyyAwE/s72-c/DSC_0246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-8750950072219590431</id><published>2008-09-17T14:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:28:11.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even up here in Michigan we felt the effects from the hurricane. 3 days of solid rain resulted in a completely flooded lower back yard. The kids were thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SNFK-iM9PRI/AAAAAAAAFSA/FOunWMJjG70/s1600-h/DSC_0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SNFK-iM9PRI/AAAAAAAAFSA/FOunWMJjG70/s320/DSC_0210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247057479056833810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SNFK--ESv6I/AAAAAAAAFSI/t1neXpBuNeg/s1600-h/DSC_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SNFK--ESv6I/AAAAAAAAFSI/t1neXpBuNeg/s320/DSC_0212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247057486536687522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SNFK_Tpx6mI/AAAAAAAAFSQ/PAgAYoirV2M/s1600-h/DSC_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SNFK_Tpx6mI/AAAAAAAAFSQ/PAgAYoirV2M/s320/DSC_0216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247057492331063906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SNFLg2v9MSI/AAAAAAAAFSw/aw4IHfRPGw4/s1600-h/DSC_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SNFLg2v9MSI/AAAAAAAAFSw/aw4IHfRPGw4/s320/DSC_0240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247058068687892770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SNFLgfjaGwI/AAAAAAAAFSo/DZ8P1Kz35DM/s1600-h/DSC_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SNFLgfjaGwI/AAAAAAAAFSo/DZ8P1Kz35DM/s320/DSC_0239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247058062461246210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SNFLhNDAYRI/AAAAAAAAFS4/9zndvxhr7Ug/s1600-h/DSC_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SNFMFT9nAKI/AAAAAAAAFTI/Z3cBD1umMQU/s320/DSC_0221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247058695005077666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-8750950072219590431?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/8750950072219590431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=8750950072219590431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8750950072219590431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8750950072219590431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2008/09/even-up-here-in-michigan-we-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SNFK-iM9PRI/AAAAAAAAFSA/FOunWMJjG70/s72-c/DSC_0210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-8524164115585150655</id><published>2008-09-14T18:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:32:48.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Friends! (if you're still there...)  I'm back.   Just wanted to announce that I'll try not to be such a blog slacker... like I've been lately.   I'll be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-8524164115585150655?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/8524164115585150655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=8524164115585150655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8524164115585150655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8524164115585150655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-friends-if-youre-still-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-9174968447232932706</id><published>2008-04-16T13:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:17:13.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession of the opera.</title><content type='html'>Mini loves the Phantom of the Opera.  Loves.  She heard the soundtrack once, and has been hooked ever since.  Take a look at these random drawing I've found laying around the house.   At first I wasn't really sure if I should nip the "obsession" in the bud.  After thinking about it I decided that eventually she'll get over it.  I remember as a kid loving the music, and I somehow managed to grow up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slightly&lt;/span&gt; sane.  Besides, one of her favorite things to do is sing, and this encourages her with it.  Also, I should count my blessings.  Most kids her age are into you&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0493093/"&gt; know who.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SAY9LJooGZI/AAAAAAAABqY/jA4QqfQ33JQ/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SAY9LJooGZI/AAAAAAAABqY/jA4QqfQ33JQ/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189902882365249938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SAY9L5ooGaI/AAAAAAAABqg/lHcgMzWGuXs/s1600-h/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SAY9L5ooGaI/AAAAAAAABqg/lHcgMzWGuXs/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189902895250151842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SAY9MJooGbI/AAAAAAAABqo/aCE5G8gxg8c/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SAY9MJooGbI/AAAAAAAABqo/aCE5G8gxg8c/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189902899545119154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sir W. has picked up on the soundtrack too.  It is possible that I find this much funnier than it really is, seeing that I... you know... gave birth to the little fella.  Take a look and let me know what you think.  For some reason the video isn't loading on the blog, so click&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JUE-npd_3i4"&gt; here to view&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-9174968447232932706?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/9174968447232932706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=9174968447232932706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/9174968447232932706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/9174968447232932706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2008/04/obsession-of-opera.html' title='Obsession of the opera.'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/SAY9LJooGZI/AAAAAAAABqY/jA4QqfQ33JQ/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-2289245575534839104</id><published>2008-04-03T16:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:26:48.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple math</title><content type='html'>What happens when you combine this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R_U84I5QejI/AAAAAAAAA-o/iKwozrhbPbA/s1600-h/DSC_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R_U84I5QejI/AAAAAAAAA-o/iKwozrhbPbA/s320/DSC_0101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185117481144973874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R_U84Y5QekI/AAAAAAAAA-w/wSR6nuwo62s/s1600-h/DSC_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R_U84Y5QekI/AAAAAAAAA-w/wSR6nuwo62s/s320/DSC_0147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185117485439941186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R_U9LY5QelI/AAAAAAAAA-4/_Czjussnk4U/s1600-h/DSC_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R_U9LY5QelI/AAAAAAAAA-4/_Czjussnk4U/s320/DSC_0109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185117811857455698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R_U83o5QeiI/AAAAAAAAA-g/uSimQWUz6bw/s1600-h/DSC_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R_U83o5QeiI/AAAAAAAAA-g/uSimQWUz6bw/s320/DSC_0158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185117472555039266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-2289245575534839104?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/2289245575534839104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=2289245575534839104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/2289245575534839104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/2289245575534839104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2008/04/simple-math.html' title='Simple math'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R_U84I5QejI/AAAAAAAAA-o/iKwozrhbPbA/s72-c/DSC_0101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-1127649350425732701</id><published>2008-04-02T15:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T15:54:10.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April 1st</title><content type='html'>Not so cheesy grilled cheese.  Mini was SO excited to make fake grilled cheese sandwiches for April fool's day.  They're actually a tasty dessert!  Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R_PkK45QehI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ItohH-eug8k/s1600-h/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R_PkK45QehI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ItohH-eug8k/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184738471755938322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-1127649350425732701?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/1127649350425732701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=1127649350425732701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/1127649350425732701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/1127649350425732701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-1st.html' title='April 1st'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R_PkK45QehI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ItohH-eug8k/s72-c/DSC_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-3000995772902142527</id><published>2008-03-28T09:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:48:58.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud of her new talent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R-z3LI5QegI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/ifWa38-T90Q/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R-z3LI5QegI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/ifWa38-T90Q/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182789041934858754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-3000995772902142527?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/3000995772902142527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=3000995772902142527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/3000995772902142527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/3000995772902142527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='Proud of her new talent.'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R-z3LI5QegI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/ifWa38-T90Q/s72-c/DSC_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-6991093147611308853</id><published>2008-03-24T11:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T12:17:42.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My birthday was last week.  With life so busy, it seemed like it came out of nowhere.  As usual CN made my day wonderful, starting it off with a much needed present- a new Starbucks to go mug, yay!  I got lots of calls for my family, which I always love.  Thanks sisters!!  That evening CN took me out to dinner at my favorite &lt;a href="http://www.pfchangs.com/cuisine/cuisine.aspx"&gt;Chinese restaurant&lt;/a&gt;.   Lettuce wraps, here I come!  After dinner we walked around the mall, where CN presented me with some money to go shopping.  After all the hecticness of the holidays and moving I hadn't bought anything for a while, so that was a lovely treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a perfect day, that was topped off when my Mother in law gave me one of her most loved belongings: a pair of 100 year old pie plates that I had always commented on how much I loved.  They are well worn and a bit beat up, but I always loved the way they look.  I never, ever thought she would give them to anyone, let alone me.  I was shocked that she would give me something that meant so much to her.  Just makes me even more thankful for having her, and all the other wonderful people in my life.    You all you know who you are!  xoxox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R-fT3I5QefI/AAAAAAAAA-I/A-T5yke2tgs/s1600-h/DSC_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R-fT3I5QefI/AAAAAAAAA-I/A-T5yke2tgs/s320/DSC_0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181342840546949618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-6991093147611308853?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/6991093147611308853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=6991093147611308853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/6991093147611308853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/6991093147611308853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-birthday-was-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R-fT3I5QefI/AAAAAAAAA-I/A-T5yke2tgs/s72-c/DSC_0087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-2963492594302590231</id><published>2008-03-20T16:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T11:52:41.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture updates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R-fNrY5QeaI/AAAAAAAAA9g/8P_0pbLLP8Y/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R-fNrY5QeaI/AAAAAAAAA9g/8P_0pbLLP8Y/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181336041613719970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bath aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R-fNr45QebI/AAAAAAAAA9o/iKphpnGfJO4/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R-fNr45QebI/AAAAAAAAA9o/iKphpnGfJO4/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181336050203654578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little spot just for W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R-fNsY5QecI/AAAAAAAAA9w/_lVnU708IaA/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R-fNsY5QecI/AAAAAAAAA9w/_lVnU708IaA/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181336058793589186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mini enjoying a balmy 40 degree day.  Look Maw, no coat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R-fOLI5QeeI/AAAAAAAAA-A/H44vBMx6eu4/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R-fOLI5QeeI/AAAAAAAAA-A/H44vBMx6eu4/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181336587074566626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-2963492594302590231?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/2963492594302590231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=2963492594302590231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/2963492594302590231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/2963492594302590231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2008/03/picture-updates.html' title='Picture updates.'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R-fNrY5QeaI/AAAAAAAAA9g/8P_0pbLLP8Y/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-711847989341286287</id><published>2008-03-12T13:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T14:18:45.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookin it up.</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been using cold pressed coconut oil a lot of my cooking and baking.  I've been substituting it anytime I would normally use regular oil or butter.  It may sounds odd to use it for all kinds of cooking, but it really tastes amazing.  One of my favorite ways to use it to put a bit in my &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/West-Bend-6-Quart-Popcorn-Popper/dp/B00004RC6R"&gt;popcorn&lt;/a&gt; maker instead of butter.  It smells wonderful, and surprisingly doesn't have a heavy coconut taste to it, it just makes the popcorn even crunchier and lighter.  The same goes for any kind of cooking.  Plus, after doing some research I found out that it actually has quite a few health benefits to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I used with when I made chicken stir fry for cooking up the vegetables and also for the chicken.  The result was super crispy but tender chicken with a great flavor, and crunchie veggies.  Here are some pictures of my cooking process with the coconut oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R9gcoj-81NI/AAAAAAAAA9A/efzLbsysUzs/s1600-h/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R9gcoj-81NI/AAAAAAAAA9A/efzLbsysUzs/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176919254842004690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you do buy it, make sure you get organic cold pressed.  It comes with a "shortening" consistency, and melts immediately when heated.  I find myself opening the top and smelling it over and over.  Smells so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R9gcpT-81OI/AAAAAAAAA9I/LAng9UBlywA/s1600-h/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R9gcpT-81OI/AAAAAAAAA9I/LAng9UBlywA/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176919267726906594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chicken breasts dipping in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panko"&gt;panko&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R9gcpz-81PI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/vGqHugvVUBk/s1600-h/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R9gcpz-81PI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/vGqHugvVUBk/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176919276316841202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The oil before it melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R9gcqT-81QI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/b_PStB2uVCk/s1600-h/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R9gcqT-81QI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/b_PStB2uVCk/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176919284906775810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished!  You really must try it out.  It's a fun way to switch up the same old boring cooking routine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-711847989341286287?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/711847989341286287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=711847989341286287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/711847989341286287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/711847989341286287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2008/03/cookin-it-up.html' title='Cookin it up.'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R9gcoj-81NI/AAAAAAAAA9A/efzLbsysUzs/s72-c/DSC_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-4749104029701777661</id><published>2008-03-06T10:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T17:56:13.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well. It's been a few whiles since I've posted. Things have been busy. Between Mini's school, W. terrorizing the house, CN's broken wrist and me lesson planning and teaching we've been quite busy. So here's some pictures of what's been happening: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R9ASUbhOLBI/AAAAAAAAA7k/30WscHzmRbE/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R9ASUbhOLBI/AAAAAAAAA7k/30WscHzmRbE/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174656114042481682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's been almost 3 weeks and you can see that CN's hand is still quite swollen.  Eeek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R9HGXT-81JI/AAAAAAAAA8g/CpY5lKXoR9E/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R9HGXT-81JI/AAAAAAAAA8g/CpY5lKXoR9E/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175135550629008530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waffle making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R9HGZD-81KI/AAAAAAAAA8o/7SbPPInJKXA/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R9HGZD-81KI/AAAAAAAAA8o/7SbPPInJKXA/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175135580693779618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a rare occurrence in our house.  Must capture on film.   He's actually laying still!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R9HGZj-81LI/AAAAAAAAA8w/UJ7yuSbCVoE/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R9HGZj-81LI/AAAAAAAAA8w/UJ7yuSbCVoE/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175135589283714226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;100 days of school calls for 100 stickers.  Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R9HGbD-81MI/AAAAAAAAA84/VdER7XtTles/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R9HGbD-81MI/AAAAAAAAA84/VdER7XtTles/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175135615053518018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chutes, ladders and curlers.  Can it get any better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-4749104029701777661?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/4749104029701777661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=4749104029701777661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/4749104029701777661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/4749104029701777661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2008/03/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R9ASUbhOLBI/AAAAAAAAA7k/30WscHzmRbE/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-2649603037857001130</id><published>2008-02-26T18:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T15:29:19.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in our new backyard... extreme sports edition</title><content type='html'>A few of the guys we know couldn't resist the urge to take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;full&lt;/span&gt; advantage of our wonderful hill.  Enjoy these pictures of the fellas being absolutely INSANE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mathiasburton.com/#mi=2&amp;amp;pt=1&amp;amp;pi=10000&amp;amp;s=0&amp;amp;a=0&amp;amp;at=0&amp;amp;p=3"&gt;Skiing.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: these pictures were all taken by our friend's very talented friend.  I believe all were taken in our backyard except 5,6, 7 and10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-2649603037857001130?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/2649603037857001130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=2649603037857001130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/2649603037857001130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/2649603037857001130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2008/02/fun-in-our-new-backyard-extreme-sports.html' title='Fun in our new backyard... extreme sports edition'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-2920640939805268923</id><published>2008-02-23T20:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T18:51:41.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mini M just read her first book yesterday.  To celebrate the occasion CN and I took her and Sir W. to Borders.  We told her that she could pick whatever book she wanted so she could practice reading more.  Not surprisingly she chose &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Barbie-Dress-Up-Step-into-Reading/dp/0375825010/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1203815254&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;  While we were wandering around I saw &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Am-Bunny-Golden-Sturdy-Book/dp/0375827781"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt;, and immediately had so many memories of reading it as a child.  I remembered every detail of each picture on every page.   It's a strange sensation to suddenly see something that you've completely forgotten about until that moment, that immediately brings back  so many memories.  Has that every happened to you, and if so, what was it that triggered your memories?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-2920640939805268923?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/2920640939805268923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=2920640939805268923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/2920640939805268923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/2920640939805268923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2008/02/mini-m-just-read-her-first-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-6294260568894312123</id><published>2008-02-13T10:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T10:49:01.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in our new backyard.</title><content type='html'>With all the moving, remodeling and unpacking finished (for now) it was time to enjoy our new back yard. In the middle of a snow storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R7MQPKKuI7I/AAAAAAAAA6s/Ju8oMLMm584/s1600-h/DSC_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R7MQPKKuI7I/AAAAAAAAA6s/Ju8oMLMm584/s320/DSC_0132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166491050137494450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R7MQPaKuI8I/AAAAAAAAA60/7pgTyd0W6n0/s1600-h/DSC_0142-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R7MQPaKuI8I/AAAAAAAAA60/7pgTyd0W6n0/s320/DSC_0142-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166491054432461762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R7MRCqKuJAI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Ywrp9m-Mh8k/s1600-h/DSC_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R7MRCqKuJAI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Ywrp9m-Mh8k/s320/DSC_0151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166491934900757506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R7MQP6KuI9I/AAAAAAAAA68/rpJNwSDx-5U/s1600-h/DSC_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R7MQP6KuI9I/AAAAAAAAA68/rpJNwSDx-5U/s320/DSC_0148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166491063022396370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R7MQQaKuI-I/AAAAAAAAA7E/kVBYRIMXpG8/s1600-h/DSC_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R7MQQaKuI-I/AAAAAAAAA7E/kVBYRIMXpG8/s320/DSC_0162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166491071612330978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R7MQQ6KuI_I/AAAAAAAAA7M/tZpwwyQ8XhM/s1600-h/DSC_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R7MQQ6KuI_I/AAAAAAAAA7M/tZpwwyQ8XhM/s320/DSC_0166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166491080202265586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R7MRC6KuJBI/AAAAAAAAA7c/kkOkspEIBNs/s1600-h/DSC_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R7MRC6KuJBI/AAAAAAAAA7c/kkOkspEIBNs/s320/DSC_0168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166491939195724818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-6294260568894312123?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/6294260568894312123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=6294260568894312123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/6294260568894312123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/6294260568894312123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2008/02/fun-in-our-new-backyard.html' title='Fun in our new backyard.'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R7MQPKKuI7I/AAAAAAAAA6s/Ju8oMLMm584/s72-c/DSC_0132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-8853287057593271897</id><published>2008-02-05T21:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:19:52.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An exciting day.</title><content type='html'>Mini has been waiting for what seemed like an eternity... for her first tooth to fall out.  The day has finally come!  Yay Mini M!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R6kX_jW0IqI/AAAAAAAAA6k/M2ZY1gxmt5I/s1600-h/DSC_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R6kX_jW0IqI/AAAAAAAAA6k/M2ZY1gxmt5I/s320/DSC_0114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163684828347114146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.  No comments on the "Tooth Fairy's" card.  She only had a &lt;a href="http://www.cvs.com/CVSApp/cvs/gateway/detail?prodid=343379&amp;amp;previousURI=/CVSApp/cvs/gateway/search?ActiveCat=499%5EQuery=pen+cvs%5ESEARCH.x=0%5ESEARCH.y=0"&gt;junkie pen&lt;/a&gt; and 5 minutes between diaper changes and cleaning up dinner to make it... She figured she could hide all the mistakes with glitter.  Mini loved it.  Mission accomplished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-8853287057593271897?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/8853287057593271897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=8853287057593271897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8853287057593271897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8853287057593271897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2008/02/exciting-day.html' title='An exciting day.'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R6kX_jW0IqI/AAAAAAAAA6k/M2ZY1gxmt5I/s72-c/DSC_0114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-8485740133409106016</id><published>2008-01-28T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T14:06:45.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside my window.</title><content type='html'>Life's been crazy with all the ripping an old house apart and rebuilding it stuff, but every once and a while as I'm washing the "who knows what that crap is that on my hands...good heavens I hope that's not what I think it is..." after cleaning out the the attic- I look out the window and see this... Tends to make all this work seem more worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54nPTW0ImI/AAAAAAAAA6A/IKOPgb1AATw/s1600-h/DSC_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54nPTW0ImI/AAAAAAAAA6A/IKOPgb1AATw/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160605366860653154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54nSDW0InI/AAAAAAAAA6I/n0FfNQyS8FA/s1600-h/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54nSDW0InI/AAAAAAAAA6I/n0FfNQyS8FA/s320/DSC_0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160605414105293426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54nTzW0IoI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/I0gaHGh8khk/s1600-h/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54nTzW0IoI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/I0gaHGh8khk/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160605444170064514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54nWTW0IpI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/BBFZXK5lmq0/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54nWTW0IpI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/BBFZXK5lmq0/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160605487119737490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-8485740133409106016?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/8485740133409106016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=8485740133409106016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8485740133409106016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8485740133409106016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2008/01/outside-my-window.html' title='Outside my window.'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54nPTW0ImI/AAAAAAAAA6A/IKOPgb1AATw/s72-c/DSC_0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-667083515392346364</id><published>2008-01-28T13:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T13:59:25.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54l_TW0IkI/AAAAAAAAA5w/iIDbirB6ITY/s1600-h/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54l_TW0IkI/AAAAAAAAA5w/iIDbirB6ITY/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160603992471118402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54mATW0IlI/AAAAAAAAA54/9oaKt46yVeY/s1600-h/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54mATW0IlI/AAAAAAAAA54/9oaKt46yVeY/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160604009650987602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-667083515392346364?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/667083515392346364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=667083515392346364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/667083515392346364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/667083515392346364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2008/01/helping.html' title='Helping'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54l_TW0IkI/AAAAAAAAA5w/iIDbirB6ITY/s72-c/DSC_0044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-39894813329627501</id><published>2008-01-28T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T13:54:31.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alllllmost dooooone....?  Nope never mind.</title><content type='html'>We bought our new house the day after Christmas, and for the past month we have been working on it every night and all the weekends. This past weekend we clocked in 27 hours in three days. (Friday, Saturday and Sunday) Check out these before pictures, so you can fully appreciate the afters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54i5TW0IhI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/TYiUiJmIIsQ/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54i5TW0IhI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/TYiUiJmIIsQ/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160600590857019922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54i5zW0IiI/AAAAAAAAA5g/u3sh_q8q85Q/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54i5zW0IiI/AAAAAAAAA5g/u3sh_q8q85Q/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160600599446954530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54i6TW0IjI/AAAAAAAAA5o/UlEdNTHaEfs/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54i6TW0IjI/AAAAAAAAA5o/UlEdNTHaEfs/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160600608036889138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54h3DW0IdI/AAAAAAAAA44/R-m1_7-6Cno/s1600-h/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54h3DW0IdI/AAAAAAAAA44/R-m1_7-6Cno/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160599452690686418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54h-jW0IgI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Dm1m7gcSK5I/s1600-h/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54h-jW0IgI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Dm1m7gcSK5I/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160599581539705346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54h5jW0IeI/AAAAAAAAA5A/QQ8Onu-n7sM/s1600-h/DSC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54h5jW0IeI/AAAAAAAAA5A/QQ8Onu-n7sM/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160599495640359394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54h8jW0IfI/AAAAAAAAA5I/XRDwtgVKJ4I/s1600-h/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54h8jW0IfI/AAAAAAAAA5I/XRDwtgVKJ4I/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160599547179966962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrilling, huh?  Except for the fact that every single inch of wood that you see pictured (and not) needs to be painted.  Ug, but well worth it.   Also, I'd like to thank my wonderful husband CN.  With out whom I would be destined to have kitchen that looks like &lt;a href="http://www.realestatebloglab.com/images/Ugly%20Kitchen.jpg"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;  Or &lt;a href="http://www.mydogella.com/kitchen.jpg"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-39894813329627501?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/39894813329627501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=39894813329627501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/39894813329627501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/39894813329627501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2008/01/alllllmost-dooooone-nope-never-mind.html' title='Alllllmost dooooone....?  Nope never mind.'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R54i5TW0IhI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/TYiUiJmIIsQ/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-1324177946158140812</id><published>2008-01-17T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T14:33:20.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The weather outside is frightful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R4-tKurowkI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/b5a0jbJ41_g/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R4-tKurowkI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/b5a0jbJ41_g/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156530498203861570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R4-tK-rowlI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/w0dHqvynttM/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R4-tK-rowlI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/w0dHqvynttM/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156530502498828882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R4-tLOrowmI/AAAAAAAAA3g/xrlhexsWgXE/s1600-h/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R4-tLOrowmI/AAAAAAAAA3g/xrlhexsWgXE/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156530506793796194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?  Normal people don't sit in front of their fireplaces and take pictures of the fire?  Really?  Guess that explains a lot.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-1324177946158140812?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/1324177946158140812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=1324177946158140812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/1324177946158140812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/1324177946158140812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2008/01/weather-outside-is-frightful.html' title='The weather outside is frightful...'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R4-tKurowkI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/b5a0jbJ41_g/s72-c/DSC_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-7033268476431548631</id><published>2008-01-17T09:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T09:31:45.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R49mw-rowiI/AAAAAAAAA3A/RiyD8IDslv4/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R49mw-rowiI/AAAAAAAAA3A/RiyD8IDslv4/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156453090008285730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R49mxOrowjI/AAAAAAAAA3I/wmeyUCOL0-Y/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R49mxOrowjI/AAAAAAAAA3I/wmeyUCOL0-Y/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156453094303253042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-7033268476431548631?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/7033268476431548631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=7033268476431548631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/7033268476431548631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/7033268476431548631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R49mw-rowiI/AAAAAAAAA3A/RiyD8IDslv4/s72-c/DSC_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-8037049273329342407</id><published>2008-01-17T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T09:27:58.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me:  "Hi Mini!  How are you?  Was school good today?"&lt;br /&gt;M.:  "Mom, can we have macaroni and cheese for lunch today?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "I don't know if we have any, but if we do I'll make some."&lt;br /&gt;M.: (bursting into tears)  "I reeeeally need macaroni and cheese Mooooom!"  (cue more wailing and gnashing of teeth)&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "M!  are you OK?  That's not something you should cry about.  How was school, did you have a good day?"&lt;br /&gt;M.:  (still crying)  "Not reeeeally good."&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;M.:  "Mrs. B said we have to sit still and do work and learn things now at school, and that we can't do crafts all day long."&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Welcome to the real world."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-8037049273329342407?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/8037049273329342407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=8037049273329342407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8037049273329342407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8037049273329342407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2008/01/me-hi-mini-how-are-you-was-school-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-3696645642176610926</id><published>2007-12-29T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:06:28.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So.  We are officially homeowners... um... hurrah?  No. It's good, just at this point all I can think about is all the work that needs to go in the house.   I know if anyone can get it all done, we can.  Thank goodness for a hub. who's a builder.  I have no idea how we're going to finance everything...  I suppose in the back of my head somewhere I'm hoping to find a pot of gold under the pee stained living room carpet when we rip it up, or some pirate gold dubloons in the little shed outside.  Not too realistic, huh?  Ah well.  I guess never knowing where money is going to come from adds a bit of excitement to our lives, right?  Really... who doesn't want a more exciting life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R3aMOurouAI/AAAAAAAAAd0/rNdgcpW9qEg/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R3aMOurouAI/AAAAAAAAAd0/rNdgcpW9qEg/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149457408621852674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-3696645642176610926?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/3696645642176610926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=3696645642176610926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/3696645642176610926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/3696645642176610926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/12/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R3aMOurouAI/AAAAAAAAAd0/rNdgcpW9qEg/s72-c/DSC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-7032024765385584100</id><published>2007-12-28T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T21:06:35.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A glimse into CN's family...</title><content type='html'>Overheard during CN's family's Christmas get together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CN's great aunt to her brother. (CN's grandpa)   Looks out at the room full of the 30 plus adults and kids opening presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Great Aunt- "How does it make you feel to see all these people descended from you?  Isn't it wonderful???"&lt;br /&gt; Grandpa-  Looks over the room thoughtfully and remarks loudly,  "Aww!  I guess I got somethin' to show for my screwin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Welcome to the family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-7032024765385584100?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/7032024765385584100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=7032024765385584100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/7032024765385584100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/7032024765385584100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/12/glimse-into-cns-family.html' title='A glimse into CN&apos;s family...'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-728929671247228920</id><published>2007-12-28T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T20:59:46.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>Hope you had a happy Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R3Wokurot5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/XFWH1I5ddIU/s1600-h/DSC_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-6185435655275380979</id><published>2007-12-09T14:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T15:02:50.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance skills no.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c4c0bb67c221679" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-7446373169220471348</id><published>2007-12-04T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T14:45:43.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fried eggs and T-bone steak</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;Now here's a serious sausage lover.  (Be forewarned... a couple naughty words at the end. 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Christmas has officially begun.  Poor Thanksgiving has been kicked to the curb and now we're on to something more thrilling, and that involves much better food and decorations.   (In my opinion.)   Last Monday was the first night of the &lt;a href="http://www.downtownrochestermi.com/brightlight.html"&gt;light show&lt;/a&gt; our downtown puts on every year, so we bundled up and headed into the cold.  After CN got his obligated mutterings about gaudiness and premature Christmas celebrations out of the way we had a lovely, freezing time.  You see, my dear husband is one of those grinches that believe that Christmas should be celebrated ON and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; around Christmas not a month before.  Bah Humbug! to him.  I love decorating for Christmas and really don't think one can have too many decorations or start celebrating too early.  As long as it's after T.Giving and as long as your decorations don't include &lt;a href="http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/yhst-28553301169418_1979_7448507"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R1MQxehm50I/AAAAAAAAAco/wSh0rOh1kho/s1600-R/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R1MQxehm50I/AAAAAAAAAco/zH98_H35rQ8/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139470041953527618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R1MQx-hm51I/AAAAAAAAAcw/RRUPZwTqbrM/s1600-R/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R1MQx-hm51I/AAAAAAAAAcw/sD4HoMa2dmc/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139470050543462226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-4357792883848379758?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/4357792883848379758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=4357792883848379758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/4357792883848379758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/4357792883848379758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/12/decking-halls.html' title='Decking the Halls.'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R1MQxehm50I/AAAAAAAAAco/zH98_H35rQ8/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-3619411439451726882</id><published>2007-12-02T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T14:52:05.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R1MM1uhm5yI/AAAAAAAAAcY/mVKBPJOTS0c/s1600-R/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R1MM1uhm5yI/AAAAAAAAAcY/jWsCnRDxmDA/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139465716921460514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R1MM2Ohm5zI/AAAAAAAAAcg/-5ReYG31smI/s1600-R/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R1MM2Ohm5zI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Fhmv7qy7w2U/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139465725511395122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-3619411439451726882?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/3619411439451726882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=3619411439451726882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/3619411439451726882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/3619411439451726882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/12/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks.'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R1MM1uhm5yI/AAAAAAAAAcY/jWsCnRDxmDA/s72-c/DSC_0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-8789031679434336005</id><published>2007-11-18T18:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T18:49:51.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R0DPWpBxCvI/AAAAAAAAAbY/tGzS8mWxH5Q/s1600-h/DSC_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R0DPWpBxCvI/AAAAAAAAAbY/tGzS8mWxH5Q/s320/DSC_0265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134331563079699186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R0DPW5BxCwI/AAAAAAAAAbg/cHg4dNS4kR4/s1600-h/DSC_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R0DPW5BxCwI/AAAAAAAAAbg/cHg4dNS4kR4/s320/DSC_0270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134331567374666498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy paw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R0DPXJBxCxI/AAAAAAAAAbo/OcLgGNItXJE/s1600-h/DSC_0311-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R0DPXJBxCxI/AAAAAAAAAbo/OcLgGNItXJE/s320/DSC_0311-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134331571669633810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-8789031679434336005?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/8789031679434336005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=8789031679434336005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8789031679434336005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8789031679434336005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/11/princess.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/R0DPWpBxCvI/AAAAAAAAAbY/tGzS8mWxH5Q/s72-c/DSC_0265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-6037905588551743775</id><published>2007-11-17T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T15:40:40.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to me!</title><content type='html'>CN has had a tenancy to spoil me lately.   On top of many other wonderful things he's done for me in the past few months, yesterday he gave me an early Christmas present.  A flippin amazing Christmas present, I might add.  &lt;a href="http://www.nikonusa.com/template.php?cat=1&amp;amp;grp=2&amp;amp;productNr=25420"&gt;This puppy&lt;/a&gt;.  A Nikon D40.  Absolutely scrumptious.  He needed a camera for work, so instead of buying himself one, he bought me the Nikon and he's going to use my old camera.  What a fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few snapshots of our fun morning at the &lt;a href="http://www.thesomersetcollection.com/"&gt;mall&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rz9RSpBxCrI/AAAAAAAAAa4/VvA7gluLtLE/s1600-h/DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rz9RSpBxCrI/AAAAAAAAAa4/VvA7gluLtLE/s320/DSC_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133911480918411954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rz9RTJBxCsI/AAAAAAAAAbA/GROHPkhQRfw/s1600-h/DSC_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rz9RTJBxCsI/AAAAAAAAAbA/GROHPkhQRfw/s320/DSC_0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133911489508346562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rz9RT5BxCtI/AAAAAAAAAbI/dg0QEGCYQ20/s1600-h/DSC_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rz9RT5BxCtI/AAAAAAAAAbI/dg0QEGCYQ20/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133911502393248466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rz9RUpBxCuI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/RLu6hGwq5xk/s1600-h/DSC_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rz9RUpBxCuI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/RLu6hGwq5xk/s320/DSC_0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133911515278150370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-6037905588551743775?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/6037905588551743775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=6037905588551743775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/6037905588551743775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/6037905588551743775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/11/merry-christmas-to-me.html' title='Merry Christmas to me!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rz9RSpBxCrI/AAAAAAAAAa4/VvA7gluLtLE/s72-c/DSC_0082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-9180909295133644121</id><published>2007-11-12T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:44:23.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I type, while inhaling and exhaling into a paper bag.  OK. Not really, but almost!  In 2 months we are going to be moving up the road.  Eek!  Scary, but slightly exciting.  I'm trying not to think of the insane amount of work that is needed to be done at first, but I know eventually things will settle down and we are going to enjoy our new house.  The house is small and needs a lot of work, but it's in a wonderful location, (Across the street from a cider mill... could you ask for anything more??) and has almost 3 acres.  Here are some pictures of our new future back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RzhmN5hf39I/AAAAAAAAAaY/Xz4EJpSu_d0/s1600-h/IMG_4336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RzhmN5hf39I/AAAAAAAAAaY/Xz4EJpSu_d0/s320/IMG_4336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131964164354334674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RzhmO5hf3-I/AAAAAAAAAag/SeWl9MFfRTc/s1600-h/IMG_4379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RzhmO5hf3-I/AAAAAAAAAag/SeWl9MFfRTc/s320/IMG_4379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131964181534203874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RzhmPphf3_I/AAAAAAAAAao/Xz4cUxnomaw/s1600-h/IMG_4371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RzhmPphf3_I/AAAAAAAAAao/Xz4cUxnomaw/s320/IMG_4371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131964194419105778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RzhmRphf4AI/AAAAAAAAAaw/zi0KfxFCkRQ/s1600-h/IMG_4384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RzhmRphf4AI/AAAAAAAAAaw/zi0KfxFCkRQ/s320/IMG_4384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131964228778844162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-9180909295133644121?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/9180909295133644121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=9180909295133644121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/9180909295133644121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/9180909295133644121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/11/here-i-type-while-inhaling-and-exhaling.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RzhmN5hf39I/AAAAAAAAAaY/Xz4EJpSu_d0/s72-c/IMG_4336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-8714837776333721937</id><published>2007-11-08T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T14:47:28.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home!</title><content type='html'>DC was wonderfully fun.  CN and I got there a day before the rest of our friends so we could hang out on our own.  Did I mention it was wonderful?   It was a strange feeling to be able to do whatever you wanted, whenever.  No breakfast/nap/lunch/nap/dinner/bedtime routine to adhere to.  Dessert at 11pm, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before the wedding we spent with our friends relaxing and catching up.  We met for dinner at a lovely French restaurant where we shared cheese platters and I had the most amazing duck confit.    After dinner we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.fairmont.com/washington/"&gt;hotel&lt;/a&gt; where the wedding reception would be to meet up with the wedding party for drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was perfect.  It took place in gorgeous church in Georgetown.  The reception was beautiful, fancy, and fun.  Dinner and dessert was amazing, but the topper of the evening, in CN's opinion was the &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/f4/Espresso_machine_coffee_rrn_electra_beentree.jpg/449px-Espresso_machine_coffee_rrn_electra_beentree.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;espresso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and cookie bar.  Ah... heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RzMho5hf30I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/1gtTQsu43ic/s1600-h/IMG_4689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RzMho5hf30I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/1gtTQsu43ic/s320/IMG_4689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130481387024932674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RzMhpphf31I/AAAAAAAAAZY/yVzfqgGp6kE/s1600-h/IMG_4828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RzMhpphf31I/AAAAAAAAAZY/yVzfqgGp6kE/s320/IMG_4828.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130481399909834578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RzMhqphf33I/AAAAAAAAAZo/TC9zBp_5dm4/s1600-h/IMG_4909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RzMhqphf33I/AAAAAAAAAZo/TC9zBp_5dm4/s320/IMG_4909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130481417089703794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RzMhq5hf34I/AAAAAAAAAZw/J3rJX59K-ho/s1600-h/IMG_4885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RzMhq5hf34I/AAAAAAAAAZw/J3rJX59K-ho/s320/IMG_4885.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130481421384671106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RzNnu5hf38I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/4p2spZ1PH-M/s1600-h/IMG_4877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RzNnu5hf38I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/4p2spZ1PH-M/s320/IMG_4877.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130558455918092226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-8714837776333721937?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/8714837776333721937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=8714837776333721937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8714837776333721937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8714837776333721937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/11/home.html' title='Home!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RzMho5hf30I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/1gtTQsu43ic/s72-c/IMG_4689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-712319078738440937</id><published>2007-10-26T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T17:16:43.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost off to DC</title><content type='html'>In a few days CN and I are going to be heading down to Washington DC for our friend's wedding.  Hurah!  Although, as much as I'm looking forward to getting away, a small part of me is slightly dreading it.  CN and I have never been away from the kids for more than a night or two, and have never been an airplane ride away.   I know Mini M is going to do just fine at the in-laws... she most likely won't even notice I'm not there.  It's my small Sir W. that I'm going to have a hard time leaving.  No doubt he'll have a grand time eating Grandma and G.pa out of house and home.  &lt;a href="http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/09/banana-eating-machine.html"&gt;Bananas... beware!! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  All in all though, I'm more excited.  This will be the first time CN and I have ever been away since we've been married.  The wedding is black tie optional, so it's going to be fancy dancy and thrilling.  Those of you that know me well, know I'm a jeans and &lt;a href="http://www.zappos.com/n/p/dp/11121689/c/53302.html"&gt;keen&lt;/a&gt; type of girl, so this is going to be quite a change for me.  After hunting and hunting I found the perfect evening gown. Unfortunately it's a brand new style from Calvin Klein... I couldn't even find a picture online... ah well... I'll post pictures of the whole event ASAP when we get home.  And, by "event" I don't mean me wearing a gown... I mean the wedding, Silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-712319078738440937?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/712319078738440937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=712319078738440937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/712319078738440937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/712319078738440937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/10/almost-off-to-dc.html' title='Almost off to DC'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-5656668170312186944</id><published>2007-10-24T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T10:12:45.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Happiness is best shared"</title><content type='html'>CN and I went out last night.  That's exciting enough.  What made it even better was the fact that we went to see Into the Wild.  My sister lent me the book back when I was a teenager, and I've been intrigued by the story since then.   When I heard it was going to be made into a movie I wasn't sure if it would be worth going to see.  Happily I was wrong.  The movie was well filmed and wonderfully acted.  At times I almost forgot that it was a movie, not a documentary.  The locations where it was filmed were unbelievably beautiful, not to mention a excellent acoustic &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Music-Motion-Picture-Into-Wild/dp/B000ULQV0W/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2/104-7901462-0212704?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1193234064&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;soundtrack by Eddie Vedder&lt;/a&gt;.   (Of course we bought that the second it was released a few weeks ago....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-5656668170312186944?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/5656668170312186944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=5656668170312186944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/5656668170312186944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/5656668170312186944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/10/happiness-is-best-shared.html' title='&quot;Happiness is best shared&quot;'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-7919151637039120509</id><published>2007-10-13T11:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T12:02:47.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall cuteness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RxDpwPysMRI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/5LT9dl8AecE/s1600-h/IMG_4202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RxDpwPysMRI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/5LT9dl8AecE/s320/IMG_4202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120849791402389778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RxDpwvysMSI/AAAAAAAAAYY/_emJGOngVQA/s1600-h/IMG_4221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RxDpwvysMSI/AAAAAAAAAYY/_emJGOngVQA/s320/IMG_4221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120849799992324386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RxDpxvysMTI/AAAAAAAAAYg/NeU_Dm__dAE/s1600-h/IMG_4201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RxDpxvysMTI/AAAAAAAAAYg/NeU_Dm__dAE/s320/IMG_4201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120849817172193586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RxDonPysMQI/AAAAAAAAAYI/81zVU_WcEMw/s1600-h/IMG_4261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RxDpyPysMVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/LkktgxIZDIg/s320/IMG_4236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120849825762128210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RxDonPysMQI/AAAAAAAAAYI/81zVU_WcEMw/s1600-h/IMG_4261.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-7919151637039120509?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/7919151637039120509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=7919151637039120509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/7919151637039120509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/7919151637039120509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/10/fall-cuteness.html' title='Fall cuteness'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RxDpwPysMRI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/5LT9dl8AecE/s72-c/IMG_4202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-7357205866198061713</id><published>2007-10-10T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:17:53.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back!</title><content type='html'>Hello, I'm Em... nice to meet you.  Since it's been forever, I thought we should get reacquainted.  Things are good here, just busy.  Really busy.  When I signed M. up for school I didn't realize the multitude of papers and responsibilities that would come with it.  I am currently in the middle of helping plan a Fall class party, selling stamps in the hallway before class, getting Mini ready to sing with her little choir and oh yes!  I almost forgot, I have to bring snacks in for the class the day after tomorrow!  Target snack aisle, here I come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from M.'s school I'm also teaching a literature discussion class at a home school group day once a week.  The class is for 4-6th graders and is a bunch of fun.  The thing that I get a kick out of is how giggly and chatty the boys are, as opposed to the girls.  Next week I might need to separate them...  Today I was telling my sister how we reached a milestone in class yesterday.  We went the whole class period without someone bringing up one of the Lord of the Rings movies.  At always happens that whatever story/fable/or poem we are working on that day somehow always reminds someone of a part of one of the movies.   I'd never thought to compare Bess from "&lt;a href="http://monologues.co.uk/Dramatic/The_Highwayman.htm"&gt;The Highwayman&lt;/a&gt;" to, who is it?  Boromir?  (The one who gets all shot up with arrows by Orcs?)  Who would have thought?  Or the &lt;a href="http://www.online-literature.com/kipling/165/"&gt;Elephant's Child&lt;/a&gt;?   Yep, also comparable to Lord of the Rings.  My theory?  I think the funny little fellas are so proud of the fact that they saw a "scary" movie like LOTR (didn't feel like typing the whole title) that they have to constantly remind each other, and me of their infinite coolness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-7357205866198061713?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/7357205866198061713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=7357205866198061713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/7357205866198061713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/7357205866198061713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome back!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-3537618247977572829</id><published>2007-09-08T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T19:48:07.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana eating machine</title><content type='html'>W. loves his bananas.  Here is what he looks like every morning eating his favorite treat.  Dandan would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; proud.  (Just to warn you... he mutilates the poor thing- it's quite disgusting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d1c2040ff17bd432" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd1c2040ff17bd432%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331466167%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C2627609AE6748677867608C45859F8B63A6958.50C6E74C32D8BA8250D451F06109916FE50B3B9C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd1c2040ff17bd432%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D93maCB6JnclH9Aq-22Sbpn4wG7Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd1c2040ff17bd432%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331466167%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C2627609AE6748677867608C45859F8B63A6958.50C6E74C32D8BA8250D451F06109916FE50B3B9C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd1c2040ff17bd432%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D93maCB6JnclH9Aq-22Sbpn4wG7Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-3537618247977572829?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d1c2040ff17bd432&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/3537618247977572829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=3537618247977572829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/3537618247977572829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/3537618247977572829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/09/banana-eating-machine.html' title='Banana eating machine'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-4426038780199994696</id><published>2007-09-06T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T09:24:45.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school!</title><content type='html'>Our little Mini M. isn't so mini anymore!  Tuesday was her first day of kindergarten, and she couldn't have been more excited.  I seriously believe that she has been waiting for this day since she was 3.  I'm happy for her because she is so unbelievably excited, but there's that little part of me that realizes that the part of her life where she stays home with me is now over.  Never will happen again.  Waaahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir W. is enjoying his 3 hours of morning freedom.  No big sister to mother him.  No big sister to kiss him and style his hair with spit.  He's really not at all broken up about it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rt_-2womMEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IzKvyTY2Xio/s1600-h/IMG_3859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rt_-2womMEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IzKvyTY2Xio/s320/IMG_3859.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107080719182999618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rt_-3QomMFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ofzU6kVo1EU/s1600-h/IMG_3871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rt_-3QomMFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ofzU6kVo1EU/s320/IMG_3871.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107080727772934226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rt_-3womMGI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wXvLHzEsKQs/s1600-h/IMG_3874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rt_-3womMGI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wXvLHzEsKQs/s320/IMG_3874.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107080736362868834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To view all of M.'s pictures &lt;a href="http://www.kodakgallery.com/Slideshow.jsp?&amp;mode=fromsite&amp;amp;collid=63899709706.975017621306.1189084885699&amp;amp;conn_speed=1"&gt;click here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-4426038780199994696?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/4426038780199994696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=4426038780199994696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/4426038780199994696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/4426038780199994696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rt_-2womMEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IzKvyTY2Xio/s72-c/IMG_3859.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-7963776179674257848</id><published>2007-08-27T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T10:11:23.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sheesh... where has the time gone?  It's been pathetically long  since I've posted here last.  Since then I've:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to get Mini ready for kindergarten.  (Who knew one needed Clorox wipes in order to go to school?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to start teaching a few classes at a home school group day once a week.  Speaking of which... Yikes!  Not ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger brother has come to live with us, which makes me feel like I not only have a 5 year old, a 1 year old, but also now a 16 year old child.  Don't. Ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.N. got me a new &lt;a href="http://www.palm.com/us/products/smartphones/treo755p/index.html"&gt;phone&lt;/a&gt;.  Wonderful/adorable huh?  A desperate attempt to keep my life organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.N. and I bought tickets to our friend's Washington DC wedding in November.  Very exciting.  Brace yourself for our lameness-  we've never been on a trip out of state with the two of us.  I know... Don't say I didn't warn you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined a gym.  Have been oh... maybe 3 times.  Is it worth keeping the membership?  I don't know...  Although, seeing that cider and doughnut season is fast approaching maybe I should hang on to it.  (Screw cider, give me the doughnuts!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir W. has gotten 4 new teeth and has made us all suffer along with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of at the moment.   The sun is shining, it's a breezy cool day. And I'm going to take advantage of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-7963776179674257848?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/7963776179674257848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=7963776179674257848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/7963776179674257848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/7963776179674257848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/08/sheesh.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-8899701128608329011</id><published>2007-08-07T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T11:16:14.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeeeese, Gromit!</title><content type='html'>A couple of days ago we rented the new-ish Wallace and Gromit movie &lt;a href="http://www.wandg.com/"&gt;The Curse of the Were-Rabbit&lt;/a&gt;.   Usually with Mini movies CN and I settle in for an hour and a half of drifting in and out of sleep while every 15 minutes or so responding to Mini's excited, "Did you see that?  He burped! Hahahah!"  To which we dutifully respond though glazed over eyes, "Oh yes, veeeery funny!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie actually was quite funny, and insanely cute.   According to Mini, it is very scary and the only way she can watch it is to have something to cuddle with.  When I suggested a teddy bear she wailed, "Nooo!  Is HAS to be a person!"  Enter Sir W.  He has resigned himself to be Mini's Wallace and Gromit cuddle partner.  It cracks me up to see Mini clutching him tightly watching, mouth open, at a giant furry bunny with a small bow tie howling at the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great movie.   You must rent even if you don't have kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-8899701128608329011?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/8899701128608329011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=8899701128608329011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8899701128608329011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8899701128608329011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/08/cheese-gromit.html' title='Cheeeeese, Gromit!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-5618120068261556344</id><published>2007-08-03T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T10:26:25.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Higgins Like</title><content type='html'>Last week we took our annual camping trip to Higgins Lake.  The weather was beautiful and the lake was like a giant swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RrOnOtYu0XI/AAAAAAAAAJI/yCVjAeH8jRc/s1600-h/IMG_3193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RrOnOtYu0XI/AAAAAAAAAJI/yCVjAeH8jRc/s320/IMG_3193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094599474629497202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RrOnPtYu0YI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fWj3sqwZ8VU/s1600-h/IMG_3205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RrOnPtYu0YI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fWj3sqwZ8VU/s320/IMG_3205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094599491809366402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RrOnQdYu0ZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/HiSLhZmWSzs/s1600-h/IMG_3236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RrOmuNYu0VI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Y5ZH6934qqY/s320/IMG_3191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094598916283748690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RrOmqdYu0SI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Vnt9wZzOLx8/s1600-h/IMG_3139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RrOmqdYu0SI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Vnt9wZzOLx8/s320/IMG_3139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094598851859239202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RrOmrNYu0TI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FbrzGbGDpQU/s1600-h/IMG_3153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RrOmrNYu0TI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FbrzGbGDpQU/s320/IMG_3153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094598864744141106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-5618120068261556344?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/5618120068261556344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=5618120068261556344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/5618120068261556344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/5618120068261556344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/08/higgins-like.html' title='Higgins Like'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RrOnOtYu0XI/AAAAAAAAAJI/yCVjAeH8jRc/s72-c/IMG_3193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-467232585351817156</id><published>2007-08-03T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T14:52:52.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe</title><content type='html'>We recently had a new &lt;a href="http://www.papajoesmarket.com/index.php"&gt;Papa Joe's&lt;/a&gt; built near our house.   After making a much anticipated trip (by both myself and Mini) I tried to think of something I could make with all my delicious looking groceries.  Here's what I did to the peaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut in half, remove seeds.&lt;br /&gt;Mix equal amounts of horseradish and dejon mustard.  (Just depends on how many you're making) &lt;br /&gt;Add honey, a little more than the horseradish and the mustard.&lt;br /&gt;Whisk together, then brush onto the insides of the peaches.&lt;br /&gt;Cook inside down on medium heat grill for 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Flip and cook another 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Brush remaining sauce on and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure summer heaven.  Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-467232585351817156?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/467232585351817156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=467232585351817156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/467232585351817156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/467232585351817156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/08/recipe.html' title='Recipe'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-2267215850318054655</id><published>2007-07-13T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T10:49:06.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>See for yourself</title><content type='html'>Camping pictures. My camera was in the "shop," which made me feel handicapped. Thankfully CN's mom shared hers with me. Bless you Mother N, bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RpeQoWLhJzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/m4d_YO_oMWA/s1600-h/DSC03198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RpeQoWLhJzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/m4d_YO_oMWA/s320/DSC03198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086693326961321778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RpeQo2LhJ0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/9TI9zWjhaV8/s1600-h/DSC03355_00.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RpeQo2LhJ0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/9TI9zWjhaV8/s320/DSC03355_00.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086693335551256386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RpeQpGLhJ1I/AAAAAAAAAII/UebyJCfe0tM/s1600-h/DSC03358_00.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RpeQpGLhJ1I/AAAAAAAAAII/UebyJCfe0tM/s320/DSC03358_00.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086693339846223698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RpeQpmLhJ2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FOd20Ww5rrw/s1600-h/DSC03362_00.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RpeQpmLhJ2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FOd20Ww5rrw/s320/DSC03362_00.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086693348436158306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RpeQqGLhJ3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/yc9RGi9IIn8/s1600-h/DSC03306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RpeQqGLhJ3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/yc9RGi9IIn8/s320/DSC03306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086693357026092914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-2267215850318054655?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/2267215850318054655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=2267215850318054655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/2267215850318054655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/2267215850318054655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/07/see-for-yourself.html' title='See for yourself'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RpeQoWLhJzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/m4d_YO_oMWA/s72-c/DSC03198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-8759606101855890019</id><published>2007-07-13T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:59:52.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!  Just when you all most likely had given up on me.  I have returned!   We went up to Traverse City for the 4th of July and had a lovely time.  As usual we camped, which involved much dirt, filth and drama.  Dirt and filth... really no need to explain.  It comes with the camping territory.  Drama?   We shared 2 campsites with CN's family and his Aunt and Uncle's family.  Putting our head count in at  20.  Yes.  20 people on 2 sites.  That's where the drama came in.  It would take hours to go into details, so I'll be a kind blogger and spare you.  All in all the trip was great fun.  The orchards of trees were dripping with cherries.  The water was turquoise blue, and I had my 3 favorite people with me.  (CN, Mini and W)  Couldn't ask for anything more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-8759606101855890019?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/8759606101855890019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=8759606101855890019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8759606101855890019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8759606101855890019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-just-when-you-all-most-likely.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-7655094998730779259</id><published>2007-06-14T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T11:35:47.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One summer activity that I really like is gardening.  Normally each year I spend an obscene sum of money on annuals.  Last year I switched it up a bit, and  planted all perennials.  As a result, this year I didn't have to buy a single flower for the back yard, instead I spent the time I would have been planting, enjoying my garden.   Until... dundundun... a week ago.  (Cue scary music, and overly dramatic writing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few creatures that I believe would make the world a better place to live if they didn't exist.  Sharks and snakes.  And wolves!  Can't forget about wolves.  Even thinking about them makes me shiver in fear.  Same goes for sharks.  When boating up at the little lake near us, I always keep a sharp eye out for that notorious dorsal fin.  Because, who knows!  I could very well be the first human to be devoured by the very first fresh water shark known to man.  It could happen!!  OK, so I'm exaggerating a bit about the whole shark thing.  I know there are no sharks in &lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/papajim_48306/image/52473333"&gt;Lakeville.&lt;/a&gt;   The same goes for wolves.  There are none around here.  So, while thought of meeting up with a shark or wolf is not pleasant for me, I can rest easy.  But, the same can not be said for snakes.  Knowing that there are plenty of snakes where we live terrifies me, even though the majority of the are harmless.   Everything about them I find horrifying.  Whether they're 2 feet or 12.  Enough rambling, back to what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;used&lt;/span&gt; to be my garden of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was... minding my own business, getting ready to water my garden, when I saw him.  Laying  smack dab in the middle of my patio, surrounded by my garden.  Sent straight from the gates of hell; a 3 foot &lt;a href="http://www.gartersnakemorphs.com/img/trueblue.jpg"&gt;garter snake&lt;/a&gt;.   "Plants-are-OK!!  No needtowaterthemtonight!! Hahahaa!"  I hysterically shreaked to myself as I bounded up the stairs to the safety of my deck, twitching slightly.  I conveniently forgot to water them the next day too.  Two days later, I mustered my courage and watered them.  Thank you very much!  Yes.  I know I'm brave.   I figured he was just passing though, and had slithered back to hell, from whence he came.  I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago, there he was again.  I enlisted CN to catch him and release him into the meadow behind our house, but he couldn't catch him.  Fool!  Oh, Steve Irwin how I need you now!  Mini thinks the whole thing is thrilling, and has named him &lt;a href="http://media.monstersandcritics.com/articles/1227546/article_images/thecrownsitsnoteasilyonprincejohnshead.jpg"&gt;Sir Hiss&lt;/a&gt;.  (from Robin Hood)  So while she happily searches for her new friend, I fearfully skulk around what used to be my personal Garden of Eden.  Now destroyed by, surprise surprise... a snake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-7655094998730779259?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/7655094998730779259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=7655094998730779259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/7655094998730779259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/7655094998730779259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-summer-activity-that-i-really-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-6146805893937763711</id><published>2007-06-06T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T09:51:47.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This past weekend was our 6 year anniversary.  Holy guacamole!  Time has flown by.  CN's parents were sweet enough to take the kids Friday night and all day Saturday.   We were thinking of going away for the night, but figured we would save money by staying at home.  We ended up not doing anything too thrilling, but the fact that we were temporarily childless thrilled us completely.   Imagine.  Planning a nice dinner out, getting dressed ahead of time and upon restaurant arrival looking down at your outfit and realizing that it is still clean!  Yes!  No peanut butter sandwich crumbs on my shoulder.  No drool/boogers/who knows what carefully wiped on the legs of my pants.  Victory!  Yet again, imagine:  carrying only a clutch purse.  Not this massive &lt;a href="http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/09/dust-collecting-thursdays.html#links"&gt;thing&lt;/a&gt;, that is constantly stuffed with sippy cups, crackers and diapers.   All in all it was a wonderful break from everyday life, although by Saturday night I was ready to become a human napkin yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to make me feel old, here's  a picture from a photo booth from when had just started dating.  (I was 16, CN was 17.)  By the looks and quality of the picture, it was most likely taken sometime during the stone ages.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rma6613wXnI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BLqJEF-fpYk/s1600-h/chadnem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 191px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rma6613wXnI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BLqJEF-fpYk/s320/chadnem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072947550335557234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-6146805893937763711?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/6146805893937763711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=6146805893937763711' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/6146805893937763711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/6146805893937763711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-past-weekend-was-our-6-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rma6613wXnI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BLqJEF-fpYk/s72-c/chadnem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-2944404944623648384</id><published>2007-05-29T10:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T10:51:34.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh haair no...</title><content type='html'>People have asked me numerous times, "So, has Mini ever tried to cut her own hair?"  To which I would I would smugly respond, "Oh, no.  Never!  She's way to smart to ever do anything like that."  Well.  She proved me wrong.  She decide that she didn't like her bangs.  So, what better way to rid herself from them than cutting them off.  Oh, the logic of a 5 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rlw6gkQUL4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/ChLoK2eghCU/s1600-h/IMG_2652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rlw6gkQUL4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/ChLoK2eghCU/s320/IMG_2652.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069991611674668930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rlw6iEQUL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/3nshd61Q73I/s1600-h/IMG_2655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rlw6iEQUL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/3nshd61Q73I/s320/IMG_2655.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069991637444472722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-2944404944623648384?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/2944404944623648384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=2944404944623648384' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/2944404944623648384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/2944404944623648384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-haair-no.html' title='Oh haair no...'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rlw6gkQUL4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/ChLoK2eghCU/s72-c/IMG_2652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-4904216008726833887</id><published>2007-05-24T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T15:16:40.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Backyard bounty</title><content type='html'>Things in our yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RlXhr0QULzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DpWCCip9sIE/s1600-h/IMG_2623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RlXhr0QULzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DpWCCip9sIE/s320/IMG_2623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068205098553061170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see it?  Look closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RlXhskQUL0I/AAAAAAAAAHA/86pLKaYGDsU/s1600-h/IMG_2626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RlXhskQUL0I/AAAAAAAAAHA/86pLKaYGDsU/s320/IMG_2626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068205111437963074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baby rabbit.   Enough cuteness to make Mini have seizures of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RlXhtEQUL1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/jvXgxs1-qVE/s1600-h/IMG_2627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RlXhtEQUL1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/jvXgxs1-qVE/s320/IMG_2627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068205120027897682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morel Mushrooms.  And yes.  That is a &lt;a href="http://www.traderjoes.com/"&gt;Trader Joe's&lt;/a&gt; receipt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RlXhuUQUL2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/awY0VB0br0g/s1600-h/IMG_2631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RlXhuUQUL2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/awY0VB0br0g/s320/IMG_2631.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068205141502734178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to &lt;a href="http://www.culinarycafe.com/Vegetables/Fried_Morels.html"&gt;batter and fry&lt;/a&gt;.  Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RlXhu0QUL3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ynp8OjMcqgw/s1600-h/IMG_2513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RlXhu0QUL3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ynp8OjMcqgw/s320/IMG_2513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068205150092668786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly the most lethal of all the backyard occupants.  Weighing in at 23 and 41 lb. these savage creatures have been known to devour an entire banana in less than 30 seconds, avoid naps like the plague, and bring an entire room to shambles in record time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-4904216008726833887?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/4904216008726833887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=4904216008726833887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/4904216008726833887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/4904216008726833887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/05/backyard-bounty.html' title='Backyard bounty'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RlXhr0QULzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DpWCCip9sIE/s72-c/IMG_2623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-4881523584645465196</id><published>2007-05-21T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T19:53:25.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He walks!</title><content type='html'>Mini M. took her sweet time to learn how to walk.  She was a very cautious baby, and figured that if she couldn't do something perfectly immediately, it wasn't worth trying.  (She still is exactly like that now.)  Because she didn't start walking until 15 months, I figured that we'd have a while before W. attempted it.  I was wrong.  The past few days he has been kamikaze baby, launching himself from any place he happens to be standing.  Each day he gets better, but the poor fella has many a bump and bruise to show for his imitations of a little drunk old man trying to walk.  The thought momentarily crossed my mind that maybe I should get something like &lt;a href="http://www.onestepahead.com/product/osa/148756.html"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;   But... I'm not sure how I feel about my baby wearing an upside down mini sumo wrester's underpants.  Stylish... no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Q3RPbuGCAYo"&gt;Small man walking.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-4881523584645465196?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/4881523584645465196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=4881523584645465196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/4881523584645465196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/4881523584645465196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/05/he-walks.html' title='He walks!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-5190294965176990087</id><published>2007-05-14T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T17:15:42.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ug.  I know!  I have to stop slacking off on the whole posting thing.  We have been having such wonderful weather, that it's been hard to come inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RkjRBRMv1GI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Yy1a5nQwcu0/s1600-h/IMG_2546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RkjRBRMv1GI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Yy1a5nQwcu0/s320/IMG_2546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064527600705066082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RkjRBhMv1HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/v36e52VIs0E/s1600-h/IMG_2555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RkjRBhMv1HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/v36e52VIs0E/s320/IMG_2555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064527605000033394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RkjRCRMv1II/AAAAAAAAAGg/LPSsfd4b3bg/s1600-h/IMG_2540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RkjRCRMv1II/AAAAAAAAAGg/LPSsfd4b3bg/s320/IMG_2540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064527617884935298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RkjRChMv1JI/AAAAAAAAAGo/84WyEJm9pF8/s1600-h/IMG_2557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RkjRChMv1JI/AAAAAAAAAGo/84WyEJm9pF8/s320/IMG_2557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064527622179902610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RkjRDBMv1KI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WFsCARrg_KQ/s1600-h/IMG_2523-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RkjRDBMv1KI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WFsCARrg_KQ/s320/IMG_2523-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064527630769837218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-5190294965176990087?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/5190294965176990087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=5190294965176990087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/5190294965176990087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/5190294965176990087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/05/ug.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RkjRBRMv1GI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Yy1a5nQwcu0/s72-c/IMG_2546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-8691229279023153760</id><published>2007-04-30T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T09:55:07.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday.</title><content type='html'>The start of another week.  The weather has been beautiful and we have been taking full advantage of it.  This past weekend we caught up on lots of work, in and out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, CN and I went out on date where we squandered ridiculous amounts of money (under $5) on a romantic dinner from the Burger King drive though.  Nothing makes you feel more classy than sitting in your husband's Dodge Ram, sipping on a coke, and eating a whopper jr.  uh-huh!  Afterward our meal, we walked around the &lt;a href="http://www.villageofrochesterhills.com/"&gt;outdoor mall&lt;/a&gt;, then simultaneously began to feel slightly ill.  You know you're going to copy our idea next time you go out on a date... admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was another perfect day, so that afternoon we went to  a local farm and let the kids check out all the baby animals.  Going there always makes me laugh, because I remember the first time we took Mini M.  This was her reaction.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt; she had calmed down.  Not. Thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RjXtmBMv1BI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dlQYxe2LDnM/s1600-h/DSCN1596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 172px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RjXtmBMv1BI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dlQYxe2LDnM/s320/DSCN1596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059210993833333778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luckily the picture doesn't have sound, otherwise your eardrums would have been shattered by M's piercing shrieks.     Just look at that cow!  Without a doubt, it has nothing but murder in it's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, this visit was a lot less scream filled.  W. had the time of his life watching the chickens, while M. was making friends with all the baby goats.  Later that evening we had our weekly poker party, which is always a great time.  That was our weekend.  Nothing too thrilling, and that's exactly how I like it.  Now, tell me about yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RjXzhxMv1CI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Y_pl64eW_R0/s1600-h/IMG_2373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RjXzhxMv1CI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Y_pl64eW_R0/s320/IMG_2373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059217517888656418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RjXziRMv1DI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zezwHlU6vpE/s1600-h/IMG_2384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RjXziRMv1DI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zezwHlU6vpE/s320/IMG_2384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059217526478591026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RjXzixMv1EI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ky0lu3s0nUM/s1600-h/IMG_2389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RjXzixMv1EI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ky0lu3s0nUM/s320/IMG_2389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059217535068525634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RjXzjRMv1FI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KWj2gu1VDjc/s1600-h/IMG_2370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RjXzjRMv1FI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KWj2gu1VDjc/s320/IMG_2370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059217543658460242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-8691229279023153760?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/8691229279023153760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=8691229279023153760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8691229279023153760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8691229279023153760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/04/monday.html' title='Monday.'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RjXtmBMv1BI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dlQYxe2LDnM/s72-c/DSCN1596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-8502324758458919907</id><published>2007-04-26T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T12:59:04.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm to lazy to write  a real post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feast your eyes on the cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RjDaRhMv1AI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9H2jm-a6scg/s1600-h/IMG_2334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RjDaRhMv1AI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9H2jm-a6scg/s320/IMG_2334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057782376041534466" border="0" /&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/21708532-8502324758458919907?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/8502324758458919907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=8502324758458919907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8502324758458919907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8502324758458919907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-im-to-lazy-to-write-real-post.html' title='When I&apos;m to lazy to write  a real post.'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RjDaRhMv1AI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9H2jm-a6scg/s72-c/IMG_2334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-7740380325589144720</id><published>2007-04-26T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T12:48:04.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for you.</title><content type='html'>OK.  Here is my tried and true oatmeal honey bread recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1c           warm water&lt;br /&gt;2T          butter or margarine&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 T  honey&lt;br /&gt;1 t           salt&lt;br /&gt;2  1/4 c  bread flour&lt;br /&gt;1 c           whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c       quick oats&lt;br /&gt;1T            yeast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix water, yeast and honey.  Add remaining ingredients.  Kneed on counter until flour becomes incorporated.  Put dough back into bowl and cover with a hand towel.  Place in oven or microwave with a bowl of hot water on the lower shelf to keep it warm.  When dough has doubled in size, kneed again.  Divide dough into 2 medium bread pans or shape into 1 braided loaf.  Bake in 325 degree oven until crust is golden and the sounds hollow when you tap on it.  Optional:  usually about 10 minutes before the loaf is done, I'll beat an egg white with a little water in it.  Then I'll brush it on the loaf and sprinkle some oats on top of that.  This makes the bread's crust shiny, not to mention the fact that it looks nice.  Enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-7740380325589144720?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/7740380325589144720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=7740380325589144720' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/7740380325589144720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/7740380325589144720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-ones-for-you.html' title='This one&apos;s for you.'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-5362191868548357184</id><published>2007-04-22T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T11:34:43.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Burp Day!</title><content type='html'>Mini M is now 5!   I'm really having a hard time believing that she can be that old.  We had the normal backyard birthday party/cook out for her, and were lucky enough to have a perfect day.  Happy birthday my not-so-Mini M!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rit-XpDMl7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/4Gh5Q5GS29M/s1600-h/IMG_2279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rit-XpDMl7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/4Gh5Q5GS29M/s320/IMG_2279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056273951274866610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rit-YZDMl9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/6_jZmxU2NKM/s1600-h/IMG_2306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rit-YZDMl9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/6_jZmxU2NKM/s320/IMG_2306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056273964159768530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Here is my first attempt at trying to conquer fondant for her requested "present cake."   (Note... I said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attempt&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rit-YJDMl8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iCYoprz3R2Y/s1600-h/IMG_2302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rit-YJDMl8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iCYoprz3R2Y/s320/IMG_2302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056273959864801218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-5362191868548357184?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/5362191868548357184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=5362191868548357184' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/5362191868548357184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/5362191868548357184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-burp-day.html' title='Happy Burp Day!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rit-XpDMl7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/4Gh5Q5GS29M/s72-c/IMG_2279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-8385078668402189223</id><published>2007-04-15T16:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T12:56:35.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cue mouth watering... now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RiefMJDMl5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/RCebZD52tM4/s1600-h/IMG_2224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RiefMJDMl5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/RCebZD52tM4/s320/IMG_2224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055184137683244946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Look at this loaf of bread I made yesterday.  The point of this post is not to brag about the fact that I made it, or to show off my amazing culinary skills.  No.  The point is to flaunt the fact that I will have one extra jewel in my heavenly crown because, I gave this loaf away.  Instead of eating it myself.  Am I not a saint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RiefMpDMl6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/iUGcXKoB5BE/s1600-h/IMG_2227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RiefMpDMl6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/iUGcXKoB5BE/s320/IMG_2227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055184146273179554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RiKTR-RTULI/AAAAAAAAAEo/GsFy_V5nk0Q/s1600-h/IMG_2227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RiKTR-RTULI/AAAAAAAAAEo/GsFy_V5nk0Q/s320/IMG_2227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053763668845744306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-8385078668402189223?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/8385078668402189223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=8385078668402189223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8385078668402189223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8385078668402189223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/04/cue-mouth-watering-now_15.html' title='Cue mouth watering... now.'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RiefMJDMl5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/RCebZD52tM4/s72-c/IMG_2224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-4823744728394226443</id><published>2007-03-29T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T13:58:38.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearly over the hill.</title><content type='html'>OK... I guess I'm not quite over the hill yet.  Maybe just still trudging up it, with a child on each hip, a purse full of sippy cups, crackers, band aids and used Kleenexes.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; my purse the size of Texas would come in handy someday.   Hey, at least it's &lt;a href="http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/09/dust-collecting-thursdays.html#links"&gt;cute&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my birthday!  As a "grown up" birthdays are completely different from what they once were.  As a kid we would get to pick out what ever meal and cake we wanted for our birthday dinner, and we'd get all the presents we could have ever wanted.  The last few minutes before dinner who ever's birthday it was would be banished to their room, so the other siblings could decorate the kitchen with balloons and streamers.  Finally the birthday person would come out of their room and promptly have to sit on a balloon.  Don't ask.  Our family has strange traditions.  (Although I actually think I might have started that one.  Thankyouverymuch.)  Birthdays now, I'm not necessarily treated like royalty.  I still have to make breakfast, lunch and dinner.  Poopy diapers?? Yup.  Still have to change them.  Even though I don't have someone to make me dinner, or decorate the kitchen with streamers, I'm still reminded that I'm important.  By my family who calls or emails me.  By my sisters who always send me presents in the mail, or by CN who has the chef of one of my &lt;a href="http://www.mitchellsfishmarket.com/"&gt;favorite restaurants&lt;/a&gt; make me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entire&lt;/span&gt; carrot cake.  (hello! love handles!)  Or, Mini M wrapping up my own necklace and giving to me as a "present."  Or, Sir W giving me an extra snotty nose to wipe... OK.. now I'm pushing it...  Anyway, what I really mean to say is that I really do love my birthdays as a "grown up."  Now, I'm excited to give my kids a chance to make their own fun birthday memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RgvVxKUkSVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mihy7LFWfjw/s1600-h/IMG_2062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RgvVxKUkSVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mihy7LFWfjw/s320/IMG_2062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047362847959697746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-4823744728394226443?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/4823744728394226443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=4823744728394226443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/4823744728394226443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/4823744728394226443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/03/nearly-over-hill.html' title='Nearly over the hill.'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RgvVxKUkSVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mihy7LFWfjw/s72-c/IMG_2062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-280536906997711640</id><published>2007-03-12T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T14:07:35.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When spit flies and buggers attack.</title><content type='html'>Where else would you ever find a post title like that, other than a mommy blog?  Hmm... I suppose you could find it somewhere, except the thought of what the actual post would contain scares me a bit.  Now.  Back to buggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W. is finally better from his cold, except for a stubborn runny nose.  He finally decided that there might be more to life than sitting in one place or screeching while flailing about on one's tummy.  Sir W. can now crawl!  Yes, I know he was a bit slow on the whole crawling thing, but do cut him some slack.   It's not easy to move about with such deliciously rolley thighs.  He hasn't completely gotten the hang of it yet, he's still quite jerky with his movements.  At the moment he looks a bit like a wind-up baby.  His signature move would be the basic crawl/inchworm/army crawl... very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini M. is doing well.  A few days ago she figured she could fly and launched herself off the stairs, ending up with a twisted ankle.  While she's not in too much pain, she loves to play it up with a pronounced limp, and quiet moans of pain.  Our little drama queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RfWWuJas24I/AAAAAAAAAEM/JQoWDxAhnGc/s1600-h/IMG_1871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RfWWuJas24I/AAAAAAAAAEM/JQoWDxAhnGc/s320/IMG_1871.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041101077457197954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-280536906997711640?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/280536906997711640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=280536906997711640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/280536906997711640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/280536906997711640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-spit-flies-and-buggers-attack.html' title='When spit flies and buggers attack.'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RfWWuJas24I/AAAAAAAAAEM/JQoWDxAhnGc/s72-c/IMG_1871.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-1684481739393388193</id><published>2007-03-09T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T19:23:50.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sleep-  How I long for thee.  Sir W. has a cold &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; is teething.  So, as you already guessed we are having the time of our lives here at Nighty-ville.  The poor little man is fine during the day, but night is not a happy time for any of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                                                                Before the days of teething&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RfHBmJas21I/AAAAAAAAAD0/z79jSG5L_LE/s1600-h/IMG_2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RfHBmJas21I/AAAAAAAAAD0/z79jSG5L_LE/s320/IMG_2002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040022319111396178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teething full throttle. Oh joy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RfHBmZas22I/AAAAAAAAAD8/F2YilOLAzqY/s1600-h/IMG_2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RfHBmZas22I/AAAAAAAAAD8/F2YilOLAzqY/s320/IMG_2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040022323406363490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-1684481739393388193?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/1684481739393388193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=1684481739393388193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/1684481739393388193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/1684481739393388193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/03/sleep-how-i-long-for-thee.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RfHBmJas21I/AAAAAAAAAD0/z79jSG5L_LE/s72-c/IMG_2002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-4974031575346301391</id><published>2007-03-09T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T15:07:58.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you already know, I really enjoy baking.  Not sure which I love more: the process of baking, or the eating of it... I suppose it's pretty close, with the scales tipping a wee bit more to the eating side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an early birthday present my &lt;a href="http://www.saltandpaper.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt; got me this cook book called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Baking-Illustrated-Best-Recipe-Classic/dp/0936184752/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-2542374-9088800?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;amp;qid=1173469361&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Baking Illustrated&lt;/a&gt;.  I think I'm in love.  I have yet to bake anything, because there are just to many recipes to choose from.   Although, I think my first attempt will be some homemade croissants.  The past few days I've been just sitting down and reading it like a normal book, because along with all the wonderful recipes are tips upon tips for better baking.  I'm starting to feel so smart!  There's even troubleshooting to tell you what you did wrong if a certain recipe doesn't turn out... ahem... not like I'd ever need it...  It's like a baking owner's manual.  Buy it 'foo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-4974031575346301391?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/4974031575346301391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=4974031575346301391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/4974031575346301391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/4974031575346301391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/03/as-you-already-know-i-really-enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-4986853109886027802</id><published>2007-02-18T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T13:49:18.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafty, aint I?</title><content type='html'>Mini is at this strange age where it is really hard to keep her occupied with something for longer than a couple minutes.   She is a very social person, and has a hard time keeping herself entertained unless she has someone to play with her.  So, lately I've been desperately trying to find something for her to play with on her own.   I was trying to think about what I really liked when I was her age, and one of the things I remember playing with were felt cutouts that my mom had made for us.  They would stick to the couch, which was quite thrilling.  I don't remember many of them, but I do remember a black horse and an apple tree.  So, as a "shout out" to my childhood I made some for Mini.  I started out making a horse, 3 girls and a few outfits for her to dress them up in.  I wasn't really sure what I was doing, and bought some cheap felt from &lt;a href="http://www.michaels.com/art/online/home"&gt;Michaels.&lt;/a&gt;  It turns out the cheap kind worked out fine for the clothes but not for the dolls.  It was too thin and I had a hard time drawing details on them because it was so fuzzy.  So... here is my first attempt.  I think I'll end up redoing the dolls eventually with better felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RdiewqGgBBI/AAAAAAAAADE/oPq4MdrR4_Q/s1600-h/IMG_1954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RdiewqGgBBI/AAAAAAAAADE/oPq4MdrR4_Q/s320/IMG_1954.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032947142358991890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also made some outfits to dress them up in.  (I happen to like the little red baby doll dress the best.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RdiexKGgBCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Z1xTgZgg0dM/s1600-h/IMG_1959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RdiexKGgBCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Z1xTgZgg0dM/s320/IMG_1959.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032947150948926498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my attempt at a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RdiexaGgBDI/AAAAAAAAADU/KR5g3QMNkUY/s1600-h/IMG_1955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RdiexaGgBDI/AAAAAAAAADU/KR5g3QMNkUY/s320/IMG_1955.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032947155243893810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a dog drawn by the one and only M.  We call it Chewy, seeing that it has a sort of &lt;a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B000IEP6BG.01-ABO0A8QXGGS3K._SS400_SCLZZZZZZZ_V45955058_.jpg"&gt;wookie&lt;/a&gt; look about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rdiex6GgBEI/AAAAAAAAADc/QVoBIGNYVqc/s1600-h/IMG_1961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rdiex6GgBEI/AAAAAAAAADc/QVoBIGNYVqc/s320/IMG_1961.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032947163833828418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-4986853109886027802?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/4986853109886027802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=4986853109886027802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/4986853109886027802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/4986853109886027802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/02/crafty-aint-i.html' title='Crafty, aint I?'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RdiewqGgBBI/AAAAAAAAADE/oPq4MdrR4_Q/s72-c/IMG_1954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-1053639489216530697</id><published>2007-02-11T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T15:54:28.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sitting at the table eating lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini- Mom.  Green is my new favorite color.&lt;br /&gt;Me- (completely shocked)  Really!??  I though you liked pink.&lt;br /&gt;Mini-  (shaking her head seriously)  Oh no.  Now I like green, 'cause before I was just too                              uh-sessed with pink.  But not any more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition:  Uh-sessed.  In English:  Obsessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-1053639489216530697?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/1053639489216530697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=1053639489216530697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/1053639489216530697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/1053639489216530697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/02/sitting-at-table-eating-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-6575196800010884732</id><published>2007-02-08T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T13:51:29.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been too long.</title><content type='html'>When I was a small beastling I love to bake.  Bread especially, and I was actually quite good at it.  I would go door to door in our neighborhood taking bread orders from all the nice retired people that lived near us.  (We lived in Fl. on a golf course.)   Since I've had M. and W. I've had a lot less time to bake bread, seeing that the whole process takes 3 or 4 hours.  It had been way to long, but yesterday I made a lovely loaf of braided oatmeal honey bread.  I have to say, there is nothing quite like a steaming hot piece of fresh bread dripping in butter.  I know... I shouldn't have admitted the whole butter thing, but screw it!  I love butter!  Needless to say we already ate the whole loaf.  Maybe it's good that I don't bake as much as I'd like, otherwise we at the Nighty household would be considerably rollier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-6575196800010884732?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/6575196800010884732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=6575196800010884732' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/6575196800010884732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/6575196800010884732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/02/been-too-long.html' title='Been too long.'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-292275766265068819</id><published>2007-02-05T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T10:00:22.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now, I am not an angry person.  At all.  If you know me well, you'll know that I don't have a volatile temper, or get get my kicks by being mean to other people.   But... there are two things that just rub me the wrong way:  When people tell me how to parent, or when people tell me how to treat my belongings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose our dog Bo would fall under both of those categories.  We have an invisible fence in our yard, that stopped working a couple months ago.  (We had some landscaping done and the guys snapped the wire.)  Bo is a sweet calm dog, and even though he knew that he couple "escape" he would never go farther than the couple empty acres behind our house, that is until we had new neighbors move in next door.  They also have a lab and the two dogs became friends.  After a couple weeks, the two of them started running away together.  Every time this happened our neighbor would tell us that we needed to lock up our dog because "he was an instigator and had a dominant personality, and was luring their dog away from home."  So, we tried to be good neighbors and called to have our fence repaired, sucked it up and paid the ridiculous $300, hoping that would fix the problem. Unfortunately, our neighbors felt like they didn't need to restrain their dog, and continued to let him come over to our house whenever he wanted, and Bo would, like any other dog, jump through the invisible fence to go hang out with his friend.  (Is it just me, or would seem more fair if the people would do something to keep their dog on their property?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately we have been having some nasty cold weather, so I've been keeping Bo inside pretty much all day.   The other night as I was bundling up the kids and getting them out to car, Bo slipped past me and I didn't even think twice about it.  Apparently he was in desperate need of a "run."  An hour later I got a call from our neighbor telling us that Bo had been at their house all night, and that if we keep letting him out he's not going to know which house he lives at.  How was I supposed to respond to that?  Am I supposed to never let him outside?  We've had him for 4 years...  he's not confused at all.  Anyway, enough of the grumpy neighbors rant... feels better to get it our of my system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-292275766265068819?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/292275766265068819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=292275766265068819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/292275766265068819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/292275766265068819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/02/now-i-am-not-angry-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-4931899764040222376</id><published>2007-01-30T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:48:40.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't mean to brag, but... Mini M. Figured out the beginging of this song from the movie Prince of Egypt all by herself.   No help from anyone!  OK.  I guess I am bragging, but I'm allowed to... right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nAHSPoO26wU"&gt;Mini playing the piano.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-4931899764040222376?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/4931899764040222376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=4931899764040222376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/4931899764040222376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/4931899764040222376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-mean-to-brag-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-4300544651108143988</id><published>2007-01-30T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T15:57:57.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shower of dreams</title><content type='html'>I promised pictures of the new shower, so here they are.  The &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wretched&lt;/span&gt; memories of all the hard work and fingernails sacrificed to this project are slowly fading, although I'm still a bit sensitive about certain words.  If you happen to be talking to me please don't bring up the "G" or "W" words.  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grout and &lt;a href="http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/01/wallpaper.html"&gt;wallpaper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) I might pounce and start attacking you.   If it happens, don't say I didn't warn you...  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind these pictures don't do it justice at all.   I just figured out it's hard to take pictures of a shower.  Di&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sregard&lt;/span&gt; the brain curdling yellow on the walls in the third picture.  The paint was mixed wrong, so... sigh... I have to repaint.  Also, you might not be able to tell, but it has one regular head, 4 body sprayers and a ceiling rain head.   If you want to come over and take a shower, just let me know and I'll add you to the waiting list we having going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rb-waOxBf-I/AAAAAAAAACw/_ywABpwepBk/s1600-h/IMG_1864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rb-waOxBf-I/AAAAAAAAACw/_ywABpwepBk/s320/IMG_1864.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025929673855565794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rb-wZuxBf9I/AAAAAAAAACo/ZNON5nAM66Y/s1600-h/IMG_1862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rb-wZuxBf9I/AAAAAAAAACo/ZNON5nAM66Y/s320/IMG_1862.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025929665265631186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rb-wZOxBf8I/AAAAAAAAACg/zqqDXuRmpZE/s1600-h/IMG_1866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rb-wZOxBf8I/AAAAAAAAACg/zqqDXuRmpZE/s320/IMG_1866.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025929656675696578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-4300544651108143988?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/4300544651108143988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=4300544651108143988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/4300544651108143988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/4300544651108143988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/01/shower-of-dreams.html' title='Shower of dreams'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rb-waOxBf-I/AAAAAAAAACw/_ywABpwepBk/s72-c/IMG_1864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-3314672216554450421</id><published>2007-01-30T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T15:31:45.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snow storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't you just love winter???  (If you don't know me all that well, I'll let you in on a little secret... I'm being sarcastic.)  As much as I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; looking forward to spring, I have to admit the snow sure is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rb-q9uxBf3I/AAAAAAAAABk/UyjpSPCe8lM/s1600-h/IMG_1824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rb-q9uxBf3I/AAAAAAAAABk/UyjpSPCe8lM/s320/IMG_1824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025923686671155058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rb-q9-xBf4I/AAAAAAAAABs/U-l9Oo4AIss/s1600-h/IMG_1829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rb-q9-xBf4I/AAAAAAAAABs/U-l9Oo4AIss/s320/IMG_1829.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025923690966122370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-3314672216554450421?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/3314672216554450421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=3314672216554450421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/3314672216554450421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/3314672216554450421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/01/snow-storm.html' title='snow storm'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/Rb-q9uxBf3I/AAAAAAAAABk/UyjpSPCe8lM/s72-c/IMG_1824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-5235243924656480526</id><published>2007-01-11T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T22:54:33.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallpaper....</title><content type='html'>...an invention straight from the devil's bowels.   No.  I'm really not joking.   Who ever invented wallpaper should be eternally punished.  Sure, at times it can look slightly nice... but the majority of the time it looks like &lt;a href="http://www.wallpaperwholesaler.com/Shoppingcart/image_product.asp?image=/8/3579/13632067.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.wallpaperwholesaler.com/Shoppingcart/image_product.asp?image=/110/2332/R47689B.jpg"&gt;this!&lt;/a&gt;  As if punishing your eyes wasn't enough, it puts up a darn good fight if one tries to remove it.   Yesterday I spent from 11am to 8pm in a desperate attempt to free my bathroom wall of the wretched stuff.   As I was scraping it off the wall in 1 inch pieces, I came to the conclusion that removing wallpaper is a bit like childbirth.  A year or so after the "blessed" event, you look back and think to yourself, "hmm... that was horrible."  But for some reason your brain has blocked out the details as to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; it was so horrible.  (Which is probably a good thing childbirth-wise, or less people would be having more then one child.)  The same thing goes for wallpaper removal.  I am hoping my intense hatred of it diminishes over the next little while.  Although I have none left in my house now, I'm sure in the houses to come I will have to face it again.  Hopefully by then I will have forgotten about my aching muscles, ripped up fingernails, and my raw fingertips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-5235243924656480526?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/5235243924656480526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=5235243924656480526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/5235243924656480526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/5235243924656480526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/01/wallpaper.html' title='Wallpaper....'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-7615246251469578662</id><published>2007-01-04T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T16:22:38.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness for the shower obsessed</title><content type='html'>As many of you already know &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CN&lt;/span&gt; does &lt;a href="http://nightingaleconstruction.com/"&gt;construction&lt;/a&gt; for a living, which means I have someone to work on the house.   (which is much easier said than done)  Our house is usually his last priority. .. but on the rare &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt; that he actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wants&lt;/span&gt; to work on things, I know better than to object.  So, at the moment our laundry room and bathroom are under construction.  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for the laundry room... it will be nice to have a nicely organized room, but come on- it's laundry.  Really not that thrilling.  But our bathroom... that's a different story.  The only term to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;describe&lt;/span&gt; it would be delicious.  We are doing a natural slate on the floor and doubling the shower size.  As if that wasn't enough, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CN&lt;/span&gt; is putting in 1 shower head an overhead rain head and 4 body sprayers.  I know- I'm spoiled, and insanely excited.  So, if I never end up posting again here on &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ITINACOC&lt;/span&gt; do not fear, it's just that I have decided to live in my shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-7615246251469578662?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/7615246251469578662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=7615246251469578662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/7615246251469578662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/7615246251469578662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/01/happiness-for-shower-obsessed.html' title='happiness for the shower obsessed'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-8680420609373100089</id><published>2007-01-04T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T16:28:58.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RZ1xUDuSrbI/AAAAAAAAABI/yMq40q9pcKA/s1600-h/IMG_1622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RZ1xUDuSrbI/AAAAAAAAABI/yMq40q9pcKA/s320/IMG_1622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016290149371391410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What?  What's everyone laughing at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-8680420609373100089?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/8680420609373100089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=8680420609373100089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8680420609373100089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/8680420609373100089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-whats-everyone-laughing-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RZ1xUDuSrbI/AAAAAAAAABI/yMq40q9pcKA/s72-c/IMG_1622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-6799674701481893071</id><published>2006-12-29T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T19:31:11.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winding down...</title><content type='html'>Things are finally settling down from Christmas.  We had my Mom, Dad, sister and 3 brothers here for a little over a week.   I was a bit worried that it would be to stressful and busy to really enjoy the holiday, but it ended up being lovely.   Mini and W. had a grand '&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; time.  M, opening her many presents and W. eating the wrapping paper... what more could a man ask for?  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CN&lt;/span&gt; spoiled me with a new watch and a &lt;a href="http://www.ulta.com/control/product/%7Eproduct_id=2135946"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;smashbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; makeup kit.  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yumm&lt;/span&gt;... nothing I love more than makeup.  I have to admit though, in all the "hectic-&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;" we really didn't watch a single &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; movie.  Horrible isn't it?  So, in an attempt to make myself feel better I watched &lt;a href="http://www.loveactually.com/"&gt;Love Actually&lt;/a&gt; yesterday.  Things are right in the world now.  So, all in all we had a wonderful holiday, full of too much sugar, coffee and not a enough sleep.   Hope you had a merry &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RZVFwTuSrYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/z3aH9z3bpv4/s1600-h/IMG_1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RZVFwTuSrYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/z3aH9z3bpv4/s320/IMG_1600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013990456377388418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RZVDzTuSrWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bQYNV3Namqg/s1600-h/IMG_1608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RZVDzTuSrWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bQYNV3Namqg/s320/IMG_1608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013988308893740386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RZVHTjuSraI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eVGVLO6ZlCk/s1600-h/IMG_1625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RZVHTjuSraI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eVGVLO6ZlCk/s320/IMG_1625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013992161479404962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-6799674701481893071?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/6799674701481893071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=6799674701481893071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/6799674701481893071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/6799674701481893071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/12/winding-down.html' title='Winding down...'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_97iKahnHqDU/RZVFwTuSrYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/z3aH9z3bpv4/s72-c/IMG_1600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-116662755901720506</id><published>2006-12-20T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T10:12:39.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;something's funny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/f58jLwMAIRg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/f58jLwMAIRg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who knew a broken party horn could be so funny...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-116662755901720506?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/116662755901720506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=116662755901720506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/116662755901720506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/116662755901720506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/12/somethings-funny-who-knew-broken-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-116378239641214515</id><published>2006-11-17T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T11:53:30.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes.</title><content type='html'>I was looking at the calendar and realized that it's less than a week until T.Givin.  Unbelievable.  The past few weeks have just flown by.  This time last year we were getting ready to head to New York City to visit my sisters.  I had just started my second trimester with W. and looking back at the pictures Mini seemed so little.  It's so strange to think that last year there was no Sir W.  He's only 6 months old, but it seems like he's been around forever, a perfect fit for our fam.  This time last year, we had no clue if he was a boy, or a girl, what he'd look like or how he would act.  Last year Mini M was just a small little person tagging along behind us.  Not anymore, now she is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;M.&lt;/span&gt; princess of the Nighty household, ruler of her small pink domain.  Isn't it amazing how much your life can change in only a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/1600/Picture%20053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/Picture%20053.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/1600/Picture%20061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/Picture%20061.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/1600/Picture%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/Picture%20040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-116378239641214515?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/116378239641214515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=116378239641214515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/116378239641214515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/116378239641214515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/11/yikes.html' title='Yikes.'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-116221463813307019</id><published>2006-10-30T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T08:23:58.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;King of Bongos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/2Uai0IudfUs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/2Uai0IudfUs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been slacking off on the whole blogging department.  To appease you... W. playing the bongos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-116221463813307019?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/116221463813307019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=116221463813307019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/116221463813307019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/116221463813307019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/10/king-of-bongos-ive-been-slacking-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-116076513240485235</id><published>2006-10-13T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T14:45:32.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They call me...</title><content type='html'>a hunting widow.  I used to feel bad for those wives who hubs were crazy hunters and were left alone for weekends during bow season...  Now I'm one of them.  Nooooo!  Anyway, C.N. is gone for the second weekend this month, and I'm trying to think of things to do...by myself...alone.  Oh wait!  I almost forgot!  I'm not alone.  I have a insane 4 year old who barely stops talking to breathe and a teething 5 month old, with a cold.  Talk about a relaxing weekend.  C.N. called me on his way up and said "Make sure you find time to relax, OK?"  My response was a snorting sort of chuckle.  Oh yes... maybe I'll make some time to go shopping, get a coffee and get my nails done this weekend.  (Can you sense my sarcasm?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they need to make a Day Spa Season.  All the wives will leave for a few weekends during it, making the hubs spa widowers.  How 'bout that!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-116076513240485235?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/116076513240485235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=116076513240485235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/116076513240485235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/116076513240485235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/10/they-call-me.html' title='They call me...'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-116058548376552483</id><published>2006-10-11T12:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:52:13.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>products that none can resist</title><content type='html'>I love products.  For hair, makeup, nails... you name it, I love it.  If only I had more money to support my "habit".  Well, I found something that you don't need money for!  Check out this &lt;a href="https://www.mariobadescu.com/default.asp"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.  Mario Badescu has some great skin care products that I think aren't that unreasonably priced.  Anyway, back to money, or lack thereof.  Click on the "consulting" link and fill out a questionnaire about your skin type and in a week or so you'll receive a bunch of samples in the mail.  Can't beat that!  They sent me 7 good sized samples specifically for my skin, that I have used every day for the past week.  Hurray for free things!  Sample it up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-116058548376552483?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/116058548376552483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=116058548376552483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/116058548376552483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/116058548376552483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/10/products-that-none-can-resist.html' title='products that none can resist'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-115940086033729665</id><published>2006-09-27T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T19:47:40.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>reminder</title><content type='html'>Remember our the whole &lt;a href="http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/08/extreme-dork-makeover.html"&gt;Extreme Home Makeover story&lt;/a&gt;??  Well, if you can manage to watch Ty for more 3 minutes without being driven insane, tune in.  Our friend's episode airs this Sunday (Oct 1st) at 8pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-115940086033729665?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/115940086033729665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=115940086033729665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115940086033729665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115940086033729665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/09/reminder.html' title='reminder'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-115937422728021994</id><published>2006-09-27T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T12:27:21.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yummm.</title><content type='html'>I remember when I was little, making special "treats" for my Dad with leftovers from whatever my Mom was making. Looking back at it I feel bad for him, having to choke down a charred lump of whatever I happend to "bake" that day, with a pained smile plastered on his face.  Well... now it's CN's turn.  I'm my opinion you're not a true father until you've encountered something like... this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/1600/IMG_1331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/IMG_1331.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-115937422728021994?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/115937422728021994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=115937422728021994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115937422728021994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115937422728021994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/09/yummm.html' title='yummm.'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-115927638967889947</id><published>2006-09-26T09:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T09:13:09.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>small people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/1600/IMG_1299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/IMG_1299.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-115927638967889947?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/115927638967889947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=115927638967889947' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115927638967889947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115927638967889947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/09/small-people.html' title='small people'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-115920787203868539</id><published>2006-09-25T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T23:01:47.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hair ripping monday</title><content type='html'>The other day we played a fun game- called quiet time.  The objective?  Mini M going and reading on her bed for 20 minutes in hopes to avoid a "mom meltdown."  Guess who won?  Me.  That's right internet, I sat at the kitchen table in absolute silence, drank a coffee and did a crossword puzzle.  Yes... a crossword puzzle, like an old lady.  Only this one was in the back of some celebrity gossip magazine, with questions like...  -20 across: First name of 80lb celebrity(?) whose sunglasses are bigger than her head.  Easy one: Nicole!  &lt;br /&gt;-51 down:  This singer/celebri-"PEA" recently broke the world record for botox and collagen injections.  Ooo-oo! I know! Fergie! I rock.&lt;br /&gt;OK, I made up those questions, but you get my drift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lately I've been feeling a bit overwhelmed with life 'n all and have been needing those rare few minutes of quiet.  M. is a sweet little person, but at times I feel like I'm dealing with a 14 year old instead of someone who's 4.  For the most part she is thoughtful and loving but sometimes after a day full of "Why do we have to go there?  It's not fun.  I don't wanna make my bed... I don't like school...Can I have guuuummmm?  Why NOOOT??  You never let me have gum... now I'll NEVER have gum ever!"  (I'm quoting her word for word) I feel like ripping out my hair.  Then she'll  look at me and say, "I'm tring to be good, but it's just sooo hard."  How can you stay mad?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a lot when I'm dealing with a mini teenager plus a baby, not much sleep, bills, trying to do school, keeping up with the house, groceries, meal planning, laundry, trying to get to the gym 3 times a week, getting the garbage out- bringing it back in, yard work, cleaning the kids, trying to feel attractive, and appreciated-just to name a couple.  Let's delve more into the who appreciation thing:  What makes the things listed above even harder is when it feel like no one even notices sometimes.  Bloop!  Baby's diapers just got changed.  Bloop!  New deodorant for CN, or a drawer full of clean socks, or a vacuumed floor, or empty garbage can... things that need to be done, but aren't important enough to be noticed.  Somedays I have a hard time feeling motivated because there's so much.  Like today, for example.  I have a list of about 20 things that I need to get to, but here I am on the 'puter instead.  Bless you oh internet for giving me an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the main point of this excessively long post is that I need to get my butt into gear and get what I need to done.  Then I need to take a break, alone.  Soo... here I go... wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-115920787203868539?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/115920787203868539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=115920787203868539' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115920787203868539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115920787203868539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/09/hair-ripping-monday.html' title='hair ripping monday'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-115878619974365251</id><published>2006-09-20T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T17:05:08.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy the green... its days are numbered...</title><content type='html'>A afternoon at Stoney Creek Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/640/IMG_1315.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/IMG_1315.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/640/IMG_1327.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/IMG_1327.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/640/IMG_1321.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/IMG_1321.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-115878619974365251?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/115878619974365251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=115878619974365251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115878619974365251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115878619974365251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/09/enjoy-green-its-days-are-numbered.html' title='Enjoy the green... its days are numbered...'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-115826439444077859</id><published>2006-09-14T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T16:24:31.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dust collecting thursdays</title><content type='html'>...dust collecting thursdays, in which I give you the slightest glimpse into my home... Things lurking in the corners and collecting dust this week, because I know how much you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/1600/IMG_1260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/IMG_1260.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/1600/IMG_1258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/IMG_1258.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently started selling Southern Living, and just got my starter kit.  The second picture is about a third of the items that came in the kit.  SO much fun.  Here's my &lt;a href="http://www02.southernlivingathome.com/wbslah/websites/ps192165/index.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; if you want to see more products or want to host a party...(hint, hint)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/1600/IMG_1264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/IMG_1264.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super-cute purse... large enough to hold all kinds of baby paraphernalia, goes with brown and black, and was $16.95 at Gap.  (Ah...Gap, how do I love thee, let me count the ways...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/1600/IMG_1266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/IMG_1266.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butternut squash, minding it's own business, unaware of it's impending fate:  being pureed into baby food for W. and being force fed to Mini M.  Reminds me a bit of Miss Squishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/1600/Picture%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/Picture%20067.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our trip to New York last Thanksgiving Mini forgot her baby doll, we figured Miss Squishy (was that the name?) would do as a replacement...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-115826439444077859?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/115826439444077859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=115826439444077859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115826439444077859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115826439444077859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/09/dust-collecting-thursdays.html' title='dust collecting thursdays'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-115817582524449001</id><published>2006-09-13T14:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T15:30:25.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Owwww...  (must be said in whiney voice)</title><content type='html'>I had to go to the dentist yesterday... that should explain everything.  Fine, I know you're anxious to hear details, who wouldn't be??  After 4 days of pain I finally went.  I had what is called &lt;a href="https://www.drbunn.com/3rds.htm"&gt;Pericoronitis,&lt;/a&gt; and holy molie did it hurt.  My dentist was great, but even the best dentists don't make "dental activities" fun.  I had my first needle in the mouth, and was not to thrilled about it.  I've never had a filling, thankyouverymuch. After about 14 shots to my mouth (luckily the first one only hurt) I was sufficiently numb.  He then proceeded to cut off the extra gum tissue with a laser, just like &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/videos/snl_1445_lasercats.shtml"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;. OK, maybe not quite, but close!  As of right now I'm still in plenty of pain due to the fact that I'm breastfeeding W., and can't take anything more thrilling than Motrin.  Owwwww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-115817582524449001?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/115817582524449001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=115817582524449001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115817582524449001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115817582524449001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/09/owwww-must-be-said-in-whiney-voice_13.html' title='Owwww...  (must be said in whiney voice)'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-115754783202445700</id><published>2006-09-06T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T10:59:36.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses, excuses.</title><content type='html'>Ok, been slacking off in the blog department... but I have reasons!!  They may not be very good, but they're still reasons.  As some of you know, this year I'm going to be doing kindergarten at home with Mini.  I've been busy trying to get everything together school-wise, and been making a schedule we can stick with.  I'm holding off on the calculus until next year, and this year, mainly focusing on reading.  Reading and lots of art, music, and "science" experiments. Experiments like, let's see what will happen if we sit in our bed and read for 30 minutes without talking.  The hypothesis being: Mom in a better mood.  I've also tried to schedule as many "outings" as possible, because Mini is like me, she can't stand always being at home.  We have a gym class at the YMCA, story time and mom's group that we'll be going to every week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other, more thrilling news, last night we ventured into the land of a certain &lt;a href="http://www.chuckecheese.com/"&gt;Charles E. Cheese.&lt;/a&gt;  We had promised Mini ages ago that next time Uncle C. (who happens to only be 2 years older than M.) spent the night we would take them.  By the time we finally made it out the door to leave, both kids were twitching with excitement. C.N. and I were twitching also, thanks to the hyperactive, arguing 6 and 4 year olds, a screaching 4 month old and lack of caffine.  Seeing their reactions made the whole thing much more manageable.  Sir W. was thrilled also, but showed his amusement by way of his diaper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-115754783202445700?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/115754783202445700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=115754783202445700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115754783202445700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115754783202445700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/09/excuses-excuses.html' title='Excuses, excuses.'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-115724286356732104</id><published>2006-09-02T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T20:21:03.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;OK Go...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/pv5zWaTEVkI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/pv5zWaTEVkI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can't even jog on the treadmill at the gym without concentrating intensely on not tripping. Hats off to you OK Go... Hats off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-115724286356732104?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/115724286356732104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=115724286356732104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115724286356732104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115724286356732104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/09/ok-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-115686044490213657</id><published>2006-08-29T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T10:09:06.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in which I rejoice... and my wallet weeps.</title><content type='html'>I remember back, back in the old days... before Sir W. existed...  Mini and I made a good errand running team.  She could buckle and unbuckle herself into her car seat and was happy to tag along with me anywhere.  We could run into a store and out again in no time at all.  Since W. came along things have become more complicated.  Complicated meaning, I have to lug around his car seat everywhere.  I've estimated that W. with his seat weigh in around 25/26 lbs.  It really doesn't sound like much, but due to the awkward size and the fact that you mostly hold it with one hand, it makes for quite a workout.  So, as a result just "running" in somewhere has become a big deal... until a few days ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cue Hallelujah Chorus) We now have a drive through Starbucks near our house!  Before, hopping into get a coffee was way to big of a deal, but not anymore.  What is this world coming to??  Drive through coffee?  I love it!  (Speaking of which... I really need a cup...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-115686044490213657?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/115686044490213657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=115686044490213657' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115686044490213657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115686044490213657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-in-which-i-rejoice-and-my-wallet.html' title='A day in which I rejoice... and my wallet weeps.'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-115644288231627146</id><published>2006-08-24T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T14:21:42.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dust collecting thursdays</title><content type='html'>...A new weekly addition to my blog in which I give you the slightest glimpse into my home... Things that are lurking in the corners and collecting dust this week, because I  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; how much you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/1600/IMG_1071.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/IMG_1071.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A painting of Mini M's of a dragon.  Very dark and mysterious, until &lt;a href="http://mywebpages.comcast.net/Steph1/"&gt;Ef&lt;/a&gt; pointed out that it looks like he's playing a recorder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/1600/IMG_1254.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/IMG_1254.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the devil made me buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/1600/IMG_1252.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/IMG_1252.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly collecting dust, but he is collecting something in his diapers at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-115644288231627146?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/115644288231627146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=115644288231627146' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115644288231627146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115644288231627146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/08/dust-collecting-thursdays.html' title='dust collecting thursdays'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-115618193248397611</id><published>2006-08-21T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:49:01.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home from vacation, and in need of another.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever got back from vacation and thought to yourself, "Self... I need another vacation after that vacation, something preferably involving a day spa and mimosas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our trip camping for 2 days at Higgins Lake. Then we drove to Traverse City, spent 2 days there, then shot over to Sleeping Bear Dunes. Then from there headed down the west coast of MI though little towns with funny names like, Empire, Honor and Onekama, ending up in Grand Haven where we spent our last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home last wednesday and I am still recovering. Don't get me wrong, parts of it was absolutely wonderful, everything I had hoped it would be... Boating. Walks on the beach watching the sunset. Ice cream, more ice cream, coffee and a liiiitle bit more ice cream. Poking around in little shops in quaint downtowns like Traverse City and Grand Haven. Standing 100 yards out into the water only up to your ankles... watching the sand slowly cover up your feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... there were things that made out trip, a bit more interesting. For example: Sick children. The morning we were leaving Mini M woke up with a bit of the sniffles. Ah... a bit 'o snot never hurt anyone... we thought... The sniffles turned into a raging cold accompanied by a fever that she passed onto W. The cold turned into croup, and if that wasn't enough, both kids got pink eye- just to make life a bit more exciting. Needless to say we didn't get more than a few hours of sleep each night, with all the coughing, running noses, breathing treatments, eye drops and crying. Then, just to top it all off M. got sun poisoning. All this while camping is not fun. We were going to head home after the first couple days at Higgin's, then we figured that the kids would be sick if we were home or not, and that we might as well deal with our small invalids somewhere with nice scenery. Thankfully both M and W felt better with each day, but the whole thing left us with some Grade A blood shot eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I do it again if I knew what was in store? Um...er..ahem... hard to say. The bad parts were horrid, but the good parts...? The good parts were wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-115618193248397611?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/115618193248397611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=115618193248397611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115618193248397611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115618193248397611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/08/home-from-vacation-and-in-need-of_21.html' title='Home from vacation, and in need of another.'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-115618153954579925</id><published>2006-08-21T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T13:32:19.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/640/IMG_1157.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/IMG_1157.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/640/IMG_1155.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/IMG_1155.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/640/IMG_1173.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/IMG_1173.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/640/IMG_1192.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/IMG_1192.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-115618153954579925?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/115618153954579925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=115618153954579925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115618153954579925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115618153954579925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/08/photos.html' title='photos'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-115618140100468703</id><published>2006-08-21T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T13:36:14.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/640/IMG_1121.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/IMG_1121.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; 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padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-115618140100468703?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/115618140100468703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=115618140100468703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115618140100468703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115618140100468703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/08/more-photos.html' title='more photos'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-115504798256336902</id><published>2006-08-08T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T15:01:50.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Risky Will&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/sYjq6OpvefU"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/sYjq6OpvefU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The things he puts up with... M.'s attempt to involve him in a game of Risk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-115504798256336902?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/115504798256336902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=115504798256336902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115504798256336902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115504798256336902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/08/risky-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-115496642113324597</id><published>2006-08-07T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T10:59:07.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Dork Makeover</title><content type='html'>Sad story-  Last Christmas (can't remember if it was Christmas Eve or day)  the dad of a family we know suddenly died.  In front of his wife and 6 kids.  (The oldest is 12 and the youngest was only a few weeks old at the time.)    So unbelievably sad.  At his funeral his wife told how that morning he woke up and told her that he had dreamt that they had a beautiful house with 7 bedrooms.  She pretty much told him to keep dreaming.  They live in a little rundown farmhouse where all 6 kids share the same room.  That afternoon he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeellll.... turns out &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/xtremehome/index.html"&gt;Extreme Home Makeover&lt;/a&gt; is redoing their house.  They've tried to keep it pretty hush hush, but we've known about it for a week or so.  Today they are doing the whole "Gooooooood morning family!" routine, interviewing the fam., then sending them to a resort in Florida. Tomorrow the demo starts.  We'll be up there on and off this week, so hopefully I can post some pictures of what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show maybe slightly cheesy, but you've got to admit they help out people that really need it...  More to come....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-115496642113324597?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/115496642113324597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=115496642113324597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115496642113324597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115496642113324597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/08/extreme-dork-makeover.html' title='Extreme Dork Makeover'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-115456249255498380</id><published>2006-08-02T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T19:48:12.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/1600/IMG_1033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/IMG_1033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-115456249255498380?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/115456249255498380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=115456249255498380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115456249255498380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115456249255498380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/08/sweeties.html' title='Sweeties'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-115428717983601652</id><published>2006-07-30T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T17:31:43.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales from the toilet</title><content type='html'>We here at the Nighty household have recently been plagued by the flu.  It started with our small germ infested children, was so sweetly passed to me, and I in turn graciously passed it on to C.N.  It didn't seem to bother Mini M. and Sir W. that much, they would throw up a bit then seem fine.  If Mini wasn't able to make it in time to the bathroom, she'd use an old wastebasket.  I, on the other hand have always had a knack for becoming ragingly ill and ended up throwing up every 20 minutes from 9pm to 6am.  One normally wouldn't think that was humanly possible unless you knew me.  I weighed myself this morning and had lost 7 lbs, which I'm sure was just water weight, but still...talk about a crash diet.  Thankfully everyone including C.N. are on the mend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Mini M. and I ventured into the land of Target to get some necessary items, when M. spotted &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/sr=1-1/qid=1154286478/ref=sr_1_1/602-5043751-4027067?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;amp;asin=B000EMRPFW"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; .  "Oh Mom!"  she said,  "Look how pretty!  This would be just perfect for me to throw up in!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-115428717983601652?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/115428717983601652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=115428717983601652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115428717983601652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115428717983601652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/07/tales-from-toilet.html' title='Tales from the toilet'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-115409449853821355</id><published>2006-07-28T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T09:48:18.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>At this moment the house is absolutely quite and dark.  The reason?  Both of the smallies have been sick (throwing up) and are finally getting some much needed rest.  I am getting some much needed peace and quite.  I would just put my pj's back on and crawl into bed again, but... I'm having someone come over to give me a price for cleaning parts of the house for me.  Undoubtedly she will give me some ungodly amount that I'll never be able to afford, but I guess it never hurts to cross one's fingers and hope she charges $10 an hour.  Ha!  In my dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-115409449853821355?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/115409449853821355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=115409449853821355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115409449853821355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115409449853821355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/07/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-115384990074035581</id><published>2006-07-25T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T14:35:23.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish and the big bad egg.</title><content type='html'>C.N.'s brother "fish" (as Mini M. calls him)  is insane.  In the past 2 weeks he has been to the hospital 3 times.  Yes my friend you heard me right.  2 weeks ago- he ate some random candy, had an allergic reaction, was rushed to the hospital and came...oh... thisclose to almost dying.  Last friday- bike riding, flipped his bike over a curb.  This resulted in a concussion, sprained finger and 6 stitches on his cheek.  Yesterday- ate lemon rice soup, had another allergic reaction, was rushed to the hospital and came this...................close to dying.   Give us a break will you fella??  You've exceeded your yearly allowance of near death experiences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-115384990074035581?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/115384990074035581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=115384990074035581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115384990074035581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115384990074035581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/07/fish-and-big-bad-egg.html' title='Fish and the big bad egg.'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-115247487404126997</id><published>2006-07-09T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T13:30:14.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes... I know.</title><content type='html'>Yes... I've been much too busy with my exciting life to post anything new lately.  (By that I mean I'm just plain 'ol too lazy.)   Summer has been poking along nicely.   We've been doing the typical summery things- walks in the park, going on the boat, icecream, playing in the sprinkler, picnics, icecream, jumping on the tramploine to burn off the icecream, then getting some more- because you know... the last one didn't really count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for a vaction.  C.N. is working on a big job so until he's finished (sometime in August) we won't be able to get away.   Now, I need to figure out where to go.  We need to stay in the state, and I need a beach.   Western MI here we come!  I can't imagine a summer not going to Lake Michigan's beach. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/1600/DSCN1757.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/DSCN1757.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-115247487404126997?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/115247487404126997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=115247487404126997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115247487404126997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115247487404126997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/07/yes-i-know.html' title='Yes... I know.'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-115152335384925073</id><published>2006-06-28T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T15:36:28.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Much too lazy...</title><content type='html'>...to actually write a real post, so I'll instead show off my cute babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/1600/IMG_0871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/IMG_0871.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/1600/IMG_0905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/IMG_0905.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/1600/IMG_0889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/2198/320/IMG_0889.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21708532-115152335384925073?l=nightyem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/feeds/115152335384925073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21708532&amp;postID=115152335384925073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115152335384925073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21708532/posts/default/115152335384925073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightyem.blogspot.com/2006/06/much-too-lazy.html' title='Much too lazy...'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02986877494706330555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://a482.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_0bcc7b35e404e1d1f495ca557b656189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21708532.post-115098337638910310</id><published>2006-06-22T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T15:30:10.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here...</title><content type='html'>...maybe not mentally, but physically, I am here!  Life has been unbelievably busy in the Nighty household.  Let me start with where I left off in my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CN and I had a lovely anniversary.  We dropped the small ones (and approximately 8 bottles of boob juice for Baby W... you know... just in case he got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;hungry in the 2 hours we were gone...) off at his parents house and then tried to find somewhere to eat.   We ended up heading north and found ourselves at a steakhouse in Imlay City.  For those of you who don't know, Imlay City has a tractor supply store, a gas station, a street light, and apparently a steakhouse.  That's about it.  The food was ok, but we didn't care-we were free!!!  CN gave me a beautiful necklace and matching earrings, and I gave him a &lt;a href="http://www.garmin.com/products/sp530/"&gt;GPS&lt;/a&gt; system that he'd been lusting after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of delightful things... shout out to RC and &lt;a href="http://filosofiayflores.blogspot.com/"&gt;EAP&lt;/a&gt;.  The three of us had a great time at the &lt;a href="http://www.bluemartinimi.com/"&gt;Blue Martini&lt;/a&gt; last night.  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