<?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-16763154</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:11:22.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>underfootallthetime</title><subtitle type='html'>Give Blood and save three lives.  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I didn't realized I had waited so long between posts. I guess when you fall into a funk and don't care anymore, these things happen. Yes, I've been depressed. You know this is not how I intended to start out. Oh, well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been through bookoodles of tests for the Dr's over the last few monthes and been given a couple of diagnoses the only one that I think is completely off is the hyperventilation syndrome. It's real, but the treatment didn't work on me, in fact, it made things worse. It's hard to explain to people sometimes that being sick makes you anxious and depressed not always the other way around. I'm taking anti-depressants these days. They have helped volumes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have severe acid reflux with a hiatus hernia. If you had told me at the beginning I had this I would have laughed and blown you off. However, it has been confirmed with both a barium swallow and an endoscopy. I am beginning the journey of living with this stuff. No alcohol (at least not much) for me. Another toughie is not eating right before going to bed. I had no idea how tough that one would be until I discovered myself getting hungry every night. whimper. I'm taking prilosec and nexxium each once a day. Don't worry the GI specialist told me to. I also have mild gastritis. The nexxium should take care of it. At least I don't have any ulcers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hiatus hernia may be causing the chest pain and pressure. still not sure about the shortness of breath and tachycardia (rapid heartbeat), but it's probably connected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw the Endocrinolgist and had lots of blood work and lab tests done. My Endocrine system passed the tests. In other words, no thyroid problems or endocrine cancers. That was good news. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To other news, we had a wonderful Christmas here. Everyone had a good time. The kids got most of what they wanted, but I didn't get them a WII. I'm thinking about getting it mid-year when they may actually be on the shelves again. I got a BIG surprise from my husband. He got me a new digital SLR. Yippee!!! Now when my new lens and flash arrives (hopefully today) it should all work well. Apparently, my old lens was malfunctioning and won't work with the new body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also received a pressure washer. I can't wait to use it. Now your thinking "she's excited about pressure washing?" (scratching head). Yep, I always borrow my Dad's and wind up keeping it too long. Look out drive way here I come. Yeeha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-5895811067850210244?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/5895811067850210244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=5895811067850210244' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/5895811067850210244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/5895811067850210244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-didnt-mean-to-disappear-that-long.html' title='I didn&apos;t mean to disappear that long'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-8108618711143475268</id><published>2008-08-29T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:47:50.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update to the update</title><content type='html'>Well, I got a letter today from my Cadiologist who basically told me I'm fine, but please keep taking that calcium bloker anyway.  NODAMMIT!  I'm not going to keep taking a medicine I don't need and isn't working either.  I'm so pissed right now I'm seeing red.  I feel like these people don't know me and think that they do.  My holter monitor showed that my heart rate ranged from 61 (can you say asleep) to 138 (can you say "too damn high") with an average of 95.  That's what it has been for the past few weeks.  I was at work and not busy there was no reason for my heartrate to go that high.   Nevermind, that my normal heartrate was previously in the 80's.  I'm tired and I still can't breath.  When I ask people all those fun questions at work I get out of breath.  It's getting to be ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the verapamil is supposed to control heartrate and it's side effects include rapid heartrate and shortness of breath.  How am I supposed to know if I'm reacting the meds or if I'm just having the same problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did some research and found out to the meds I take, one to control my bursitis and the other to control my essential tremors, don't go well with this drug.  He knew I was on these meds too.  He told me to stay off my Adderall  too.  I had already quit taking it, but if my heart is fine I need the stuff.  My brain feels like it's fried because I can't concentrate and from what I've read verapamil will contribute to that.  This drug just isn't something I should be on.  I wondered why my pulmonologist looked at me funny when I told him about it, but he didn't say anything.  I guess second guessing the other Dr is bad form.  Right now I'm pissed and I can't call them until Tuesday because of the long weekend.  They sent a copy of the letter to the wrong Dr. and I'm ready to tell the nurse what I think.  Maybe it is a good thing I can't call right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-8108618711143475268?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8108618711143475268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=8108618711143475268' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/8108618711143475268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/8108618711143475268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2008/08/update-to-update.html' title='update to the update'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-3599872269970203205</id><published>2008-08-24T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T09:50:25.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update on Dr visits</title><content type='html'>I went to a cardiologist the day after I got back from GOG and he told me my mitral regurge and thickened valve (first time I heard that) were normal for my age.  I didn't argue, but I think next visit I'm going to ask is it normal for someone who never had it before?  I went through a stress test on Friday and then wore a 24 hour heart monitor.  He said he it was possibly my thyroid so he ordered a Thyroid panel.  I got a letter from him yesterday.  Guess what it's NOT my thyroid.  Damn.  That would have been easier to treat.  He was thinking hyperthyroid, BTW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stress test was different.  They put an IV in me.  The tech forgot to tell me the jacket laying there was for me to wear over the transparent hospital gown.  I walked around for a while braless in a see through gown before I realized all the women had on the damn jacket.  I thought about it and it only bothered me when a man leaned in for closer look and I wanted to swat him.  The test itself was no fun.  I warned the tech I would have and asthma attack on the tread mill.  Guess what, I did.  I'm glad I had my inhaler to resue me.  They told me the EKG looked fine, but I saw it and the couple of abnormal heart beats didn't look "fine" to me.  Though if they had been really bad I would have been taken to my Cardiologist ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the treadmill part they inject you with a tracer and send you to the next part.  They put you in a scanner and you have to lay still for about 25 minutes.  This is not easy for me. Stop laughing.  I actually dozed off during the procedure.  They told me my scanned showed no blockages.  That was good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this woman who is younger than me who has the rare condition  of having all her organs in the reverse position.  That causes all sorts of health problems.  She was very sweet.  I don't think people respond well when she mentions it because she seemed pleased that it fascinated me.  She was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that they fitted me with a 24 hr holter monitor.  It's a EKG that monitors my daily heart rate.  It was annoying to wear.  Only a sponge bath and don't get it wet.  The girl who hooked me up to it went so fast I wanted to reach over and tell her "you can do this and still be friendly."  They are busy, but too much speed makes a person feel like a number.  I turn the monitor in tomorrow.  I go back in two weeks for the results.  Until then I have to take a calcium blocker that should slow my heart rate.  I started that last night after I took the monitor off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-3599872269970203205?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/3599872269970203205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=3599872269970203205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/3599872269970203205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/3599872269970203205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2008/08/update-on-dr-visits.html' title='update on Dr visits'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-1968409429843394629</id><published>2008-08-20T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:29:59.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my sweet family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/SKzSCCzp0GI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZmZN22vyqIo/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236791399280136290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/SKzSCCzp0GI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZmZN22vyqIo/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I arrived home my family was waiting for me with flowers. Noodle told her Daddy that they should get Mommy flowers so they went to the store and got me roses. She also wore a flowered dress (that actually matches the flowers). She called it her welcome home dress. She told me that she should wear it everytime that we welcome someone home. She is so sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-1968409429843394629?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/1968409429843394629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=1968409429843394629' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/1968409429843394629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/1968409429843394629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-sweet-family.html' title='my sweet family'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/SKzSCCzp0GI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZmZN22vyqIo/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-4652767881670450657</id><published>2008-08-19T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:59:55.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/SKuIWQykLBI/AAAAAAAAACw/KgU7dCVtxUs/s1600-h/IMG_1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236428907793886226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/SKuIWQykLBI/AAAAAAAAACw/KgU7dCVtxUs/s320/IMG_1143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back home from GOG and I'm wiped out. Who knew that hanging out with your best friends could be so exhausting. Thanks ladies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday Siren and I hit Sea World so I'm including a pic of that today. I didn't take any other pics that I can share on my blog. ;)   This baby stingray kept sticking his head above the water and looking at everything he could.  He was checking out Siren and myself.  It was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My flights home went smoothly, but my flight down was different. Before boarding the first leg of my flight they announced that the lavatory was broken and everyone might want to use the restrooms in the airport before departure (it was a short flight). Then we noticed that the plane's air was warm. The flight attendant said the a/c wasn't working well and he hoped the air would move forward and cool things down. This left us wondering about the plane. During the landing the wheels went down with a thud. I heard the guy behind me say "It's just the wheels." I guess he was trying to make someone feel better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-4652767881670450657?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/4652767881670450657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=4652767881670450657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/4652767881670450657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/4652767881670450657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2008/08/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/SKuIWQykLBI/AAAAAAAAACw/KgU7dCVtxUs/s72-c/IMG_1143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-3164760648339666347</id><published>2008-08-10T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T15:59:37.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The new school year has begun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/SJ9xaahBhdI/AAAAAAAAACo/xfq5h9a2ow8/s1600-h/IMG_1069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233025990636176850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/SJ9xaahBhdI/AAAAAAAAACo/xfq5h9a2ow8/s320/IMG_1069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My kids started back to school this week.  It was noodle's first, well second, day. I forgot the camera on the first day.  Bad Mommy.  They look cute don't they.  They both like their teachers and seem happy with their classes.  It's going to be a busy school year though.  We have soccer practices on Monday, Tuesday and Friday nights, dance class on Thursday.  Of course, we will also have soccer games on Saturday mornings.  My husband will stay very busy actually.  My work will only allow me to do some of it.  I hate that.  I want to go the everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-3164760648339666347?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/3164760648339666347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=3164760648339666347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/3164760648339666347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/3164760648339666347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-school-year-has-begun.html' title='The new school year has begun.'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/SJ9xaahBhdI/AAAAAAAAACo/xfq5h9a2ow8/s72-c/IMG_1069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-3893255981540373358</id><published>2008-08-03T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:48:01.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a new laptop!</title><content type='html'>I'm posting on my new laptop.  My hubby went to the store yesterday and called and said he'd found a good deal on a new one for me and did I want it.  UMMMM, YEAH!  He set it up for me and everything.  He is so sweet.  Part of the reason is so he and I can be on the computer at the same time, before we had to wait for someone to get off of it.  Four people and one laptop doesn't work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new one also lets me look at my goddesses blogs too. For some reason the older one decided biscuits blog was not for me.  It would not let me look at it.  Not a problem now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been off work for three days and I'm in shock.  Now I do the the schedule for my team so you would think that this would not surprise me, but when you don't do it on purpose and then realize on Thursday that you are off for the next three days it's kind of cool.  No body better call out today.  I won't be happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw one of my friends yesterday, she and I don't see each other much these days, and I could tell she misses me.  I miss her too.  The problem we have is that she wants to see me sans children and when I'm not at work that rarely happens.  She also wants to me drive to her and even though I live only a couple of minutes from where she works she considers that too far to drive to see me.  We live on opposites sides of town.  You can see the problem here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-3893255981540373358?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/3893255981540373358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=3893255981540373358' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/3893255981540373358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/3893255981540373358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-got-new-laptop.html' title='I&apos;ve got a new laptop!'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-7730441776485911527</id><published>2008-07-25T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:20:34.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing new for now</title><content type='html'>I went for another follow-up today and was told they found my EKG.  Apparently, they really did lose it and were trying to see if they should call me for a redo when it resurfaced.  The good news I had a good EKG.  In other words, I haven't had a heart attack.  Unfortunately, we have no idea what is causing the problem of mitral regurge so I now need to see a Cardiologist.  They don't see it as life threatening so I have to wait until I get back from GOG.  My appt is the 19th.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to see the same Dr. my Dad goes to.  I figure with my Dad's health history it would be good for the same Dr. to see me.  He is really good too.  A side note, any Dr who is ready to take out another Dr for screwing up and almost killing his patient is somebody I want looking after me.  Several years ago a gastrologist gave my dad some medicine that does not go with his heart condition and almost did him in.  Dad said he thought his cardiologist was going to hit the guy.  He was in hospital at the time so he got to witness the argument through an open doorway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurred to me later that I should have asked if I have any restrictions I should follow.  I guess things are good as long as I don't do anything stupid.  Roller coasters are probably out, and siren knows how much that disappoints me.  That's for real BTW.  She and I have hit the parks a couple of times before and we had a blast on them.  I was actually planning on dragging some goddesses out for my favorite passtime, but I guess not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-7730441776485911527?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/7730441776485911527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=7730441776485911527' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/7730441776485911527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/7730441776485911527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2008/07/nothing-new-for-now.html' title='Nothing new for now'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-4946663658423902036</id><published>2008-07-19T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T17:27:10.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update on heart</title><content type='html'>Well nothing has changed.  My pulse is still up there, but there is a possible reason for it.  The echocardiogram showed mild mitral regurgitation.  I have a number of the symptoms related to this, but because it is mild they generally don't treat it.  He sent me for an urgent CT scan yesterday to see if it would show anything and it was clear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started another round of prednisone (joy) we'll see if it helps.  Air quality is so poor right now they are advising people to stay inside.  If this is also asthma that is not going to help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another follow-up on Friday.  I know my boss will be thrilled, but after leaving me with today, they owe me.  Let's just say it was chaos at work today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CT scan was interesting.  I've never had one done before so my hubby came along.  I was very glad he was there.  The guy who took me back was cute and very nice.  He was funny (remember I'm a phlebotomist so I don't freak out about blood easily) when he stuck me to attatch the iodine injectioner.  Apparently, my high blood flow shoved the needle back out and blood went everywhere.  He had to reinsert it.  He kept talking about my "strong veins" and how he doesn't usually see that.  I didn't tell him I've never shot a needle back out before, but I guess there is a first time for everything.  I didn't stop bleeding afterward either.  Yep, right through the bandage.  When I got back to work one of my co-workers pointed it out and redid by bandage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CT itself was different too.  It was an open system so I didn't have to worry about my claustrophobic tendencies.  It would have been hard to lay still and be thinking "get me out of here now."  They injected iodine tracer into me so they could look at my circulatory system around the heart.  He kept telling me it would make me feel like I was peeing, but I wouldn't be, so don't worry.  The funny part is he warned me over the intercom system right before the sensation hit.  I'm glad I was alone in the room, but when I got up to leave I see all these techs in the other room looking at screens and realized they probably heard that too.  I hope they hear it so much they just ignore it these days.  Oddly enough the sensation of iodine moving through your body is warm and it didn't bother me, some people probably don't react well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other fun thing about my iodine tracer it actually dropped my heart rate for a few hours.  Who knew that hitting my heart with some iodine would do that.  I'm back up now though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-4946663658423902036?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/4946663658423902036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=4946663658423902036' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/4946663658423902036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/4946663658423902036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2008/07/update-on-heart.html' title='update on heart'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-6537724415319078779</id><published>2008-07-12T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T11:35:17.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling cruddy</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged lately because, well, I feel like crap.  I have been sick for over three weeks and I just don't feel like doing anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to breathe well for a couple of weeks and I thought I had bronchitis, but when the meds didn't work I went to my pulmonologist yesterday they became worried about me.  I barely made it through the day at work, but every one else was out so I couldn't leave.  He did prescribe me a nebulizer, but I don't know how much that will  help.  I go for an echocardiogram on Tuesday.  Plus I get to have blood work done.  You know you look like crap when everyone you work with keeps checking on you to see if your making it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a clear chest xray, but my pulse was racing.  Blood pressure was good too.  Pressure in the chest area and shortness of breath.  I about collapsed.  I am so glad I'm off this weekend.  If my techs call out I will not be happy.  Well that's the overview.  I'll update you when I know something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-6537724415319078779?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/6537724415319078779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=6537724415319078779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/6537724415319078779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/6537724415319078779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-feeling-cruddy.html' title='I&apos;m feeling cruddy'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-6116958180462339283</id><published>2008-06-12T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:30:02.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biscuit tagged me</title><content type='html'>The rules of the game get posted at the beginning of the post.Each player answers the questions about themselves in their post.At the end of the post, the player then tags 5-6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog.Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve posted your answer.&lt;br /&gt;1. What was I doing ten years ago?&lt;br /&gt;    I was pregnant with my son and working full time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What are five things on my list to do today?&lt;br /&gt;    Go to work&lt;br /&gt;    fill out job apps&lt;br /&gt;    spend time with my kids&lt;br /&gt;    change the litter box&lt;br /&gt;    buy my husband a father's day present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Snacks I enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;    peanut butter spoon&lt;br /&gt;   chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Things I Would Do If I Were A Billionaire?&lt;br /&gt;    Buy a bigger house&lt;br /&gt;   Buy a hybrid&lt;br /&gt;    Make a big, with no strings attatched, donation, or two, to charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Three of my bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;   Sometimes I am too nice&lt;br /&gt;   I procrastinate too much&lt;br /&gt;   I drink way too much caffiene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Five places I have lived?&lt;br /&gt;    Sorry, only two, Georgia and Alabama.  moved around in the state, but not&lt;br /&gt;    much.  I was born in GA, but Alabama is home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Five jobs I’ve had?&lt;br /&gt;    Fast food joint&lt;br /&gt;    pizza restaurant waitress&lt;br /&gt;    movie theater job&lt;br /&gt;    processed one hour film&lt;br /&gt;    photographer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How did you name your blog?&lt;br /&gt;    I love my cats, but they are constantly walking under my feet.  Hence the name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would tag someone, but pretty much everyone I know has already been tagged Soooo If you are reading this, and you haven't been tagged, Go for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-6116958180462339283?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/6116958180462339283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=6116958180462339283' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/6116958180462339283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/6116958180462339283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2008/06/biscuit-tagged-me.html' title='Biscuit tagged me'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-74923636397656504</id><published>2008-06-01T18:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T19:05:33.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The giant playhut second time around</title><content type='html'>Two years ago I bought a luxury house playhut for my kids, at that time I wrote about it &lt;a href="http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/01/giant-playhut.html"&gt;http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/01/giant-playhut.html&lt;/a&gt;. Since then we've used it a few times in the house, but it's so huge it has been hard to store. You're supposed to be able to fold it up into a circle and store it in a bag. I have contorted myself in ten different directions, unsuccessfully, trying to do this so up until now it has sat flat in my garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I decided to bring it in and set it up. I must be a glutton for punishment because I became obessesed with the idea of folding it into the circle. I went online and printed out the instructions that I have managed to lose and still couldn't do it. My husband was just sitting there laughing at my antics. The more I tried the worse it got until....... suddenly it folded. Then when I got the bag it goes in I realized it didn't fit. It was the wrong one. cuss words followed. After finding a substitute bag I quickly put it up. Job done. Yeeha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning my daughter asked me to set it up again. (cringing) Okay, I set it up. Tonight I will try the impossible again. Hopefully, I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I updated up through the trees.  &lt;a href="http://upthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://upthroughthetrees.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think of the new look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-74923636397656504?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/74923636397656504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=74923636397656504' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/74923636397656504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/74923636397656504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2008/06/giant-playhut-second-time-around.html' title='The giant playhut second time around'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-9021886491812950262</id><published>2008-05-18T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T18:11:01.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Recital Survival</title><content type='html'>Well, we made it through. This was dance recital weekend and we were busy. It started Friday with dress rehearsal. Now anyone whose done this before knows that a couple of hundred girls running around with parents in tow getting dressed in costumes and all excited is major chaos, and then some. I don't know how the dance teachers do it, but they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter took her first year of dance this year and loved it. She is taking after her Mommy. After I got her ready she was very excited. We arrived at the civic center and went in to join in on the controled chaos. She was doing great. Every little girl loves to get dressed up and wear make-up. Okay, most little girls, okay. I know they all don't. Mine does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting in some auditorium seats along with some of her classmates when suddenly she freaked out. She started crying and screaming; she wanted to leave. This is when it hit Mommy. I didn't give her the ADHD meds. Oh, crap. She's overwhelmed and I can't calm her down. Caffeine. YES. Run for the concession stand. Thank heavens, it was open. I took her into a quiet room and have her drink a soda. This helped alot. After much convincing I was able to take her backstage in time. She did not want to let me go. I knew she would pitch a fit and refuse to go on. When I saw her teacher I started hand signaling her about it. You learn this stuff when you do enough stage work. She came over and sent me away. Yahoo! Let them handle it. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the auditorium to watch, all the while hoping that she would be okay. Then I see her class come out and one of the teachers is carrying a child. NOOO. Yep, it was mine. refusing to dance. She watched from the sidelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day she took her meds and was just peachy about going out in front of everybody. She did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ec76fc8fca08c312" 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://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dec76fc8fca08c312%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331278236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4956DDE3337644220AB9D3E4C4B56318BAAED303.EEFCEE0B8BD882060A5996542F4A35C6B694327%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dec76fc8fca08c312%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3Bb83a0KH1nM33CKL8F_h7R5DD8&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="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dec76fc8fca08c312%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331278236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4956DDE3337644220AB9D3E4C4B56318BAAED303.EEFCEE0B8BD882060A5996542F4A35C6B694327%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dec76fc8fca08c312%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3Bb83a0KH1nM33CKL8F_h7R5DD8&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/16763154-9021886491812950262?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ec76fc8fca08c312&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/9021886491812950262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=9021886491812950262' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/9021886491812950262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/9021886491812950262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2008/05/dance-recital-survival.html' title='Dance Recital Survival'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-5297620559961594209</id><published>2008-05-14T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:25:28.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I do this again put me in a straight jacket</title><content type='html'>Two years ago we put new siding on our house.  The house used to be blue.  I liked it but decided to go to a neutral color.  I put red shutters on the house, but wound up leaving the front door blue.  People kept commenting on how pretty the door looked.  In fact, even my own Mother thought I had painted it blue.  UMMMM, it was always blue.  The house was blue.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I never got around to doing was painting the bottom of the house to match the new siding so for two years it has been blue too.  It drove me nuts that it wasn't complete.  I've tried twice in the past year to get off work for few a days to paint it, but something always happened.  Well, this week I managed to get the time off.  I've needed the sanity break too.  I spent Monday preping the house and then yesterday painting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wound up running back and forth to home depot yesterday trying to match the color.  You see, the piece of siding we had kept for matching paint disappeared recently.  I had put it away so I could find it and then my husband put it under the sink, so he could find it.  Guess what, tadaaa, it's gone.  No surprise there.  I started to go with plain old taupe but that matched the garage and not the siding so I looked for another color that I thought would be a better match, and I thought I had found it.  The paint chip looked good with the siding it was slightly lighter, but the same color.  I thought I had done it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to determine whether we had latex or oil based paint.  This is important and I had no clue.  The lady at the store was very helpful and told me to use denatured alcohol on it.  It worked and came off.  It was latex base.  Yeah, for me.  I will say this woman provided the best service I've every gotten at a home depot.  She knows her paint.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the store and there was a man working, he mixed the paint I requested.  The color on the can matched the chip so I went home and began painting.  What the????  It's lighter than I thought.  It will dry and get darker. Nope.  I'll put on a second coat that will help.  Well, the coverage is good, but it's still too light.  I had resigned myself to this, but my husband was ticked off.  He was mad because I had purchased two gallons and we were stuck with it.  So off I go crying to the garage trying to find the stupid piece of siding.  He came and told me it was okay.  He didn't realize how much I had put into it.  So I dove back in and finished painting which took all day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever told you that I have large azaleas in front of my house.  Well I do and painting behind them was a feat unto itself.  I was crawling around and contorting my body to get in there.  Thank heavens there were no unwanted visitors hiding in there.  My body is sore today.  But I'm finished.  I absolutely had to finish it yesterday because rain was coming for today and tomorrow.  You can't paint in the rain, at least not outside.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have ordered new decking and I can't wait to see it on the house.  When it is finished I will share a photo.  Then you can see my insanity and my husbands.  Oh, he got chased my a bumblebee last night while trying to dismantle the deck.  I'm nice though I didn't start laughing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should say my husband may have upset me yesterday, but he really is a wonderful man.  My birthday was this past Friday and he went all out to make me feel special and then did it again for Mother's Day.  He doesn't take the easy way out and try to blend the two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-5297620559961594209?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/5297620559961594209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=5297620559961594209' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/5297620559961594209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/5297620559961594209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-i-do-this-again-put-me-in-straight.html' title='If I do this again put me in a straight jacket'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-165348709100211214</id><published>2008-05-05T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T06:09:16.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>borrowed this from Siren</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.sushi-cat.net/goddessquiz.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/USMsweetheart/bluegoddess.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="symbol" size="+1"&gt;©  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's your Inner Goddess Color??&lt;/em&gt; © Jen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-165348709100211214?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/165348709100211214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=165348709100211214' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/165348709100211214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/165348709100211214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2008/05/borrowed-this-from-siren.html' title='borrowed this from Siren'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-7823878548914225709</id><published>2008-04-29T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T07:57:22.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' behind here</title><content type='html'>Sorry no pics of backsides for you today.  Just noticed it's been a couple of weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wrote before soccer season is here and, guess what, do to work I saw my first game this past Saturday. Thanks to work I missed Noodles game entirely.  She is five and I haven't seen even one game yet.  It has upset me alot.  I did get to see my son's game though.  I'm off this coming Saturday and nothing is keeping me from those games.  If work calls I'm disappearing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who know my job has been in the pits lately I found out yesterday that my boss is actually trying to help me out this week.  She didn't tell me though she told my co-worker who I was assigned too.  If she really wants to help me why did she try to humiliate me in front of the entire staff.  I don't get it. I should point out her attempts weren't successful.  I just sat there and pretended I knew.  I'm sure I was supposed to get upset and make a scene. She hasn't spoken to me once about any problem she may actually have with me as an employee.  I have decided that the promotion they were talking about giving me they can keep.  I don't want it anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never related this story before but I will use it as the learning lesson as to why I no longer want the supervisors job that I was told I would get and got slapped in the face with.  One of my fellow associates, in another department, was promoted to a supervisers position in his dept.  I thought he was doing fine, but one day he told me they were demoting him, and taking away his pay grade.  He's been there many years and didn't quit over it.  He said he could wait it out because the bosses change faster than those of us in the lower ranks.  He's right too.  He even asked me "Are you sure you want that job? You know they'll do it to you too.  They always do."  I had hoped he was wrong, but he wasn't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have applied to change departments, but I do intend to start looking elsewhere also.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be the kid who was the favorite target for getting picked on during Middle School.  I was lucky my parents cared and helped me through it.  However, no one can ever take away that pain.  I've always cried easily and still have trouble with that, but the control is better.  ADHD makes you a more sensitive person.  The thing is because those kids picked on me I learned how to spot that behaviour in others from a mile away.  For some reason adults still do it too.  I have not been such an easy target as an adult.  That is because I already learned years ago that letting them see how mad it makes you only makes it fun for them.  No reaction or a really good retort gives them no satisfaction and tends to leave them feeling deflated.  This is the reason my new boss did not succeed in humiliating me Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-7823878548914225709?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/7823878548914225709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=7823878548914225709' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/7823878548914225709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/7823878548914225709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2008/04/gettin-behind-here.html' title='Gettin&apos; behind here'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-516069360313299366</id><published>2008-03-29T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T18:57:02.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sping soccer has begun</title><content type='html'>The kids had their first soccer games for the spring season today. They were both scheduled at the same time at parks on each side of town. This sounds simple two parents and two kids: one parent and kid to each game, very simple. Guess what, not so simple. The games were at 8:30am and I had to be at work by 8:45am. Talk about begging Grandparents for help. They did. I took noodle to her game and left her with my parents. I haven't met her coach yet because he wasn't there by the time I left at 8:35. She had fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband took my son to his game and then had to meet up with my parents to get our daughter. I still don't have my son's game schedule for the next few weeks so I can't beg off work for any conflicting days. I guess some people don't realize that there are some parents who could use this info. To my knowledge they haven't even finished the schedule yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cherry trees are blooming like crazy. I'll try to get a picture tomorrow. However, if you want to see an old pic just click on my photo blog (the link is over on the right).  I tried to link it into the blog itself, but for some reason it wouldn't cooperate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-516069360313299366?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/516069360313299366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=516069360313299366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/516069360313299366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/516069360313299366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2008/03/sping-soccer-has-begun.html' title='Sping soccer has begun'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-7602842708520795635</id><published>2008-03-18T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T09:56:23.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's nothing like a sick day.</title><content type='html'>Well, let's see I've been working alot, but today I'm home with the kids.  My Daughter has a staff infection on her leg.  I thought it was a spider bite, but the Dr thinks it's more likely that a blister type wart on her leg burst open and got infected.  I had planned to take her to the Dr and then on to day care.  Unfortunately, I got a call from the Day Care (its spring break normally he would be in school) telling me my son had thrown up.  So much for going to work.  I called my boss and let him know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wound up taking them both to the Dr.  The son has a stomach bug.  I already knew this, but since I was going anyway I figured he should see the Dr too.  We went by the store on the way home to buy supplies for my son, and while checking out the clerk started asking questions.  She got "unpleasant" with me so I educated her rather than ripping into her with what I was really thinking. Why do people think they can question me like that?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I let one of our trainees stick me with a needle and she did a good job.  However, for some reason, I wouldn't stop bleeding for over three hours.  I tried everything to get it to stop.  It was a bit embarrassing.  I've never had trouble like that before.  I guess my body wanted to give more than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-7602842708520795635?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/7602842708520795635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=7602842708520795635' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/7602842708520795635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/7602842708520795635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2008/03/theres-nothing-like-sick-day.html' title='There&apos;s nothing like a sick day.'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-6290624096600587455</id><published>2008-03-10T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T06:59:04.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow in the south</title><content type='html'>This weekend was a sleepy one for us, but we still had a good time.  We woke up to snow.  We never get snow these days.  It wasn't enough to go out and play in so my husband scooped up some and brought it inside.  He put it in the bathroom sink and the kids made snowballs and threatened to throw them at me.  I had to remind them that Daddy was there target and not Mommy.  I wouldn't do that would I.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally moved our broken TV out of its entertainment center and moved the furniture so we could put our new TV in the center of the wall.  We actually bought the new TV several months ago and when my husband hooked it up for some reason we lost several channels we were receiving.  Moving the TV brought them back.  We have Noggin again.  My daughter was thrilled and then she got mad when she realized we were only letting her watch one show last night.  She missed her Noggin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we started carrying the old TV out for the trash, and it weighs a ton.  We put it down every few feet.  Man that thing is heavy.  We grabbed the wheelbarrow out of the garage to help cart in down to the curb.  You have no idea how glad I am we did that.  My lungs were mad at me after all that in the cold air.  I'm still getting over the bronchitis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-6290624096600587455?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/6290624096600587455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=6290624096600587455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/6290624096600587455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/6290624096600587455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2008/03/snow-in-south.html' title='Snow in the south'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-7074382529010271588</id><published>2008-03-04T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T06:27:19.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sounds of Silence</title><content type='html'>I wanted to attatch a really cool train photo but I couldn't find one.  That really would have confused you wouldn't it.  I mean silence and trains do not go together. Or do they?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I my case they do.  You see we've lived next to a train for many years now and we are near a crossing so we listen to train horns coming and going on a very busy track.  About three years ago one of my neighbors began the campaign to make our crossing silent.  It has taken a lot of hard work and cracks from people who didn't think it would make a difference for it to happen, but as of YESTERDAY the horns went silent.  There are alot of very happy people in my neighborhood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is that I have slept through the past two nights and not been woken up by an overzealous train whistle.  I swear that guy has something against us getting sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-7074382529010271588?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/7074382529010271588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=7074382529010271588' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/7074382529010271588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/7074382529010271588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2008/03/sounds-of-silence.html' title='The sounds of Silence'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-5563049332643406150</id><published>2008-02-24T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T15:23:26.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been busy lately</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I took my son to the Spyderwick Chronicles and we had a great time.  I made a point of going to the earliest showing at our new theater and it was great because only six other people were in the theater with us.  The Monaco is the first of its chain and is very different from the standard theaters.  They allow you to pick your seats when you buy your ticket and they offer VIP seating in some of their theaters for a little extra.  The restaurant/bar looks really nice too.  The only complaint I would have is that the popcorn I bought was a little on the cool side.  I wanted to ask "How early did you people pop this stuff?"  Having worked in the movie theater business before I know it wasn't Friday nights, but it could have been warmer.  They just opened for the day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've been working a lot of overtime lately, Oh wait, I have.  I think my bosses may kill me before I settle into my new position.  (silence)  Did you say new position?  Yep, guys I got a promotion at work.  I am now a supervisor.  The only problem is my training isn't complete and the trainees who keep getting stuck with me can't really do anything.  It's pretty annoying.  Not just for them but for me too.  Other than that I'm still in kind of a disbelieving shock that I got this position.  Some parts of it I know, but other things I am still stumbling through.  Pray for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, Oh yeah!  I've been sick.  I have a really bad cold that I think has turned into bronchitis.  I was supposed to go to the Dr. on Friday, but had to cancel the appt. because of my work.  I couldn't leave.  I was not thrilled about this.  I hope I haven't shared this stuff with anyone because I was miserable.  I don't think I want a bunch of pissed off co-workers and customers because I made them sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-5563049332643406150?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/5563049332643406150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=5563049332643406150' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/5563049332643406150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/5563049332643406150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-been-busy-lately.html' title='I&apos;ve been busy lately'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-6566703635951956529</id><published>2008-02-18T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T18:56:05.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>redoing my previous post</title><content type='html'>I already did this, but I accidently deleted it so I thought I would do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&amp;A Time! Copy and paste this into a comment or your own blog with your answers. As always, feel free to entertain me with stuff you make up if you feel the truth is just too damn boring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Are you currently in a serious relationship? ("Define 'serious'...")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.17 years married.  I think that's serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What was your dream growing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  I've always enjoyed acting.  I would have liked to have been able to follow that one, but you have to be really good at it first.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What talent do you wish you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  I would like to be able to sing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If I bought you a drink what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  recently I discovered the lemon martini at Bonefish.  Man it was good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Favorite vegetable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. I have several&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What was the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  Sandworms of Dune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What day of the week were you born on? Or Zodiac sign, your choice. ("I wasn't there, so I don't remember.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  I'm a Taurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  Only piercings are my ears and definitely no tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Worst Habit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  I procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  Of, course.  I only offer rides to people I know though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What is your favorite sport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  Soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  talk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  my mother was diagnosed with ovarian cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Tell me one weird fact about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  UMMM.  Can't think of one right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  Yep, three cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Be thrilled to see and tell you to come inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What was your first impression of me? (Alternatively, why do they always ask this in memes? Or better yet, why should I care?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  Okay,, that was too long ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  I'm not sure right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  Your consience, somebody has to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) What color eyes do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Ever been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Bottle or can soda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  I don't really care &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  replace my deck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) What's your favorite place to hang at? (My first respone: "Hang what at?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  be with my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Do you swear a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  Unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Biggest pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  People who cuss around my children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;A.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Do you believe in/appreciate romance? (I don't get the "slash appreciate" here. If you believe in it, it would seem you appreciate it. If you don't, well...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Do you believe in God? ("It's me, Margaret." Sorry! Couldn't help it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you? (I suppose this is the "meme" part of the meme. Whatevs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  Well we've already done it so many times it seems redundant don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-6566703635951956529?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/6566703635951956529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=6566703635951956529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/6566703635951956529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/6566703635951956529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2008/02/redoing-my-previous-post.html' title='redoing my previous post'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-5127197418322089868</id><published>2008-01-29T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T17:30:20.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My politics are my own.</title><content type='html'>Edited on 01//30/08:  Well John Edwards has gone and dropped out of the race.  I already voted so I can't undo my choice.  Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was responding to Siren's post and I got cranked so I switched to my blog. I'm going to start this with: If you don't agree with my politics that's okay don't bash me because I won't go to your blog and bash you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Democrat tried and true. I have always voted in the the Democratic primary, even when everyone I knew didn't. I stick with what I believe in and that is not simple, because politics is shades of gray not black and white. I vote pro-choice, health-care, and realistically about the war in Iraq. I NEVER voted for our sitting President and always knew we would regret having him in office. I actually had someone treat me like I was unamerican during the last election because I did'nt support Bush. BULLSHIT. What the fuck were people thinking when they put this man back in office?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want us out of Iraq and never supported starting the war but now that we're there we can't just walk away. "Here's the mess we made, now it's all yours." We have to stay until it is stablized or we will have failed the people we stupidly were told we had to save. We have made things worse now it is OUR JOB to ELECT somone who will take that seriously and work to make things better. WE also need to ELECT somone who gives a shit about this country and will put the programs in place to protect OUR people. OUR citizens should never have to suffer again because our federal emergency services can't get their act together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I VOTED absentee ballot already. Personally, I voted for JOHN EDWARDS. (my mother would pass out because she supports Hillary Clinton) Suprised take a look again. Bill Clinton came from behind to win. Never count out your choice and don't get complacent if yours in the lead. VOTE!!! If you don't I don't want to here you complain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-5127197418322089868?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/5127197418322089868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=5127197418322089868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/5127197418322089868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/5127197418322089868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-politics-are-my-own.html' title='My politics are my own.'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-4568786274957377989</id><published>2008-01-11T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T17:41:09.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>Here are the rules--1) Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves. 2) People who are tagged need to write a post on their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules. 3) At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. 4) Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Rebekah, tagged me.  For those of you who don't know her yet here is a link to her blog http://davisesdaily.blogspot.com/  BTW Rebekah if you start looking at my friends blogs you might get a suprise and learn somethings about me you didn't know.  I hope you'll still respect in the morning.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I stick people with needles for a living.  Yes, someone pays me to do this, I'm not a volunteer, and the people sitting in the chairs are actually volunteering to help save someone else's life.  Always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I love the Dune series of books.  I'm just finishing up the last book Sandworms of Dune.  I've been trying to read the last few pages for a couple days now, but I keep getting interrupted.  Maybe tonight?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Both my kids and me are ADHD.  nough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I love putting together puzzles.  I'm currently working on a really hard one.  1000 pieces all shaped very much alike.  This one's going to take awhile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I like to play puzzle style video games on the computer and I'm a huge fan of pinball.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I have three cats now and all three have the same autoimmune disease because, well, they're related.  They now have to eat a special diet and I don't think they like it very much.  Big surprise there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I absolutely hate doing housework and I'm disorganized.  Now at work I keep things clean, straightened and get frustrated if people put things in the wrong place.  I never said I was normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I'm "the quiet one" among the goddesses.  That doesn't mean I don't talk though.  For those that know me as "the one who talks all the time" it means I will suddenly say something unexpected.  It is fun to watch the expressions I get sometimes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I actually get to tag some others.  Here goes,  Siren, Kel, Biscuit, Sam, Sassy Lucy, Suthnuh, Memphis Steve, and the Zebraman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-4568786274957377989?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/4568786274957377989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=4568786274957377989' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/4568786274957377989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/4568786274957377989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-1943035153969750225</id><published>2007-12-11T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T19:59:08.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas lights are staying up!</title><content type='html'>You have no idea what an accomplishment it is for me to get the lights to stay up on our front porch.  It is alway a monumental task, but this year it looks like it won't be.  Thank you 3M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to find the time to put up our tree.  Yes, it's true, I still haven't put it up.  My kids are not happy with me.  Putting up the tree requires time I have not had.  I tried to take a couple of days off last week to prep for Christmas and it didn't happen.  You see the week before they decided to drug test everyone in my department and wound up firing some people.  We've also had people quit for various reasons and we are now incredibly short staffed.  They were not happy when I had to leave work yesterday to take care of a sick child, but they knew not to argue with me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That position I have been trying to get still hasn't happened mainly because we're to short staffed to move someone into it.  Doing so would leave us short another person.  Figures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-1943035153969750225?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/1943035153969750225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=1943035153969750225' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/1943035153969750225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/1943035153969750225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-lights-are-staying-up.html' title='The Christmas lights are staying up!'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-3672620417993198823</id><published>2007-12-09T07:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T08:03:35.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weight loss</title><content type='html'>Well I did it!!!! I have now lost 25 pounds.  Yeeha!  I'm not done yet, but I'm half way there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to go put up Christmas lights.  I always have trouble with this because they NEVER stay up.  This year I bought 3M command hooks for lights so we'll see if we have better luck this time.  I also have to watch the load on the outdoor socket because if I plug in to many lights it blows the circuit breaker and shuts down the freezer in our garage.  Not a good thing to discover several hours later.  Thank heavens for extension cords so I can also hook lights up to the garage plugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-3672620417993198823?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/3672620417993198823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=3672620417993198823' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/3672620417993198823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/3672620417993198823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/12/weight-loss.html' title='weight loss'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-6790142804491073070</id><published>2007-11-20T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T19:33:18.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay, now I stole one from Sam</title><content type='html'>I like being a mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Mermaid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/mermaid.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a total daydreamer, and people tend to think you're flakier than you actually are.&lt;br /&gt;While your head is often in the clouds, you'll always come back to earth to help someone in need.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond being a caring person, you are also very intelligent and rational.&lt;br /&gt;You understand the connections of the universe better than almost anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mythological Creature Are You?&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/16763154-6790142804491073070?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/6790142804491073070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=6790142804491073070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/6790142804491073070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/6790142804491073070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/11/okay-now-i-stole-one-from-sam.html' title='okay, now I stole one from Sam'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-7155534150440906102</id><published>2007-11-18T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T06:54:22.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Actually this should just be random things going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off my cat Kali went in for a teeth cleaning and came home with a diagnoses of having an autoimmune disease.  It effects the mouth. It's treatable though.  Maintaining her overall health shouldn't be a problem with regular care, but chances are good her two daughters have it also.  We're going to be taking lots of meds again.  I thought we were done with that when we lost Keekee, but I guess not.  Have you ever chased three cats around your house trying to give them antibiotics.  It is so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggie though is changing the cat food they eat.  Of course, it is way more expensive than the expensive brand I was already buying.  figures.  The cats like it so I guess that's a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list is that "Noodle" started Aderall this week.  It took her a couple of days to get used to it, but I think she's adjusting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to my son's school for "family literacy day" yesterday (yes, they really did this on a Saturday).  My husband kept complaining about who in there right mind would schedule this during football.  UMMMM, people who don't watch football.  We had fun and got to watch the son read poems he had written and be in a skit with his classmates.  He did great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HIP HURTS.  DAMMIT.  I have been in pain for the past few days and I'm not sure why.  I must have done something to it, but I don't know what I did.  I took some hydrocodone last night and it didn't do a darned thing.  It worked great when I broke my foot.  If you hear me cussing under my breath that's what is driving me nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noodle and I went and checked out the fancy new shopping center they just built here.  All high end stores with a movie theater geared for adults.  I promised myself I wouldn't buy anything, but I did anyway.  Not all the stores were open yet and I'm in trouble when they open the rest.  There is a beautiful carousel to ride on so Noodle and went for a spin.  You can also rent paddle boats to ride in or take a gondola ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noodle was wondering why I didn't use the valet parking area, but it's hard to explain to a five year old that I didn't want to spend the money for someone else to park my car, especially when it was a heck of lot closer to the buildings than regular parking.  When the goddesses are here though we should go see a movie at the new theater.  It is the first for the company that formed to build them and it has a real restaurant (no nachos).  Then you watch the movie in large leather chairs and drink wine while you enjoy the movie.  I'm itching to try this place out.  Any takers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-7155534150440906102?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/7155534150440906102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=7155534150440906102' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/7155534150440906102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/7155534150440906102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-2440376733035691225</id><published>2007-11-08T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T06:06:34.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I stole this from Biscuit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I saw this on Biscuit's blog and thought I'd try it.  I had feeling I was pretty cluttered.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Mind is 75% Cluttered&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howclutteredisyourmindquiz/clutter-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is quite cluttered. And like most clutter, it's a bunch of crap you don't need.&lt;br /&gt;Try writing down your worst problems and fears. And then put them out of your mind for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howclutteredisyourmindquiz/"&gt;How Cluttered is Your Mind?&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/16763154-2440376733035691225?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/2440376733035691225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=2440376733035691225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/2440376733035691225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/2440376733035691225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-stole-this-from-biscuit.html' title='I stole this from Biscuit'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-1116220555648598919</id><published>2007-11-05T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T18:52:04.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noodles updat</title><content type='html'>I didn't realize so much time had passed.  Well, here is an update for you.  Noodle is ADHD.  Okay, not a surprise here.  We got the final analysis today.  My husband figures we spent $1000 to find out what we already knew.  Not a surprise there either.  I learned some new techniques for behaviour and reviewed one we used to use with our son. &lt;br /&gt;The Dr. feels we should try a 30 day trial of meds, but my husband doesn't want to.  He wants to wait until she's older before giving them to her. (He did agree to think about it though) I want to go ahead and give it a try.  I feel like she is unfairly treated for not being able to sit still, and I don't think another Day Care is going to make a difference there.  Her teachers aren't the best. The teachers she currently has cannot handle a child who challenges them in any way.  One of the teachers wrote a note in her daily bahaviour book about Noodle spilling her milk.  Not a big deal right.  Nope, she treated her as if she had done somthing wrong.  I about blew my stack. &lt;br /&gt;How do I know what to do next?  I'm really not sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-1116220555648598919?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/1116220555648598919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=1116220555648598919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/1116220555648598919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/1116220555648598919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/11/noodles-updat.html' title='Noodles updat'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-3875659924028814662</id><published>2007-09-25T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T16:28:20.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Noodle</title><content type='html'>I picked up the kids today only to discover Noodle's teacher looking like she was at her wits end.  Apparently, my daughter was in rare form today.  I also found out there is a behavior book they keep daily to let us know how our children are doing that my husband didn't share with me and I had no idea existed.  Let's just say it has alot of "comments" in it.  When I told her that I was ADHD, my son is ADHD, and I suspected noodle is ADHD she got this look of relief on her face.  You would have thought I had lifted a weight off of her shoulders.  I think she thought she was going to have to argue with me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to go another year, at least, before approaching this subject with her Dr and my husband but I guess it's time.   I thought my Husband was going to scream when I brought it up with him.   I just kind of grazed the subject I'll go into more depth with him later.  Though the fact she is harder to handle than her brother should have been a tip off for him.  I also don't think her teachers have the first clue how to handle her type of personality they just want to see meds take care of everything.  I will make them no promises there.  I'm not against the meds obviously, but I think they should be saved for older kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-3875659924028814662?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/3875659924028814662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=3875659924028814662' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/3875659924028814662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/3875659924028814662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/09/noodle.html' title='The Noodle'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-8399992744058004077</id><published>2007-08-09T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T18:18:05.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>broken windows</title><content type='html'>In my previous post I mentioned other things going on so I thought I'd share that too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday morning a little before 6am I was about to eat breakfast when my doorbell rang followed by very loud banging on my door.  I about jumped through the roof.  I went to the door to discover a police officer standing on my front porch.  When I opened it he asked if my car window was supposed to be broken.  Of course, I said no.  I went out to look at it and learned that several cars had been broken into in my neighborhood the weird part was that they didn't steal anything.  From looking at the car the officers think they were looking for wallets and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they may have gotten scared off in front of my house because they never opened the doors (they were stilled locked) and the other cars all had their doors open and had been searched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local Toyota dealer ordered a new window for my car and today my husband took it in to be repaired only to be called and told that they ordered the wrong window and the right one will be in Monday. Apparently, my car was made in Japan and they ordered the window for the version made in America.  Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-8399992744058004077?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8399992744058004077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=8399992744058004077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/8399992744058004077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/8399992744058004077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/08/broken-windows.html' title='broken windows'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-8622205794107987397</id><published>2007-08-06T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T04:14:25.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, I'm pissed off</title><content type='html'>EDIT:  I got my package last night.  I called the company who after talking to them didn't strike as if they would look at all.  However, I emailed both UPS and Kohl's who apparently got right on the issue Tuesday morning.  UPS contacted the company too with no luck because the package was sealed up in an industrial wrap for shipment and they hadn't opened it yet and didn't volunteer to look in it for the driver either.  The UPS rep called me back and I could tell she was ready to go a few rounds with these people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About and hour later the receiving company called and said they had found my package and, oops, they had accidently opened it.  I was welcome to come pick it up.  Because of some other things that were going on I didn't have anyone to send over to get it and I couldn't leave work either.  Guess what I called UPS and they went and got and delivered it to my house.  Yeah, all finished with this one.  I'm going to contact UPS and tell them that even this was caused by them I appreciate that their employees went above and beyond to fix the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed an order with Kohl's for some clothes for my upcoming trip with the Goddesses and even had it shipped express air since I wanted to make sure it got here before I leave. I never do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My package arrived in my hometown and was delivered at 10:26 am this morning, but not to my house. It was signed for at a business a couple of miles away from here. Who knows what will happen to my package now. If I'm lucky someone will figure out that I don't work there and give it back to UPS, but more likely I will call and get the run around trying to see if they have it still. I've also emailed UPS and asked them to retrieve it and, oh yeah, please refund my shipping fee since you royally screwed up. I guess I should notify Kohls that this happened too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-8622205794107987397?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8622205794107987397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=8622205794107987397' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/8622205794107987397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/8622205794107987397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/08/okay-im-pissed-off.html' title='Okay, I&apos;m pissed off'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-5088095002429921772</id><published>2007-07-21T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T17:31:26.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly has given me an award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://chattiekat.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/rgb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://chattiekat.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/rgb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly has awarded me a Rockin' girl blogger award. Thank you Kel. &lt;a href="http://kellykline.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kellykline.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl of &lt;a href="http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/"&gt;Underfoot All The Time &lt;/a&gt;- Cheryl is another personal friend that I have known since my teenage years. She's the calm, cool, collected one of the bunch, usually snapping pictures of our incessant insanity. But you have to watch out for her, 'cuz every now and then she'll surprise you with somethin' that you would totally not expect from her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They alway tell me they have to watch out for the quiet ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to nominate someone for this award, but everyone I know has gotten this award.  I guess I'll just sit here and enjoy this one.  Especially since it's probably the only one I'll ever get.  LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-5088095002429921772?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/5088095002429921772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=5088095002429921772' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/5088095002429921772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/5088095002429921772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/07/kelly-has-given-me-award.html' title='Kelly has given me an award'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-4328586334233907468</id><published>2007-07-11T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T18:41:56.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you imagine waking up to this child jumping in your direction?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/RpWB_D2TZyI/AAAAAAAAABw/eG52elMdQrM/s1600-h/wateringplants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086114274549655330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/RpWB_D2TZyI/AAAAAAAAABw/eG52elMdQrM/s320/wateringplants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you know that my A/C went out a few weeks ago and we thought we were about have to replace the whole thing with a new unit. Fortunately, they found a leak and were able to repair it. This just delays the need to replace the unit though. My husband is so afraid the whole thing will give out again he will only run it on about 80 degrees. I'm not thrilled with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided me and the kids should sleep in our room since it is the coolest in the house. So every night the kids trade out who sleeps in the middle (they're sweet because they both want to cuddle with Mommy) and cuddles up to me. I have to sleep on one side of the bed because I get up at night a lot. One night my son was sleeping in the middle with his sister on the other side. She was not thrilled about this. Apparently, in the middle of the night she decided that she wasn't going to sleep away from me. I woke up to see her leaping over her brother and caught her just in time to keep all 40 lbs of her from landing on me. She snuggled to me and went back to sleep. She is so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-4328586334233907468?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/4328586334233907468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=4328586334233907468' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/4328586334233907468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/4328586334233907468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/07/can-you-imagine-waking-up-to-this-child.html' title='Can you imagine waking up to this child jumping in your direction?'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/RpWB_D2TZyI/AAAAAAAAABw/eG52elMdQrM/s72-c/wateringplants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-2846761938850540666</id><published>2007-07-06T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:56:02.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two more</title><content type='html'>I should say I'm thrilled because I have lost two more pounds. I am thrilled, by the way. I'm officially down seven pounds now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having a harder time staying on my diet this week, but knowing that it would be a bad idea to cheat has kept me honest to my diet. Some experts out there think Alli is bad, and you should just diet and you would do great. This is true, except some of us need a little extra incentive to stay with it. Not all of us have the strength of will power to hang in there without help. I 'm one of those.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-2846761938850540666?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/2846761938850540666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=2846761938850540666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/2846761938850540666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/2846761938850540666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/07/two-more.html' title='two more'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-438590482526201679</id><published>2007-07-03T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T19:58:16.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spatulas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/RosMez2TZxI/AAAAAAAAABo/vfBkJaIA_AA/s1600-h/IMG_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083170327871317778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/RosMez2TZxI/AAAAAAAAABo/vfBkJaIA_AA/s320/IMG_0257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What shall we use those for?  We shall see. Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/16763154-438590482526201679?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/438590482526201679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=438590482526201679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/438590482526201679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/438590482526201679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/07/spatulas.html' title='Spatulas'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/RosMez2TZxI/AAAAAAAAABo/vfBkJaIA_AA/s72-c/IMG_0257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-8448587841097132514</id><published>2007-07-01T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T18:23:59.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun weekend with the Godesses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/RohTCj2TZwI/AAAAAAAAABg/TEAjWijm70c/s1600-h/IMG_0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082403482935453442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/RohTCj2TZwI/AAAAAAAAABg/TEAjWijm70c/s320/IMG_0272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hmmmn!  What's in the package?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/RohSrT2TZvI/AAAAAAAAABY/YKZHlYn_XH8/s1600-h/IMG_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082403083503494898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/RohSrT2TZvI/AAAAAAAAABY/YKZHlYn_XH8/s320/IMG_0254.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NO  REALLY we were practicing yoga.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-8448587841097132514?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8448587841097132514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=8448587841097132514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/8448587841097132514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/8448587841097132514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/07/fun-weekend-with-godesses.html' title='Fun weekend with the Godesses'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/RohTCj2TZwI/AAAAAAAAABg/TEAjWijm70c/s72-c/IMG_0272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-1476669257202539247</id><published>2007-06-28T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T17:16:08.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>losing weight the "fun" way</title><content type='html'>I have now lost three more pounds.  Down a total of five.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to add a little help to my diet by purchasing the new over the counter version of orlistat, otherwise known as Alli.  This seems to be helping me alot.  It prevents approximately 25% of the fat you eat from being absorbed by your body.  Since I've been trying to loose weight unsuccessfully for quite some time I'm thrilled with the first week's results.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one problem though if you eat too much fat in one sitting you will get what they call "treatment effects"  this is a fancy way of saying "run for the bathroom."&lt;br /&gt;I've done well and had no effects until last night when I screwed up and ate too much fettucine alfredo, waaayyy to much.  I wound up with severe stomach cramps so bad that I also started throwing up.  I know TMI, but I felt it was relevant.  I will NOT do that again.  I felt terrible all day today too.  Can you say lesson learned?  I knew you could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-1476669257202539247?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/1476669257202539247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=1476669257202539247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/1476669257202539247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/1476669257202539247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/06/losing-weight-fun-way.html' title='losing weight the &quot;fun&quot; way'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-2278396866849060903</id><published>2007-06-24T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T05:40:37.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HMMM!  I like being a Brigitte Bardot</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Brigitte Bardot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatfamouspinupareyouquiz/brigitte-bardot.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naurally sensual and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You're an exotic beauty who turns heads everywhere&lt;br /&gt;You've got a look that's one of a kind&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatfamouspinupareyouquiz/"&gt;What Famous Pinup Are You?&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/16763154-2278396866849060903?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/2278396866849060903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=2278396866849060903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/2278396866849060903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/2278396866849060903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/06/hmmm-i-like-being-brigitte-bardot.html' title='HMMM!  I like being a Brigitte Bardot'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-337791454728275962</id><published>2007-06-16T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T07:27:36.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering</title><content type='html'>Yeeha!  I'm down another pound.  That's two and a half off of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been pondering something, it's not to profound or anything but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is at the end of the day my eight year old son always has dirt or food smeared across the lower right side of his face.  No where else.  My sister says it's because he is right handed and is constantly wiping his hand there.  This is probably true but why.  He washes his hands and I try to get him to use a napkin so why does he keep doing this?  I'll probably never really figure out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-337791454728275962?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/337791454728275962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=337791454728275962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/337791454728275962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/337791454728275962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/06/pondering.html' title='Pondering'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-3930018445985765630</id><published>2007-06-12T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T05:56:36.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight loss update sort of</title><content type='html'>Last week I had lost two pounds, but then we went to my MIL's over the weekend and I ate like a piglet and gained it back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now banging my head against a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm back to eating better though.  I'm thinking about trying something different this time though.  I'm debating between buying the volumetrics book or the rice diet.  I'm not a fad diet kind of person, but I really want to get this weight off sometime soon, and the old way ain't workin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-3930018445985765630?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/3930018445985765630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=3930018445985765630' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/3930018445985765630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/3930018445985765630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/06/weight-loss-update-sort-of.html' title='Weight loss update sort of'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-1242583011566279989</id><published>2007-06-04T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T17:42:21.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must lose weight, must lose weight....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/RmSxUSveKEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/deYhiVWBf1g/s1600-h/IMG_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072374042512468034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/RmSxUSveKEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/deYhiVWBf1g/s320/IMG_0172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I recently decided I need to buckle down and work on losing weight. That probably has something to do with the scale moving upwards. Yeegads!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully, sometime soon I'll be posting svelte pics of me and not my feet on a scale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-1242583011566279989?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/1242583011566279989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=1242583011566279989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/1242583011566279989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/1242583011566279989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/06/must-lose-weight-must-lose-weight.html' title='Must lose weight, must lose weight....'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/RmSxUSveKEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/deYhiVWBf1g/s72-c/IMG_0172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-2542011360511699717</id><published>2007-05-15T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T06:18:47.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/RkmzJTqxaqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iR8b_3qMfkg/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064776228434700962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/RkmzJTqxaqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iR8b_3qMfkg/s320/IMG_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Mother's day we decided to take the kids to Sci-Quest, our local children's science museum, and they had a blast. They have a giant playhouse that the kids can run around in so my daughter decided she would be the "Mommy" and I would be the "daughter." She didn't tell me this so it took me a few minutes to figure out why she kept calling my sweetie. She would decide to go somewhere and tell me to "follow me sweetie." After awhile though I had to convince her that it was time for me to be the mommy again. I wanted to go see what my son was doing and she didn't. It took a little convincing but she finally gave in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played with the giant bubbles and then she learned about making water flow through channels. She wasn't much interested in other areas though. However, when it was time to leave she was not interested I had to tell her that her Dad and brother were waiting by the exit and whether she liked it or not we were leaving. To be little again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-2542011360511699717?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/2542011360511699717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=2542011360511699717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/2542011360511699717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/2542011360511699717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-little-one.html' title='My little one'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/RkmzJTqxaqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iR8b_3qMfkg/s72-c/IMG_0063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-7177500177806401915</id><published>2007-05-13T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T07:38:07.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a new camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/RkcitTqxapI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CXaKw-8Pyk0/s1600-h/sandi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064054467770542738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/RkcitTqxapI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CXaKw-8Pyk0/s320/sandi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my Birthday this week my family gave me a digital camera. I have been playing with it for a few days now. I just got around to downloading the pics today. This one is of my cat Sandi. She is the most easy going of our cats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-7177500177806401915?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/7177500177806401915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=7177500177806401915' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/7177500177806401915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/7177500177806401915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-got-new-camera.html' title='I got a new camera'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCRwv-UopgU/RkcitTqxapI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CXaKw-8Pyk0/s72-c/sandi1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-1141217441532779691</id><published>2007-03-28T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T17:10:34.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strattera update</title><content type='html'>I have, in typical ADHD procrastination, forgotten to update my blog.  Big surprise.  I have been on Strattera for three weeks now and we upped the dose last week.  I have really started to notice the difference.  The big plus is that my hands don't shake on it.  YES!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still zoning out, but I think that is more a side effect of lack of sleep and will only get better as my sleep apnea goes away, which I hope happens soon.  I'm working on losing weight right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strattera works around the clock which is nice because I don't have the ups and downs I had with a medication that wears off at the end of the day.  Sometimes, though, I do miss how I feel off of it too.  I have to make a choice and having my mind calm and focusing on stuff is preferable to the agitation I experience when I go into overload.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if it could force me to get up off my butt and do the boring housework that I hate to do that would be a plus.  I guess I'll just have to keep making myself do that.  sigh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-1141217441532779691?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/1141217441532779691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=1141217441532779691' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/1141217441532779691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/1141217441532779691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/03/strattera-update.html' title='Strattera update'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-8830433266172716258</id><published>2007-03-11T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T16:30:55.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>copying biscuit with a widget</title><content type='html'>I stole this from biscuit because I think it is really cool. It certainly picked up on my traits which is a little scarey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="widget" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" width="340" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-183DE488.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2A5973C5.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6781E621.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-4811A17.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-177C0BDC.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A16A102.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5BFB07FF.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2833BF23.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_631B702E.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3DA9302E.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_494EB337.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-31AF758B.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_5C1B12D6.jpeg&amp;amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=DREAMER&amp;amp;lovelabel=LOVE BUG&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;amp;habitslabel=JUNKIE MONKEY&amp;uid=60479-1037&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd5" bgcolor="#000000" quality="best" enablejavascript="false" allownetworking="internal" allowscriptaccess="never"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: rgb(150,150,150) 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; WIDTH: 340px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 25px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=60479-1037&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd5"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;color:#cccccc;"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/"&gt;Get your own VisualDNA™&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/16763154-8830433266172716258?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8830433266172716258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=8830433266172716258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/8830433266172716258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/8830433266172716258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/03/copying-biscuit-with-widget.html' title='copying biscuit with a widget'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-7606666565854243807</id><published>2007-03-05T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T18:49:47.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing ADHD medications</title><content type='html'>I haven't written about my ADHD in quite awhile mainly because I've been too busy to write anything at all.  I've been off work for the last three days and it has been great.  Unfortunately, I go back to work tomorrow.  Crud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the subject, I quit taking my Ritalin for a while but discovered my symptoms came back with a vengence.  I think I noticed them so strongly because I've had them under control for over a year now.  I'm sure your wondering why I quit taking the Ritalin and it happens to be a reason no one would guess.  I have familial essential tremors and the medicine makes them worse.  What that means is my hands shake sometimes.  Only when they are in use.  This condition has NO connections to Parkinson's so nobody freak out.  It runs in my family and several members of my immediate and extended family have them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I discovered the connection between my meds and the tremors I decided it was time to look for alternatives to my current medication.  Tomorrow I will start taking Strattera.  I'll let you know how it goes.  Ritalin is the only ADHD medication that is believed to worsen tremors so that makes switching easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-7606666565854243807?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/7606666565854243807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=7606666565854243807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/7606666565854243807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/7606666565854243807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/03/changing-adhd-medications.html' title='Changing ADHD medications'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-8640011296166691962</id><published>2007-01-20T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T07:32:36.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She did it again.  Sort of.</title><content type='html'>Well noodle has been testing her teachers to no end this week.  The other day they called me to tell me she had busted the lip of one of classmates.  She hit him with part of a toy.  I will say this is the same kid who constantly pushes her and I'm not surprised she did it.  However, I feel like they are treating her like she is the sole problem.  I mentioned to the director that the other child antognizes her and she said that noodle seems to be learning from him.  I was thinking to myself "NO, she's pissed off and getting him back."  They are getting ready to move her up to the next class and he won't be in it so I think things are going to improve soon.  I hope anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom shall relax now and try not to scream.  Heehee.  When they called me at work to tell me about it I got off the phone and told my co-worker what happened.  Everyone in the room wanted to know who made her mad.  Two of them were people I don't know so I guess they looked at me and figured my kids were the type who had to be pushed into behaving like that.  They would be right.  The kid she hit tried to choke her about a month ago.  He also picks on her regularly.  I told her to play with some of the others, but for some reason she likes this kid.  I hope this is not a pattern that she sticks with or I may never let her date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-8640011296166691962?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8640011296166691962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=8640011296166691962' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/8640011296166691962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/8640011296166691962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/01/she-did-it-again-sort-of.html' title='She did it again.  Sort of.'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-1907430700413449294</id><published>2007-01-11T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T15:21:33.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>daughter sent home from daycare</title><content type='html'>Well today was fun.  I got up and sent the kids to school today.  My noodle (for those who don't know my daughter) didn't act like she really wanted to go.  Then I got myself off to work.  I didn't want to go either, but that's life.  A couple of hours into work my cell phone rings, and I can't answer it because I'm busy.  I figured it was just my hubby and it was no big deal.  A moment later the office phone rings and it's the daycare.  It turns out that noodle decided to be very difficult today and threw herself down on the floor in a flaming fit.  They wanted me to come get her.  Now my ADHD son has never had this happen and my daughter has never thown herself on the floor like that.  I called my boss and she let me go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pick her up I could tell the daycare people thought I was going to  get angry at them and were being very careful explaining things to me.  I'm guessing other parents have lost it before.  I asked questions about her behavior for the week and found out she had been like this for a few days.  (Thanks for letting me know before you toss her out for the day.)  I took her to the Dr to make sure she wasn't sick and all appears well except tonight she gagged and almost threw up.  Then went right back to normal.  Go figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally thing this has to do with her regular teacher being out following surgery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did notice that when I went back later to get my son the daycare people were looking at noodle like she was a terrible child.  It was making me angry.  She is going tomorrow and apologizing to her teacher again and we're going to work on it.  There is a boy in her class that antagonizes her too.  Time to deal with it and I think that will fix the problem.  (crossing fingers)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-1907430700413449294?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/1907430700413449294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=1907430700413449294' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/1907430700413449294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/1907430700413449294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2007/01/daughter-sent-home-from-daycare.html' title='daughter sent home from daycare'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-116602034039045135</id><published>2006-12-13T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T06:33:44.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;lj-cut text='my xmas stocking'&gt;&lt;table border=0 cellpadding=1 cellspacing=0 width=402&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=green align=center&gt;&lt;font color=white face=Arial&gt;Xmas Stocking&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=green&gt;&lt;table border=0 cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 width=400&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;table border=0 cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 width=400&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://xmas.combatcards.net/images/top.gif'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://xmas.combatcards.net/images/49/49480.gif'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://xmas.combatcards.net/images/bottom.gif'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=red align=center&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color=white&gt;leave a gift for thehipster&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=green align=left&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color=white&gt;&lt;form method='post' action='http://xmas.combatcards.net/addgift.php'&gt;&lt;input type=hidden name=user_uid value=49480&gt;&lt;input type=hidden name=system value=1&gt;your username: &lt;input type=text name=username maxlength=30 size=20&gt;&lt;br&gt;your gift: &lt;input type=text name=gift maxlength=30 size=25&gt; &lt;font size=1&gt;(30 characters or less)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=green align=center&gt;&lt;input type=submit value='put gift in stocking'&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=red align=center&gt;&lt;a href='http://xmas.combatcards.net/createstocking.php?parent_uid=49480&amp;system=1'&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color=white&gt;get your stocking&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=red align=center&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.snoglondon.com' title='sponsor'&gt;&lt;img src='http://xmas.combatcards.net/images/sl.gif' border=0 alt='dating website' height=1 width=400&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/lj-cut&gt;&lt;font face=Arial Color=white&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-116602034039045135?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/116602034039045135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=116602034039045135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/116602034039045135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/116602034039045135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-love-christmas.html' title='I love Christmas!'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-116519894274653233</id><published>2006-12-03T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T18:22:22.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged, you're it.</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by siren.  The rules say to post 6 weird things about myself and then tag 6 people at the end.  I'm not going to tag anyone because everyone I know has already been tagged.  However, if you read this post and haven't done it yet consider yourself tagged.  Heheheh.  Gotcha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I will eat cheesecake while drinking beer.  It's not as strange as it sounds.  Try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I have a cell phone, but no one ever calls it so I'm always surprised when it does ring.  My co-workers don't understand why it doesn't bother me to leave it at home or in my car.  The only time anyone ever calls is when I do leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I don't like large crowds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I love Disney World.  Crowds and all.  (Think about it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I can't stand masks on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I've only had one cavity in my life.  I didn't get it until a couple of years ago.  I'm also missing four teeth.  I never had them in the first place.  Guess why I wore braces in high school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-116519894274653233?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/116519894274653233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=116519894274653233' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/116519894274653233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/116519894274653233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/12/tagged-youre-it.html' title='tagged, you&apos;re it.'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-116519636349298931</id><published>2006-12-03T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T17:39:23.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>had to share-I stole it from Siren</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/midas_touch.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-116519636349298931?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/116519636349298931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=116519636349298931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/116519636349298931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/116519636349298931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/12/had-to-share-i-stole-it-from-siren.html' title='had to share-I stole it from Siren'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-116420932184907460</id><published>2006-11-22T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T07:28:42.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update on bus wreck</title><content type='html'>I was just going to edit my previous post, but I decided instead to write more in a new post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday a fourth Student passed away.  Her family was told shortly after noon.  I was at work and was there when they were told the horrible news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day I was so busy running around taking care of our work I didn't have time to stop and think.  I heard the tears and screams of the families that day and but I was still in shock.  It wasn't until  yesterday as I heard a Mother crying she no longer had her baby that it I began to lose it.  However we still had people to care for and they came first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My co-worker and one of the hospital staff went into high gear helping keep this poor mother concious and I just made sure our people were okay.  Another one of our staff is a part time minister and was able to be there for her and the family as well.  He himself had a family member on the school bus.  Fortunately, his relative only had minor injuries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still many students still in the hospital and the bus driver is still in critical condition with severe back injuries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug your children and other loved ones close.  Always remember how special they are to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-116420932184907460?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/116420932184907460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=116420932184907460' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/116420932184907460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/116420932184907460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/11/update-on-bus-wreck.html' title='update on bus wreck'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-116408560882920969</id><published>2006-11-20T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T21:08:36.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray</title><content type='html'>I wanted to ask anyone who reads this to say prayers and keep in your thoughts the family, friends and Medical personal, fire dept., and police officers who worked one of the worst accidents our city has ever seen today. Today they experienced the worst nightmare of all accidents, a School Bus traveling on our local interstate rolled off of the overpass and crashed to the ground below. There where 42 students and the driver on the bus. All of the students attend a local High School. There were three fatalities and many critical injuries. Their families and friends are devastated, but the people taking care of them are also feeling the pain. Please everyone hold them fast in your hearts because they need it right now. I should also add the community has come together today and is offering support in many different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to one of many articles about the wreck. &lt;a href="http://waff.com/Global/story.asp?S=5708431"&gt;http://waff.com/Global/story.asp?S=5708431&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-116408560882920969?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/116408560882920969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=116408560882920969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/116408560882920969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/116408560882920969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/11/please-pray.html' title='Please pray'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-116398483894126314</id><published>2006-11-19T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T17:07:18.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not surprising</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Interpersonal Intelligence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/interpersonal.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shine in your ability to realate to and understand others.&lt;br /&gt;Good at seeing others' points of view, you get how people think and feel.&lt;br /&gt;You have an uncanny ability to sense true feelings, intentions, and motivations.&lt;br /&gt;A natural born leader, you are great at teaching and mediating conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good counselor, salesperson, politician, or business person.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&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/16763154-116398483894126314?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/116398483894126314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=116398483894126314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/116398483894126314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/116398483894126314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/11/not-surprising.html' title='not surprising'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-116337958745230733</id><published>2006-11-12T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:59:47.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a few quizes here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type is Pensive and Philosophical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/pensive.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You blog like no one else is reading...&lt;br /&gt;You tend to use your blog to explore ideas - often in long winded prose.&lt;br /&gt;Easy going and flexible, you tend to befriend other bloggers easily.&lt;br /&gt;But if they disagree with once too much, you'll pull them from your blogroll!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 60% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so weird, you think you're *totally* normal. Right?&lt;br /&gt;But you wig out even the biggest of circus freaks!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Drive a Ford Explorer SportTrac&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/what2007carshouldyoudrivequiz/ford-explorer.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough and supercharged, you have some rather extreme driving practices.&lt;br /&gt;You've been known to intimidate a few drivers. You rule the road.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/what2007carshouldyoudrivequiz/"&gt;What 2007 Car Should You Drive?&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/16763154-116337958745230733?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/116337958745230733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=116337958745230733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/116337958745230733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/116337958745230733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/11/few-quizes-here.html' title='a few quizes here.'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-115996858708444947</id><published>2006-10-04T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T06:34:15.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><content type='html'>Well, as many of you know I returned to the full time work world a few months ago. I actually enjoy the work I do and the public I work with, however, the work enviroment has become increasingly worse. My bosses appear to be trying to fix it so I'm hanging in there but I don't know for how much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently became the target of some coworkers who are systematically trying to get some of us to quit. Through tears I fought back. I don't think they were expecting me to stand my ground. Believe me I have wanted to run for the door several times over the last couple of weeks and I still may. I might as well tell you I'm in the minorty at my place of employment and those in the majority are working to keep it that way. They want people like me gone, and no I'm not imagining this. I think my bosses think I am though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinking deeper into a depressive state and fighting everyday to reach the surface for some air. Sometimes it comes, sometimes I'm still swimming with everything I've got. I just want to go to work and enjoy what I'm doing, but when all you want to do is cry and crawl into a corner somewhere it's not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people in other departments will say hi to me in the mornings with the standard greeting of "How are you?" I always answer "fine," but inside I feel like I'm lying and that they can see it on my face. I'm not hiding it well anymore. My boss wanted to talk to me about something else entirely and I broke down in tears. We talked about things and tried to find some resolutions, but I wish she had never seen that side of me. I've worked hard to control my emotions (unfortunately, when your ADHD emotional control can be difficult) and lately I've lost a lot of what I spent a lifetime working on. Right now the tears have been flowing, but if they keep pushing me my temper will surface and good sense may not stop me from letting someone have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it more concisely "I'm being pushed to the limit and I don't know how far I can go before I collapse."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-115996858708444947?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/115996858708444947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=115996858708444947' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/115996858708444947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/115996858708444947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/10/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-115357949842077673</id><published>2006-07-22T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T07:44:58.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO, I didn't disappear.  I'm here somewhere, I think.</title><content type='html'>I stole this from biscuit, but since I hadn't posted in a while it seemed like a good way to jump back in.  I found it funny because in my new job everyone thinks I'm the straight laced conservative one.  I'm enjoying shocking the hell out of them.  They think I don't cuss or think about sex at all.  One day an associate told me to cover my ears before she read a text message.  I didn't hear her say it and busted out laughing when she read the message.  She and the others were suprised.  It is an interested experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results of Your Sex Personality Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your score = 83&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="analysis"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your score mean?&lt;br /&gt;The results of the test suggest that you are very open-minded when it comes to sexuality. You seem to welcome new experiences within the realm of sex and even if you aren't comfortable with a particular ingredient of sex, you are very nonjudgmental of those who indulge themselves. You are not threatened by the diverse sexual tastes that make this world go round. In fact, you seem to be willing to tolerate sexual behavior that colors outside of the lines of 'normalcy,' as long as both partners are into it. Keep up the healthy attitude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-115357949842077673?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/115357949842077673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=115357949842077673' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/115357949842077673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/115357949842077673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-i-didnt-disappear-im-here-somewhere.html' title='NO, I didn&apos;t disappear.  I&apos;m here somewhere, I think.'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-114851839469290398</id><published>2006-05-24T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T17:53:14.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy, busy, busy</title><content type='html'>Well I haven't posted for a good reason.  I HAVE A JOB!  I haven't been home to post.  I got the job I interviewed for and have been training this week.  I won't be able to look online while I'm at work so I don't know how much I'll be around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids started day care this week and we made the mistake of signing them up for somewhere that could take both of them.  That was stupid because my initial instincts were screaming NO! to this place.  I didn't see anything terrible I just knew.  My husband went there in the middle of the day Mon. and Tues. and noticed the kids were outside all day. (my kids sunburn easily and the daycares are not allowed to apply sunscreen)  They went in for short breaks, but that was it.  On Tuesday when they put my daughter down for a nap she started crying so the teacher put her in the hall so she wouldn't wake the other children.  (The teacher actually told me she did this)  We asked my son about it and he told us he saw her sleeping in the hallway with no adults around.  They are not going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I got up and called the daycare I wanted her to go to and they took her right in.  I walked in there and just knew it was the right place.  She had a blast.  They even put her hair in pigtails.  When I came home I didn't recognize her.  I actually looked at her and wondered who this little girl was who was in my house.  Then I realized it was my noodle.  It was funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son spent the day with a friend who has agreed to watch him for the rest of the week.  I have to hit up my parents for next week and then he will spend the summer at our school's summer program.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a busy week to say the least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-114851839469290398?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/114851839469290398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=114851839469290398' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114851839469290398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114851839469290398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/05/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy, busy, busy'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-114787125294590170</id><published>2006-05-17T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T06:07:32.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's day</title><content type='html'>Well my Mother's day was a quiet one.  The kids couldn't wait to give me my gifts.  They were so cute.  They were so excited they forgot the flowers.  I had to remind my daughter to go get them.   On Saturday night I said something to my husband about Mother's day and he stood there stunned.  He had forgotten it was on Sunday.  Nevermind the fact only a few days before I had to remind him to buy a card for his mother.  Yes, he did mail it.  So as soon as my son got out of his bath and dressed they took off for the store.  I told him something small was fine.  Nothing fancy.  My son picked out a reece's cups big pack (they were gone by the end of the day) and a cute stuffed doggy toy.  He also picked out a dozen roses.  Then we went to dinner that night.  We had Chinese at our favorite restaurant.  I've never been wished Happy Mother's day so many times.  Everyone who worked there kept saying it to me, and you could tell they meant it.  Probably because at the time I was the only Mom in there with her kids.  It was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I went and filled out more paperwork for the job I'm trying to get and ordered my uniforms.  As long as I pass my drug test with no problems I start soon.  I'm on the hunt for daycare.  That is not as easy as it seems.  I need summer care for my son too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-114787125294590170?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/114787125294590170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=114787125294590170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114787125294590170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114787125294590170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-114743877865979187</id><published>2006-05-12T05:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T06:22:23.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to say something</title><content type='html'>I know I don't talk about politics on my blog, but today I am. I'm coming out. I am a member of Moveon.org. They are working to save internet neutrality. Essentially we are trying to stop the government from allowing private companies too much control over the internet. Is some on these companies get their way when we begin looking for web sites we will only find the companies that have paid to be found. I don't like that one bit. I already pay to view the internet via my subscription I want what's on the other end to stay accessible to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to use the one the one that has this qoute: "The internet can't be free." AT&amp;T CEO Ed Whitacre but it wouldn't show up. ATT is one of the main companies behind the push to take control of the internet. Google and other search engines are actively fighting to stop them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.savetheinternet.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="Save the Internet: Click here" src="http://www.savetheinternet.com/images/blog_image.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to learn more.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.moveon.org/r?r=1771&amp;id=7594-6213013-QHkwtl.KoDYzhUmNsr4vZA&amp;amp;t=3" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.moveon.org/r?r=1771&amp;id=7594-6213013-QHkwtl.KoDYzhUmNsr4vZA&amp;amp;t=3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-114743877865979187?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/114743877865979187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=114743877865979187' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114743877865979187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114743877865979187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/05/time-to-say-something.html' title='Time to say something'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-114735417404147969</id><published>2006-05-11T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T06:29:34.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>next step</title><content type='html'>Well I go back in for "phase 1" of the hiring process today.  I have no idea what that means.  The other day when I was interviewed she said I would be called back for a second interview if I passed the test they gave me.  They want driving record info today so I guess they are going to make sure I can drive to destination's for work.  I think it's time to find out how much this position pays, and if I should start looking for day care for my kids.  That would be good to know.  She did tell me they were going to hire more than they needed to fill the positions.  That kind of thing always makes me nervous.  However if I can get in there, and stay with it, I can get the training I need for a Lab job somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-114735417404147969?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/114735417404147969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=114735417404147969' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114735417404147969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114735417404147969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/05/next-step.html' title='next step'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-114713707222330586</id><published>2006-05-08T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:11:12.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to hide now!</title><content type='html'>I have been sick the past two days and I can't believe I'm still awake, but I am.  Tomorrow is my 39th birthday and I'm a little freaked out.  Can you say AUuuuugh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I have never reacted to a birthday before but this one is getting to me.  It may have something to do with me having a job interview tomorrow.  This is for a job unlike what I have done before, but I have a good feeling so cross your fingers for me.  A prayer wouldn't hurt either.  I'm going to have to go back to work full time if we have any hope of ever buying a bigger house.  Lately, we've been pretty broke which is another good reason for it, but the biggest reason is that I've been going a bit stir crazy and I think going back to work would be good for me.  Oh yeah, I'm getting thinner and I'm starting to really notice the difference my weightloss efforts are making.  Building muscle doesn't hurt either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-114713707222330586?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/114713707222330586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=114713707222330586' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114713707222330586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114713707222330586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-going-to-hide-now.html' title='I&apos;m going to hide now!'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-114674732255175525</id><published>2006-05-04T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T05:55:22.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my life rated</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #333333 1px solid; MARGIN: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #333333 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #333333 1px solid" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffddbb; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: bold 16px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;This Is My Life, Rated&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 18px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #333333 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Life:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 18px sans-serif; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 240px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #333333 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/grebar.gif" width="120" /&gt; 6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Mind:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 240px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelbar.gif" width="92" /&gt; 4.6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Body:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 240px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/grebar.gif" width="114" /&gt; 5.7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Spirit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 240px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/grebar.gif" width="112" /&gt; 5.6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Friends/Family:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 240px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/grebar.gif" width="116" /&gt; 5.8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 240px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blupurbar.gif" width="182" /&gt; 9.1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Finance:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 240px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelgrebar.gif" width="108" /&gt; 5.4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffeedd; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: bold 14px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #0000ff" href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/rate_my_life.html"&gt;Take the Rate My Life Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I stole this from biscuit.  My life looks pretty average, but I have lots of love in it.  Since I see that as the most important thing I like that alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-114674732255175525?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/114674732255175525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=114674732255175525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114674732255175525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114674732255175525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-life-rated.html' title='my life rated'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-114651687777442386</id><published>2006-05-01T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T13:54:37.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Saturday</title><content type='html'>We had a interesting weekend and mostly lots of fun.  We started it with Silent Saturday at my son's soccer game.  Silent Saturday is when parents and coaches are asked to not yell during the game.  Some of the parents were not happy about this even though we were allowed to clap.  One team made signs to hold up.  The lady incharge apparently got a lot of nasty emails on the subject and even argued with a grandparent on the previous Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She's a tough one though she doesn't take anything from anybody.  I was the only person I knew that didn't have a problem with it.  I figured the point was to shut up the people who get really nasty and yell stuff at their kids.  ( and yes that was reason)  They did tell us that morning we could say "good job" and other encouragment though.  I got a little peaved with our coach's wife because she didn't want to give it a chance and when we were all called together before the game so the soccer president could explain the day she &lt;em&gt;refused&lt;/em&gt; to join us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game we were walking by them on the way back to our car, and she asked her daughter if she liked playing better that day.  She told her mother she did.  That it was nice to play without being yelled at, and my son agreed it was easier not to hear all the yelling.  The kids all played better and had more fun that day because we sideline people shut up.  Surprise, surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day my son had a roller skating birthday party to attend and I had to take my three year old too.  I was concerned because I didn't know what she would do there since she doesn't skate.  I'm glad I took our toddler skates along because she put them on, and got out on the floor, and skated with the big kids.  She had a blast.  My son on the other hand stayed on the carpet, but he still had a great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went out to eat and I ordered a steak (at a steak restaurant) and it came out with one side burned.  I tasted it and noticed it didn't taste right but I attributed that to its being burned.  Since it was so bad I sent it back.  I don't normally do that because in my younger days I worked in a restaurant and I know that doesn't go over well.  It took so long my husband shared his steak with me and I asked them to box the new one to go.  They were very nice about and even gave me a baked potato to go with it.  Unfortunately, that piece of meat is still in my fridge because later that night I got sick from food poisoning.  I realized the steak tasting funny wasn't from it being burned.  I'm glad I only took two bites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-114651687777442386?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/114651687777442386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=114651687777442386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114651687777442386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114651687777442386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/05/silent-saturday.html' title='Silent Saturday'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-114528296046138904</id><published>2006-04-17T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T07:09:20.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy weekend</title><content type='html'>Well the others have posted about it already, but I live here so of course I'm late.  We had such a good time seeing each other last week.  The weekend turned out to be exhausting but I survived it.  Saturday alone my family had a soccer game to attend, then we went to picnic with my friends and their families on the mountain.  Later that day we got together with my extended family and had a portrait made.  I did all this on five hours sleep which for me isn't much.  To say the least, I crashed early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such great time at the picnic until my poor son started feeling bad.  I think he was just worn out after his soccer game.  We had fun though.  My daughter didn't want to leave.  She was having way to much fun.  Thanks to Kelly's oldest daughter Emily for running around the playground with noodle she just loved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-114528296046138904?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/114528296046138904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=114528296046138904' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114528296046138904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114528296046138904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/04/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy weekend'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-114415664943529746</id><published>2006-04-04T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T06:17:29.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this and that</title><content type='html'>I haven't "weighed in" in a while.  Okay, bad humor but who cares.  I just realized I haven't been negligent in my writing.  I'm not surprised though I've felt more like playing video games during my free time than writing.  I did want to say I'm still working out and boy do I feel it now.  My muscles are sore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son has begun spring soccer so we have gotten into the full swing of that too.  He is so excited to be playing again.  My three-year-old daughter and one of the player's on the team have the same name so when they called the girl to throw in the ball my noodle went running to play the game.  She was not thrilled when I told her they weren't calling her, but the other girl.   She did find the mud though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my son he had a mishap at school yesterday.  Two girls were running and they collided.  When that happened one of them also ran into him and left teeth marks in his forehead.  My understanding was that the girls were bleeding pretty good.  They all went to the clinic.  The school called me to tell me about the accident, but didn't see a need for him to go home.  Then they called me back so I picked him and took him to the Dr.  Apparently, we narrowly avoided an orbital "blowout" fracture.  He will be fine, but may develop a black eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-114415664943529746?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/114415664943529746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=114415664943529746' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114415664943529746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114415664943529746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-and-that.html' title='this and that'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-114338395351261260</id><published>2006-03-26T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T06:44:52.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weight loss</title><content type='html'>I've been working out all week which is surprising since it has been spring break.  To begin with I gained weight but now it's dropping off.  Yeah!  Three pounds so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my shoulders are sore because of lifting weights.  I've been walking the area around the pond by the gym but it got to cold for that so I've also been on the tread mill.  The trainer and I are going to rework my program to help lose the weight better.  She thinks we can speed things up a bit.  This for health purposes since I have sleep apnea.  After that subsides I'll slow it back to a normal one to two pounds a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-114338395351261260?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/114338395351261260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=114338395351261260' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114338395351261260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114338395351261260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/03/weight-loss.html' title='weight loss'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-114338386105592868</id><published>2006-03-26T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T06:37:41.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>I tried to do this twice but something happened both times to keep me from finishing.  I'm trying again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="114304031880843821"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four jobs you have had in your life:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cashier for Hardee's&lt;br /&gt;2. waitress at Godfather's Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;3. Concession stand employee at local movie theater&lt;br /&gt;4.  Box office employee at local movie theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Movies you would watch over and over: (in noparticular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Star Wars (all of them)&lt;br /&gt;2. Star Trek  (most of them)&lt;br /&gt;3. You've Got Mail&lt;br /&gt;4.  While You Were Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places you have lived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Eufaula, AL&lt;br /&gt;2. Florence, AL&lt;br /&gt;3. Huntsville, AL&lt;br /&gt;4.  Madison, AL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV shows you love to watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CSI&lt;br /&gt;2. Law and Order&lt;br /&gt;3. Criminal Minds&lt;br /&gt;4. Cold Case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places You want to visit before you die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Crete&lt;br /&gt;2.  Yosemite&lt;br /&gt;3.  Grand Canyon (again)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Cedar point park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places you have been on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Panama City Beach&lt;br /&gt;2. Orlando&lt;br /&gt;3. Washington D.C.&lt;br /&gt;4. Indian Rock Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four websites I visit daily:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. msn.com&lt;br /&gt;2. yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;3. I village&lt;br /&gt;4.  blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;2.  bananas&lt;br /&gt;3.  Peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;4.  milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I would rather be right now: (notnecessarily any particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the beach&lt;br /&gt;2. taking a warm bath&lt;br /&gt;3. on a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;4. With my hubby in bed.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone I know has been tagged so if you read this and want to do it, go for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-114338386105592868?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/114338386105592868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=114338386105592868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114338386105592868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114338386105592868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-114312783960780092</id><published>2006-03-23T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T07:30:39.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind of neat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="COLOR: black" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#a8ffb3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Linguistic Profile:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60% General American English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a8ffb3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20% Dixie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20% Yankee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a8ffb3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0% Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0% Upper Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/amenglishdialecttest/"&gt;What Kind of American English Do You Speak?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stole this from Memphis Steve who stole it from someone else.  I like it because I think it shows what I hear alot:  "Where are from?  You arent from here."  People are usually surprised to find out that I'm a true Southerner and have lived here all my life. &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/16763154-114312783960780092?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/114312783960780092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=114312783960780092' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114312783960780092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114312783960780092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/03/kind-of-neat.html' title='Kind of neat.'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-114251744601783348</id><published>2006-03-16T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T05:57:26.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I swiped this from Lola</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DEDEDE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Fierce Femme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F4F4F4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howdaringareyouquiz/fierce-femme.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a wild side, and you aren't afraid to bring it out when the time is right.&lt;br /&gt;But you also know when to hang back and keep your "crazy chick" persona in check.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, some of your friends may be surprised to find out how far you can take it...&lt;br /&gt;You may look mild mannered, but it's all an act!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howdaringareyouquiz/"&gt;How Daring Are You?&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/16763154-114251744601783348?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/114251744601783348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=114251744601783348' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114251744601783348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114251744601783348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-swiped-this-from-lola.html' title='I swiped this from Lola'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-114243377462030398</id><published>2006-03-15T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T06:42:54.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go ahead and laugh because I'm clutzy.</title><content type='html'>Well, I have a story to tell about being a clutz, and why it's unwise to leave stuff on the floor in my path.  Yesterday I started cleaning out my kitchen cabinets to make room for all the stuff I have crammed in them.  Last night I got into the cabinet with my plastic storage containers and spread them all over the floor.  Then I neatly stacked them up and decided I would finish with them today.  Big mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up this morning and fixed breakfast for the kids and got stuff ready to go.  I walked all around this stuff and never once ran into anything.  Then I decided to have a bowl of cereal.  Bowl in hand I turned to walk to the table and stepped on a plastic lid.  Now remember I have tile floors now.  I went "ice skating" across the floor on my left foot and couldn't stop.  I got my first flying lesson with my right leg high in the air, and then dropped the bowl.  Of course it broke.  I landed square in the middle of the kitchen floor yelling DAMN! on the way down.  My son asked me if I had broken my leg and I assured him I hadn't. Just my ego.  Though I wasn't entirely sure something wasn't hurt.  My husband came in and admonished me for cussing in front of the kids and then left.  I "thanked" him for asking if I was okay.  To which he informed me that since I was just sitting there he figured I wasn't hurt.  He then helped me clean up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started making jokes about ice skating in the kitchen and that had not been my plans for this morning.  I'd rather be making jokes now than telling people well I'm on crutches because......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-114243377462030398?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/114243377462030398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=114243377462030398' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114243377462030398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114243377462030398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/03/go-ahead-and-laugh-because-im-clutzy.html' title='Go ahead and laugh because I&apos;m clutzy.'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-114225966224413697</id><published>2006-03-13T06:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T06:21:02.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, I know I've said this before...</title><content type='html'>I'm starting a new diet today.  I have been so frustrated with my inability to lose weight mainly because I lose momentum quickly.  Yesterday I got a kick in the butt that made me rethink my reasoning.  I was standing in line to place some things in a kids consigment sale and saw my reflection in a wall of windows.  It was a side view and it made realize how big I really am.  There were other people of varying sizes and I was the biggest one.  OUCH!  The windows didn't distort either so it was kind of scarey.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know your saying to yourselves "She sees herself in the mirror everyday why would this suddenly change things now?"  I do, but I make a point of looking at myself from the front not the side.  Not as frightening size wise.  It was enlightening to see myself from a distance and sideways.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting out at 210 so I'm going to post how I do on here.  Just once a week though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-114225966224413697?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/114225966224413697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=114225966224413697' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114225966224413697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114225966224413697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/03/okay-i-know-ive-said-this-before_13.html' title='Okay, I know I&apos;ve said this before...'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-114191378779875769</id><published>2006-03-09T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T06:16:33.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay, I got a little happy with these.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF8C2" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFCE3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a little scarred from your past relationships, but who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important to you that your lover is very attractive. You like to have someone to show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fights, you speak your mind and don't hold back. You know you're right, and you can get quite angry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting over a break-up doesn't take long. Easy come, easy go.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/"&gt;Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who Should Paint You: Andy Warhol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/andy-warhol.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got an interested edge that would be reflected in any portrait&lt;br /&gt;You don't need any fancy paint techniques to stand out from the crowd!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/"&gt;What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Animal Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/theanimalpersonalitytest/animal3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Power Animal: Eagle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal You Were in a Past Life: Whale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are active, a challenger, and optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;Hard-working, you are always working towards a set goal.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theanimalpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Animal Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-114191378779875769?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/114191378779875769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=114191378779875769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114191378779875769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114191378779875769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/03/okay-i-got-little-happy-with-these.html' title='okay, I got a little happy with these.'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-114125541880226507</id><published>2006-03-01T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T15:34:52.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreaming soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Dreaming Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/dreaming-soul.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you away from this world&lt;br /&gt;So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time&lt;br /&gt;You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all...&lt;br /&gt;But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses.&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others.&lt;br /&gt;Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, and Traveler Soul&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&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/16763154-114125541880226507?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/114125541880226507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=114125541880226507' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114125541880226507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114125541880226507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/03/dreaming-soul.html' title='dreaming soul'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-114114429340134390</id><published>2006-02-28T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T08:33:07.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting</title><content type='html'>Okay, I stole this from Memphis Steve who stole it from Binsk (whom I don't know) but I thought it was interesting so I tried it. Here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Judd, Mira Sorvino, and Helen Hunt are all gorgeous so I liked those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Sinise: The scarey part was I saw the strongest resemblence here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil Gaiman: I have no clue who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yael Bar Zohar and Alizee: Again no clue, but they are pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Watson and Judy Garland: Pretty strong resemblance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Principal: She's beautiful too, but I didn't see the connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myheritage.com/FP/Company/face_recognition.php?s=1&amp;lang=EN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-114114429340134390?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/114114429340134390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=114114429340134390' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114114429340134390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114114429340134390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/02/interesting.html' title='interesting'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-114104863718442620</id><published>2006-02-27T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T05:57:17.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have my kitchen back</title><content type='html'>As of eight o'clock last night my kitchen became usable.  Yippee!  I have no words to describe how happy I am.  The tile looks great.  The kitchen feels smaller though because all the furniture is back in there, but at least the living room is back to normal.  I still have alot of work to do on the kitchen such as painting, but that is my stuff so at least my husband won't have to listen to me wishing he were done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did make one discovery that I was trying to prevent.  I washed all the dishes and put them away before we vacated the kitchen and planned to use paper plates and plastic cups.  This worked well for me and the kids, but by husband kept going into the kitchen and using the regular ones.  He wouldn't wash them though he would just pile them in the sink.  The other day he put some in the dishwasher but not the silverware.  This morning I went to empty out the rest of the sink and found a disgusting mess underneath.  I was not happy.  I had tried to prevent this from happening.  What really surprised me though was that the kitchen didn't smell bad from it.  Well it's cleaned up now and I have to put the pantry back together next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-114104863718442620?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/114104863718442620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=114104863718442620' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114104863718442620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114104863718442620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-my-kitchen-back.html' title='I have my kitchen back'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-114062856246487955</id><published>2006-02-22T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T09:16:03.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At home with a "sick" child</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's time to actually write something instead of posting quizzes.  I was supposed to go talk to my son's class today about photography, but I had to postpone it because he got sick at school yesterday and can't go back until tomorrow.  He feel's fine today though.  Go figure.  I needed to go to Walmart today so I took him with me; instead of buying him a hotwheel I told him if he wanted something I would get him a book.  This seemed like a good idea at the time.  He loves to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the books I found a cheap copy of the Chronicles of Narnia and got it for him then he was supposed to pick out something else.  He wanted a coloring book, but he never colors so I told him to pick out a regular book.  This turned into a battle of wills finally I told him that he had to pick something because I was leaving and started walking away.  He grabbed a book but wasn't happy about it.  After we got to the checkout line I saw a Disney Adventure magazine.  I gave him a choice between that and the book he grabbed since he said he didn't want it.  Instead of making him happy it only made things worse he threw a fit.  We finally checked out, and he calmed down, then he got upset again when I asked him to help load the car.  When we got home he did help unload and calmly went to his room.  He also took the book and is in there happily reading it.  Can you say Mom is ready to scream.   I had hoped we would have some fun together today we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-114062856246487955?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/114062856246487955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=114062856246487955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114062856246487955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114062856246487955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/02/at-home-with-sick-child.html' title='At home with a &quot;sick&quot; child'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-114056626240511630</id><published>2006-02-21T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T15:57:43.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>personality test</title><content type='html'>Okay, I had to try it and like biscuit I found it to be surprisingly accurate to the way I view myself. In other ways I found it revealing to me also.   Take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com/report.php?k=OKnkyeCmoWDnWUT-IO-CADAA-f123"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Personal Dna Report &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-114056626240511630?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/114056626240511630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=114056626240511630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114056626240511630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/114056626240511630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/02/personality-test.html' title='personality test'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-113987156917296800</id><published>2006-02-13T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T14:08:32.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I stole this from the Siren here's my Johari Window. Feel free to add to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align:center;border-spacing:0px; border-collapse:collapse;"&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border:1px solid #000;padding:4px;width:50%;vertical-align:top;background:#ccf"&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin:0px"&gt;Arena&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="font-size:0.7em"&gt;(known to self and others)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000055"&gt;sympathetic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#0000FF; font-weight:bold"&gt;trustworthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border:1px solid #000;padding:4px;width:50%;vertical-align:top;background:#fcc"&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin:0px"&gt;Blind Spot&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="font-size:0.7em"&gt;(known only to others)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#550000"&gt;adaptable&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#550000"&gt;calm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#FF0000; font-weight:bold"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#AA0000; font-weight:bold"&gt;cheerful&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#550000"&gt;clever&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#550000"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#AA0000; font-weight:bold"&gt;dependable&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#550000"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#550000"&gt;helpful&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#550000"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#AA0000; font-weight:bold"&gt;knowledgable&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#550000"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#AA0000; font-weight:bold"&gt;modest&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#550000"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#AA0000; font-weight:bold"&gt;sensible&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#550000"&gt;shy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#AA0000; font-weight:bold"&gt;warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border:1px solid #000;padding:4px;width:50%;vertical-align:top;background:#cfc"&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin:0px"&gt;Façade&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="font-size:0.7em"&gt;(known only to self)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; friendly, independent, intelligent, self-conscious&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border:1px solid #000;padding:4px;width:50%;background:#ccc"&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin:0px"&gt;Unknown&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="font-size:0.7em"&gt;(known to nobody)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:0.8em"&gt; able, accepting, bold, brave, complex, dignified, energetic, extroverted, giving, idealistic, ingenious, introverted, logical, mature, nervous, observant, organised, powerful, proud, quiet, reflective, relaxed, religious, responsive, searching, self-assertive, sentimental, silly, spontaneous, tense, wise, witty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Dominant Traits&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;60%&lt;/b&gt; of people think that thehipster01 is &lt;b&gt;caring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;60%&lt;/b&gt; of people agree that thehipster01 is &lt;b&gt;trustworthy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;All Percentages&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;able (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;accepting (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;adaptable&lt;/b&gt; (20%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;bold (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;brave (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;calm&lt;/b&gt; (20%) &lt;b&gt;caring&lt;/b&gt; (60%) &lt;b&gt;cheerful&lt;/b&gt; (40%) &lt;b&gt;clever&lt;/b&gt; (20%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;complex (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;confident&lt;/b&gt; (20%) &lt;b&gt;dependable&lt;/b&gt; (40%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;dignified (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;energetic (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;extroverted (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;friendly (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;giving (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;happy&lt;/b&gt; (20%) &lt;b&gt;helpful&lt;/b&gt; (20%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;idealistic (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;independent (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;ingenious (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;intelligent (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;introverted (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;kind&lt;/b&gt; (20%) &lt;b&gt;knowledgable&lt;/b&gt; (40%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;logical (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;loving&lt;/b&gt; (20%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;mature (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;modest&lt;/b&gt; (40%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;nervous (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;observant (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;organised (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;patient&lt;/b&gt; (20%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;powerful (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;proud (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;quiet (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;reflective (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;relaxed (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;religious (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;responsive (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;searching (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;self-assertive (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;self-conscious (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;sensible&lt;/b&gt; (40%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;sentimental (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;shy&lt;/b&gt; (20%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;silly (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;spontaneous (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;sympathetic&lt;/b&gt; (20%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;tense (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;trustworthy&lt;/b&gt; (60%) &lt;b&gt;warm&lt;/b&gt; (40%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;wise (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;witty (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="border:1px solid #000; padding:8px; text-align:center;background:#eee"&gt; Created by the &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interactive Johari Window&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on 14.2.2006, using data from 5 respondents.&lt;br&gt; You can &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari"&gt;make your own Johari Window&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?view=thehipster01"&gt;view thehipster01's full data&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/16763154-113987156917296800?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/113987156917296800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=113987156917296800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113987156917296800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113987156917296800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/02/okay-i-stole-this-from-siren-heres-my.html' title=''/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-113958042958943612</id><published>2006-02-10T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T06:07:09.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm hooked</title><content type='html'>I promise, I haven't disappeared I've become addicted to Ricochet: Lost Worlds.  I'm not kidding here.  I have been playing it on online for free and when I tried the free download I got hooked.  I didn't want to spend $20 on the online download so I started hunting for it locally.  After a day and a half of looking around town, and then trolling online, I found it at a local store for 9.99.  I was so happy I was doing a happy dance around the house.  My husband thought I was nuts, but now he is hooked on it too.  For anyone who doubted he and I have anything in common here's your proof that we do.  ;)  Must go play, must go play, must go play.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-113958042958943612?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/113958042958943612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=113958042958943612' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113958042958943612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113958042958943612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-hooked.html' title='I&apos;m hooked'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-113914953749235550</id><published>2006-02-05T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T06:25:37.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>inner child</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Child Is Surprised&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/surprised.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see many things through the eyes of a child.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, you're rarely cynical or jaded.&lt;br /&gt;You cherish all of the details in life.&lt;br /&gt;Easily fascinated, you enjoy experiencing new things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stole this from my friend Lola.  I like the results though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-113914953749235550?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/113914953749235550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=113914953749235550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113914953749235550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113914953749235550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/02/inner-child.html' title='inner child'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-113816611253722000</id><published>2006-01-24T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T21:15:12.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!!! My glasses broke</title><content type='html'>Well I think my glasses don't like me.  Ever since I got them in October they have needed constant adjusting.  I take them off at night and the next morning when I put them on they are crooked.  It drives me nuts.  Tonight got me by surprise when they came apart and one of my lenses fell one floor down from the balcony I was standing on.  At the time, I was taking pictures from the balcony in a high school gym.  I wound up shooting the rest of the shots blind as a bat.  The only good thing is some of the men standing next to me saw where the lens landed so I was able to go find it before someone stepped on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is kind of funny because the sports writer was worried my pics wouldn't come out.  Here is proof that I can still take pictures when everything is a fuzzy blur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enewscourier.com/articles/2006/01/24/sports/sports02.txt"&gt;http://enewscourier.com/articles/2006/01/24/sports/sports02.txt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enewscourier.com/articles/2006/01/24/sports/sports01.txt"&gt;http://enewscourier.com/articles/2006/01/24/sports/sports01.txt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-113816611253722000?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/113816611253722000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=113816611253722000' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113816611253722000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113816611253722000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/01/ugh-my-glasses-broke.html' title='UGH!!! My glasses broke'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-113811217238216538</id><published>2006-01-24T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T06:16:12.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend surprise trip</title><content type='html'>We went to the Tennessee Aquarium this weekend.  My husband decided to surprise us with a family trip.  He called me Friday to make sure we had nothing planned for Saturday and then wouldn't tell me anything else.  On Saturday morning we got up and headed North.  It took me all of about two minutes to figure out where we were headed.  We didn't tell the kids though until we got there.  They had a blast.  The aquarium has added a second building with Ocean exhibits too.  The original building houses animals found in the Southeastern waters only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went and walked around the floating docks and up to an under the bridge amphitheater.  I don't think that was the safest place to be.  Then we walked over to the Hunter Home Museum.  They had some interesting pieces on display.  The kids weren't sure about it though.  The funny thing was in one of the back display rooms there was a woman sitting at a table.  She looked like she was watching everybody.  My three year old daughter walked over to look at a sculpture and I had to remind to look only and to keep her hands to herself then I looked at the woman and smiled.  I swear she looked like she was looking straight at my daughter.  A moment later my husband said "look at this!"  I realized he was standing in front of the woman and she wasn't real.  For a moment he thought she was real too.  People must like to touch this exhibit because it has an alarm on it that goes off if you step too close.  My husband got&lt;br /&gt; to close and the darn thing went off.  After that we walked back to the Children's Museum but it was closed.  We'll have to visit it next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The tile in the kitchen is still not done.  He called to complain about the money we were spending on eating dinner out and I pointed out he was supposed to be done by now.  He came home and worked on it last night but not much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-113811217238216538?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/113811217238216538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=113811217238216538' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113811217238216538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113811217238216538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/01/weekend-surprise-trip.html' title='Weekend surprise trip'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-113803343476832205</id><published>2006-01-23T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T08:23:55.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siren's questions</title><content type='html'>1. What's your favorite breakfast cereal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.  What do you consider to be "comfort food" and why? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheesecake:  It's soft and melts in my mouth.  Goes great with beer. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.How do you think people saw you in high school? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The good girl who occasionally did something strange.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you think people see you now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the same.  How little they know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Why did it change/not change? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I yam who I yam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.At what age did you realize that you in fact did know what you were doing sexually and weren't just fumbling around down there? (Much more interesting than when you lost your virginity, in my opinion.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I was 19.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Briefly decribe your most memorable sexual encounter. (No need for Letters to Penthouse, just tell me what's so memorable about it.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The night of my husband's birthday four years ago.  I took him out for a romantic dinner and we couldn't keep our hands off of each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did you plan to have all your children or were there any "accidents"? If you don't have kids, why not? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Both planned though the oldest was conceived a few monthes earlier than planned.  The second was planned see #7.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Hypothetically at least, could you ever adopt a child? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes, probably a toddler.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you read strangers' blogs? If so, why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, just to see what other people write about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-113803343476832205?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/113803343476832205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=113803343476832205' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113803343476832205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113803343476832205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/01/sirens-questions.html' title='Siren&apos;s questions'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-113759507304830319</id><published>2006-01-18T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T06:37:53.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep test tonight$%!####</title><content type='html'>I have a sleep test tonight.  Yuck.  I was absolutely miserable during the last one.  When you walk into the room it looks like a hotel room.  Don't be fooled because the bed and pillows are hard as rocks.  Then they hook you up to fifty wires and you're supposed to sleep.  Heehehehehe.  I slept three hours last time and it took an hour to fall asleep.  That pillow gave me the worst headache too.  I have already decided that I will take my own pillow tonight.  I'm also taking a book and if I wake up at 3 a.m. and can't go back to sleep I'm reading for a while.  Last time I laid there for three hours and was about ready to rip off the wires and run out of there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I have to go through this again is because I keep waking up at night.  I have started going back to sleep but they think my sleep apnea may not be completely gone.  If I still have it I'm having the soft palate removed I am NOT using that CPAP again.  The mask for it makes me claustrophobic.  I never really knew I had that until I tried wearing the darn thing.  I tense up just thinking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-113759507304830319?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/113759507304830319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=113759507304830319' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113759507304830319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113759507304830319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/01/sleep-test-tonight.html' title='Sleep test tonight$%!####'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-113741886984518221</id><published>2006-01-16T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T05:41:13.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>redoing the kitchen</title><content type='html'>Well, we started the tiling (sp?) work in our kitchen Sunday.  I mopped that darn floor three times.  We had trouble getting the linoleum to come up so we are going to have to tile over it.  Not to happy about that.  When we bought this house they had just put new flooring and carpet in it.  Whoever put that linoleum in wanted to make sure that it wouldn't come loose, ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have moved the table and fridge to the living room so we can use them but it is so tight I'm hoping that will keep my hubby from stopping to do something else for a while.  I also have a supply of paper plates, cups and stuff to use.  He just keeps looking at me like I'm crazy.  I am not washing dishes in the bathroom sink, Thank you.   It took four monthes to get the hall bathroom usable again.  He still isn't done with it either.  I'm going to do everything I can to encourage him to finish it this week.  I should point out he won't let me help with the actual tiling work he wants to do it alone.  I will however be handling the painting of the walls so I guess I'll be doing my share anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-113741886984518221?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/113741886984518221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=113741886984518221' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113741886984518221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113741886984518221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/01/redoing-kitchen.html' title='redoing the kitchen'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-113690205162519125</id><published>2006-01-10T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T06:07:31.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finding peace</title><content type='html'>I feel like writing about what's in my head today.  I am fortunate to have grown up in a family that loved me beyond measure.  My sister and I get along great and even though my parents have been through tough times in their marriage they shielded me from it until I was old enough to get it.  They have been married for 45 years and I celebrate with them because I know what a true miracle it is they stayed together to find the happiness they have now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at my husband I see a man that I occasionally just want to scream at and call names, but the truth is he is my best friend in the whole world.  We've been married 15 years and anybody who can put up with me and my temper is truely special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two of the most beautiful kids and yes they can be a handful (especially my son) they bring out the best in me.  For awhile the worst was coming out and that's when I realized I had to see the Dr.  Some people would think that putting myself and my son in ADHD meds is a horrible thing, but it isn't.  Ever since I began the treatment which includes a stimulant  and a anti-depressant I have found some peace.  In the past I never could have sat and played games with my kids without loosing my patience and now I can.  The thing I love the best is that when my kids cuddle up with me on the sofa I can wrap my arms around them and hug them feel the deep love and peace of being their Mother that I was too busy to allow myself before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some would say that we only find peace by turning to God and that meds won't help you with that.  Guess what meds can help you if you need them.  I kept asking for help in my prayers and found myself feeling strong thoughts that meds would help me.  I believe that God helps those that help themselves.  We have a brain and he expects us to use it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are never too busy to love yourself and those around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-113690205162519125?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/113690205162519125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=113690205162519125' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113690205162519125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113690205162519125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/01/finding-peace.html' title='finding peace'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-113681635917276666</id><published>2006-01-09T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T06:19:20.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The giant playhut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2217/1600/1600/playhut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2217/1600/320/playhut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that buying large objects and sitting them in the middle or your livingroom can really tick off your spouse. Mine came home the other day and was so angry he walked into the other room and didn't say a word. Later he left and went back to work again without saying anything. Later I explained to him that is would collapse down flat when not in use and it would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started calming down about it after I started cleaning out our room and throwing stuff out hand over fist. I should point out we are pack rats and tend not to throw anything out. This playhut is huge. My great room is quite large and it fits in it pretty well. I have alot more cleaning to do though. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-113681635917276666?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/113681635917276666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=113681635917276666' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113681635917276666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113681635917276666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/01/giant-playhut.html' title='The giant playhut'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-113668022365544839</id><published>2006-01-07T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T16:34:40.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I took another quiz. I don't know if I agree with assesment but I'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shemadethis.com/gg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="196" alt="Blanche Devereaux " src="http://www.shemadethis.com/gg/blanche.gif" width="238" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sexy, charming and full of life.You always have a date on Saturday night.  Most women glare at you but that's justbecause they're all jealous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-113668022365544839?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/113668022365544839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=113668022365544839' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113668022365544839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113668022365544839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay-i-took-another-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-113622130560071272</id><published>2006-01-02T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T09:01:45.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning house</title><content type='html'>I'm awake and feeling better.  Okay, I'm still wishing I were in bed, but hey when the kids get up so do I.  I have to clean up from Christmas.  My kids new toys are spread out all over the place.  I actually gave away two garbage bags full and we still runneth over.  I guess it's time to do some more donating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I spent Saturday taking our bedroom apart and giving it a thorough cleaning.  We hadn't cleaned under the bed in eight years so it was really dusty.  It was so bad that the dust bunnies were chasing us out of the room.  They did not want to be evicted.  However, one escaped and my husband saw it slowly crawling across the floor yesterday hoping no one would notice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have lots to do though.  My dresser looks like a mountain.  It has reached the point where I might as well not have a mirror.  Everytime I find something that belongs to me somewhere else in the house I add it to the pile.  Not the best idea.  I fully expect to walk in my room one day and find the whole thing has crashed to the floor and the dresser breathing a sigh of relief from the lost weight.  When it's done I'll share some pics.  Time to go clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-113622130560071272?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/113622130560071272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=113622130560071272' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113622130560071272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113622130560071272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2006/01/cleaning-house.html' title='Cleaning house'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-113587035954260560</id><published>2005-12-29T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T07:32:39.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged three times</title><content type='html'>I guess I was tagged three times because I haven't done this yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: Tell five things about yourself that others don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I love sci fi novels&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm a trekkie (not in the serious sense of the word though)&lt;br /&gt; I can't think of anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what you do is take the name off of the top of the list and insert your name at the bottom once you have completed the tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memphis Steve&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Pineapple&lt;br /&gt;hipster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What were you doing 10 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in commission sales.  During Christmas that would be about all I was doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)What were you doing a yr ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with my kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)What are 5 of your favorite snacks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.potato chips&lt;br /&gt;2. cheescake&lt;br /&gt;3. cheese and crackers&lt;br /&gt;4. diet coke&lt;br /&gt;5. bananas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)What 5 songs do you know all the words to?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know all the words to any particular songs.  I tend to wing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) 5 things you would do if you had money&lt;br /&gt;1.  pay bills&lt;br /&gt;2. buy a bigger house&lt;br /&gt;3. buy hubby a new car&lt;br /&gt;4.donate to charity&lt;br /&gt;5. go back to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) 5 bad habits&lt;br /&gt;1. not working out like I should&lt;br /&gt;2. procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;3. procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;4. procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;5. procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) 5 things I love to do&lt;br /&gt;1.  watch my kids&lt;br /&gt;2. blog&lt;br /&gt;3. read&lt;br /&gt;4. sing (I didn't say I was any good)&lt;br /&gt;5. sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) 5 things I would never get new, buy new,or wear now&lt;br /&gt;1.  maternity clothes&lt;br /&gt;2.  halter top&lt;br /&gt;3.  low rise jeans&lt;br /&gt;4.  size 7 clothes&lt;br /&gt;5.  prairie skirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get to tag 5 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to tag anyone seeing as everyone I know has already done this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-113587035954260560?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/113587035954260560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=113587035954260560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113587035954260560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113587035954260560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-been-tagged-three-times.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged three times'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-113534387927221088</id><published>2005-12-23T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T05:20:26.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>better than I thought I would do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Passed 8th Grade Math&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/passed.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Congratulations, you got 9/10 correct!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Could&lt;/a&gt; You Pass 8th Grade Math?&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/16763154-113534387927221088?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/113534387927221088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=113534387927221088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113534387927221088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113534387927221088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2005/12/better-than-i-thought-i-would-do.html' title='better than I thought I would do.'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-113509012941363793</id><published>2005-12-20T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T07:26:26.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>keekee kitty cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2217/1600/1600/meandkeekee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2217/1600/320/meandkeekee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned Keekee in my post about Kali so I though he would be the next one to be written about. He was the king of the underfooters. Sometimes I think he taught the other cats how to do it properly so they only slowed me down and didn't get stepped on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually captured him as a feral cat (wild). He was living near the apartment complex that where in at the time. My neighbor and I tried tranquilizing him and catching him in humane cages to no avail. Finally, we used food to get him inside our apartment and shut the door so he couldn't get out. He was royally ticked. He went and hid in my bathroom. After awhile I went in with my cat cage and oven mits. I have never seen such an angry cat. He wanted to take me apart. I managed to get him in the to box and to the vet's office without injury to either one of us. When I picked him up his cage was marked not to touch him. He apparently tried to rip someone's hand off. They couldn't believe I was taking this cat home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving home I let him wander around for awhile and we left. He hid in our closet. When we returned my husband petted him for the first time. Keekee liked it so much he pushed hard against his hand and almost fell of the box he was sitting on. It was funny. (BTW I think it's a myth that all cats know how to use a litter box because I had to keep putting him in it so he would learn what the darn thing was for.) From that day on he trusted us completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after he was diagnosed with FIV and a year later diabetes. He had to have insulin shots everyday for monthes and then he just threw off the diabetes. Cats can do that. My vet never could believe he had been feral because he became so loving and docil. He would just sit there and let them draw blood without getting upset about it. He loved the other cats in our house and became pseudo daddy to Kali's kittens. Sandi was his favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He passed away a year and half ago after he developed a hyperthyroid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-113509012941363793?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/113509012941363793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=113509012941363793' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113509012941363793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113509012941363793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2005/12/keekee-kitty-cat.html' title='keekee kitty cat'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-113501171207121370</id><published>2005-12-19T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T09:01:52.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADHD thoughts.</title><content type='html'>I found out recently that people with ADHD typically have sleep disorders.  I personally was diagnosed with sleep apnea back in the spring, but have since had my tonsils out, and have seen improvement.  Then I started waking up at 3am and couldn't go back to sleep.  My mind would literally kick into gear and I would start thinking about all sorts of stuff.  Since starting my meds and anti-depressants that has subsided too.  I sleep all night except when I get a pair of feet in my face compliments of my three year old.  It is amazing how much better I feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only issue I'm experiencing is that I still tend to zone out in the middle of the day.  My Dr. thinks it's the generic drug so I'm switching to the name brand version of it when I run out.  I always get pretty stressed during the holidays and have managed to keep it in check this year.  I'm sure that is being helped by my being medicated.  Isn't it sad that I have to take drugs to keep me from screaming and running out of the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm headed south for Christmas.  How many of you guys will be hitting the road?  We're going to the MIL's and I'm sure we'll have a good time.  My husbands brothers and sister-in-law will be there too.  The kids love their aunt.   They just hang all over her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-113501171207121370?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/113501171207121370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=113501171207121370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113501171207121370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113501171207121370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2005/12/adhd-thoughts.html' title='ADHD thoughts.'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-113491318244453711</id><published>2005-12-18T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T05:39:46.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Went to see Narnia yesterday.</title><content type='html'>I took my son to see Narnia yesterday.  It was excellent.  My son really enjoyed it he said his favorite part was the battle scene.  I wasn't surprised because he loves action.  I actually expected to have trouble buying tickets, but they are showing it on so many screens that our theater didn't come close to selling out.  He likes to sit up high in the back and got irritated when I made him sit on the second to last row instead of the one on the very top.  I had to explain that people were already sitting there.  It was funny.  When we stood in line for the popcorn he kept spinning around and I kept reminding him to stand still or he was going to run into someone.  ADHD kid off his meds is very energetic.  I got him some caffiene.  That helped calm him a little.  Yea!  He sort of bounces off the walls when he gets excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off subject but funny to me.  Twenty years ago I used to work at a local movie theater and my old boss left the business to sell cars.  He apparently returned to the movie theater recently.  He was working in the concession stand with his employees and saw me.  I thought he was going to freak.  He disappeared right before I got to the counter.  Nothing like seeing him sprint away in fear I would embarrass him in front of all those teenagers.  LOL.  Can you tell I can be mean sometimes.  I didn't say a word to the girl at the counter, but next time he won't get off so easily.  He was probably afraid I would give away his age.  He doesn't like to be reminded he is getting older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after the movie we hit McD's (Narnia toys) and then went shopping for a Christmas gift for my husband from the kids.  My son kept trying to convince me his dad would like the movie Kangroo Jack.  We got Monty Python instead.  After that we trucked it through mall traffic to Popeye's to get Dad some dinner they were busy.  I had no idea that restaurant did that kind of business.  Their drive thru line stretched out onto the road. It was good to spend some one on one time with my son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-113491318244453711?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/113491318244453711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=113491318244453711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113491318244453711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113491318244453711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2005/12/went-to-see-narnia-yesterday.html' title='Went to see Narnia yesterday.'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-113474747667692261</id><published>2005-12-16T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T07:37:56.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet Kali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2217/1600/1600/kali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2217/1600/320/kali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would introduce you to the reasons I call this blog underfootallthetime. I had planned to start with a different cat but she was uncooperative. We will begin with Kali instead. She is Momma cat to my two others. My husband found her in our local Walmart parking lot and she was in bad shape. He took her to our vet who nursed her back to health to the tune of $400. The first time I saw her she was so small and obviously less than a year old. I figured she was about four monthes and was not concerned with her having gotten pregnant. When we picked her up from the vet I asked them to give her shots. Now my vet trains interns from the Auburn University vet school and I had never met this one before. She acted strange and really did not want to give Kali her vaccinations. Have you ever met a vet who didn't want to give vaccinations? I sure haven't. Then she looked at me and said "well okay," and then did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali was so young and tiny I put her on kitten chow. This turned out to be a good move because that cat started gaining weight rapidly over a four week period and after awhile looked quite pregnant. I was afraid to tell my husband for fear he would freak out, but he finally looked at me and said she looked like a snake that had swallowed its meal whole. That's when he asked me if I thought she was pregnant and I told him I did. The following week I took her to the vet and talked to the one I know. She agreed that Kali was pregnant and that she shouldn't have gotten her shots. I realized the other vet knew and didn't tell me. I think she was afraid I wouldn't take the cat. I was ticked about this because I would have asked for instructions on how to care for her properly. This woman risked my cats health based on a false assumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a week later Kali gave birth to four healthy kittens right in the middle of my living room. One was a calico that looked just like her mother but with her markings on the opposite sides. A male orange tabby, a female cream tabby (jessi), and a cream muted calico (sandi). They got to visit a local news program with my vet and run all over the news desk. They had a blast. Kali was a teen mom in cat terms, but she is a healthy sweet cat who thinks that if she walks under my feet on the way to the food bowl somehow she will get fed faster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-113474747667692261?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/113474747667692261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=113474747667692261' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113474747667692261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113474747667692261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2005/12/meet-kali.html' title='meet Kali'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-113456779428758345</id><published>2005-12-14T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T06:11:47.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>working some</title><content type='html'>Last night I worked at a couple of high school basketball games. I always forget how much I love doing that. The paper has a new publisher that I haven't met yet, but everyone seems happy about it so that's good. Well here are the links to my shots if you want to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enewscourier.com/articles/2005/12/13/sports/sports03.txt"&gt;http://enewscourier.com/articles/2005/12/13/sports/sports03.txt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enewscourier.com/articles/2005/12/13/sports/sports01.txt"&gt;http://enewscourier.com/articles/2005/12/13/sports/sports01.txt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-113456779428758345?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/113456779428758345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=113456779428758345' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113456779428758345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113456779428758345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2005/12/working-some.html' title='working some'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16763154.post-113430992711655859</id><published>2005-12-11T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T06:05:27.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgetting how to drive</title><content type='html'>I promised myself I wouldn't spend the Christmas season griping about stuff and I haven't been but yesterday I got a serious reminder that people are forgetting how to drive.  I have found there are certain times of year when this happens first the beggining of the school year, second the spring and, for some reason, Christmas time.  I guess people are in a hurry to get things done but traffic is heavier than usual and running people over won't get you there any faster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was driving down our Parkway, which is the main road through town, and this guy in a large red pick-up truck started tailgating me.  I was stuck behind two cars driving side by side who were doing the speed limit.  Nobody ever does the speed limit on this road.  For some reason he thought this would speed things up.  Tailgating me is not going to cause the cars in front of me to go faster.  All it does is tick me off.  I moved over and let him tailgate someone else for a while.  I noticed he wasn't getting anywhere and he must have tailgated every car that had the misfortune of being in front of him.  Then he started crossing lanes three at time which almost caused a wreck because he was joined by a woman in a Lincoln Navigator who seemed to think she was invinceable.  She also started tailgating people and was getting nowhere fast.  She did almost have few wrecks though.  I'm not exaggarating either.  She kept having to slam on her brakes to keep from rearending people.  Not because she was tailgating but because she kept speeding up whenever there was a gap in front of her and for some reason didn't grasp the concept that there wasn't space to do this.  The last time I saw her she was trying to avoid rearending someone making a right hand turn (she had sped up again) and was trying to come into my lane with me there.  I blew the horn and forced her to stay put by braking.  What is it about huge vehicles that causes some people to think they should be able to do what they want and the rest of us should just get out of their way?  Don't get me wrong I see people in smaller cars drive like this, but they don't usually try it in bumper to bumper traffic because they know they'll get clobbered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16763154-113430992711655859?l=underfootallthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/113430992711655859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16763154&amp;postID=113430992711655859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113430992711655859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16763154/posts/default/113430992711655859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underfootallthetime.blogspot.com/2005/12/forgetting-how-to-drive.html' title='forgetting how to drive'/><author><name>thehipster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14632926291074795994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
